Gao Wu: I'll enjoy the benefits, but you'll bear the side effects.

Gao Jie never expected that in this seemingly ordinary competition arena, this guy would be so ruthless and decisive when he made his move.

The moves were like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, or a vicious wolf tearing out a heart; every move was filled with chilling killing intent, clearly aimed without reservation at taking his life.

When Gao Jie first heard that he was going to have a match with this person, he had a certain expectation of the other party's methods and knew that he was no pushover.

However, when the opponent attacked without warning, their ferocity far exceeded his expectations.

The opponent moved like lightning, his punches and kicks were like the wind, each move aimed straight for vital points. In an instant, Gao Jie felt an uncontrollable rage well up in his heart, burning fiercely in his chest.

But Gao Jie knew that he was not only facing an arrogant opponent, but also a situation with many complex interests and power struggles hidden behind it.

This opponent clearly came prepared, and with ill intentions; there must be someone secretly manipulating and plotting behind the scenes.

Therefore, even when facing this arrogant bastard who was as devilish as a demon, Gao Jie still suppressed his anger and held back, not using his full strength.

He knew perfectly well that once he went all out without any reservations and showed his strength without holding back, his opponent would definitely know his true abilities.

Once this is exposed, those who are hiding in the shadows and have ulterior motives will rearrange their plans according to his strength. At that time, the balance of power and the conflicts of interest involved behind the scenes will be difficult to control.

This complex situation is like a huge, invisible spider web; if one is not careful, one will be trapped in it and unable to extricate oneself.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clench his teeth, the veins on his forehead bulged slightly, and every muscle was tense as he did his best to maintain his condition.

His gaze was firm and calm, constantly watching his opponent's every move, not allowing himself to reveal even the slightest flaw too early, like a warrior walking on the edge of a cliff, carefully guarding his defenses.

When Little Tyrant saw Gao Jie's appearance, his face instantly filled with smugness, as if he could already see victory beckoning to him.

A cold smile curled at the corners of his lips as he spoke in a mocking tone:

"Why don't you dare attack me? Everyone says you, Gao Jie, are capable of defeating me, but look at you now, you're nothing special. Let me tell you the truth, I've been training day and night lately and have improved a lot. Today, I will not only defeat you, but I will also make the name 'Little Overlord' famous throughout the world, a name that everyone in the martial arts world reveres. Do you understand?"

Gao Jie was thoroughly enraged by his extremely arrogant and disdainful demeanor. He thought to himself, "How can this guy be so stubborn? He's like a rock. No matter how you try to persuade him, you can't make him even a little bit more rational. He's simply unreasonable."

But Gao Jie still suppressed his anger and tried to persuade him:

"Have you forgotten your entanglement with Qin Rilong? Let me be frank with you, Little Tyrant, if you really kill me, they'll see you as still useful. But sooner or later, they'll slowly wear you down. By then, do you think you'll still have a chance to fight back? I advise you, the best outcome for us right now is to fight to the death, so that the Qin family will give up the struggle against us. Do you understand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Little Tyrant seemed to be moved, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but he was still struggling with his inner conflict.

While there is some credibility to what Gao Jie said, how should the other forces he represents view it?

The stakes involved were too complex for him to grasp immediately.

While Xiaobawang was deep in thought, Xu Wenfeng impatiently urged him on:

"What are you standing there for? I brought you here to fight, not to be a spectator, you hear me? Stop dawdling and talking nonsense, get started!"

Urged on by these calls, Little Tyrant threw all his worries to the back of his mind, roared, and launched an all-out attack on Gao Jie.

In an instant, the wind howled as Little Tyrant's fists, like cannonballs, hurtled straight toward Gao Jie's face with fierce momentum.

Gao Jie dared not underestimate it. He dodged to the side, easily avoiding the fierce attack, and at the same time, he launched an elbow strike towards the Little Tyrant's ribs.

The little tyrant reacted extremely quickly, immediately pulling in his stomach and backing away, then sweeping his leg to try and trip Gao Jie to the ground.

Gao Jie leaped high into the air, flipped in mid-air, and landed steadily, immediately retaliating with a straight punch. Little Tyrant raised his hand to block, and the two arms collided with a dull thud, as if the surrounding air itself trembled.

At this moment, only the two of them were fiercely fighting in the entire stands. Amidst the deafening roars of the surrounding audience, their battle intensified, and their emotions rose higher and higher.

Gao Jie was in his prime, full of youthful vigor and pride, and naturally he wouldn't take such blatant provocation to heart.

Since the other party wants a good, intense battle, why shouldn't I fight him to my heart's content?

Seeing his straight punch blocked, Xiao Bawang turned around and unleashed a series of punches, a dense barrage of blows that enveloped Gao Jie.

Gao Jie remained calm and composed, his footwork nimble and agile, moving freely among the fists like a ghost, occasionally launching counterattacks, each punch precisely targeting the Little Tyrant's weaknesses.

Unable to break through Gao Jie's defenses, Xiao Bawang grew increasingly anxious. Suddenly, he changed his strategy, lunging forward to try and grab Gao Jie, intending to use wrestling techniques.

Gao Jie saw through his intentions, and the moment he got close, he suddenly thrust his knee upwards, striking Xiao Bawang in the abdomen.

Xiao Bawang winced in pain, his body bending slightly, but he still endured the pain, gripping Gao Jie's arm tightly with both hands and forcefully shaking him off.

Gao Jie used the momentum to do a backflip, creating distance between himself and Xiao Bawang.

After catching their breath, the two charged at each other again, launching a new round of fierce combat.

This battle seemed to shatter the entire arena, and their fates became unpredictable amidst the fierce fighting.

Thinking of this, Gao Jie knew that if he held back any longer, he would be in dire straits. His eyes narrowed, his aura suddenly changed, and he kicked off the ground with both feet, rushing towards Xiao Bawang like an arrow. At the same time, he mobilized all his strength into his right arm, swung it around, and delivered a full-force blow.

The punch, accompanied by a whooshing sound, was powerful and heavy, striking Little Tyrant's shoulder with perfect accuracy.

With a loud "crack," the clear sound of bone breaking reached everyone's ears, startling them all and causing them to look horrified.

Huang Muran was so excited that his face turned red, and he kept shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Come on, Gao Jie, seize this opportunity to take him down, kill him, and we can't let him interfere with anything else for us."

However, the little tyrant seemed to feel no pain and burst into laughter, looking up at the sky.

"Hey, hey, hey, you didn't expect that, did you? You hit my bone and you're fine. You hit my bone, don't you think there's anything wrong with me? Young man, you underestimate me. I've now developed a body of steel. You think you can hurt me with those few moves?"

After saying that, Little Tyrant stretched out his large, fan-like hand, grabbed Gao Jie's arm tightly like an iron clamp, shouted loudly, swung Gao Jie up, and then slammed him heavily to the ground.

The fall left Gao Jie dizzy and disoriented, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted. He was secretly amazed at how powerful the Copper Skin and Iron Bones technique was.

He was filled with regret, wishing he had studied the solution properly. But he had no time to think about it. Taking advantage of Gao Jie's unsteady fall, the Little Tyrant seized the opportunity and pounced like a hungry tiger, his palms bringing a fierce gust of wind, aiming straight for Gao Jie's throat.

Fortunately, Gao Jie reacted quickly. At the critical moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Xiao Bawang's wrists tightly. Using the momentum of Xiao Bawang's lunge, he leaned back and used his waist to execute a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw, sending Xiao Bawang flying. Xiao Bawang's massive body crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Gao Jie retreated, firmly planted his feet, and coldly stared at the Little Tyrant, his eyes revealing an indomitable fighting spirit:

"How about that? I'm still not intimidated by you!"

The little tyrant snorted coldly, slowly got up from the ground, and pointed his finger menacingly at Gao Jie's nose:

"You're not bad, kid, but I'm still going to kill you. I'll show you what a real ruthless character is. Let's see where you run to today!"

As he spoke, the Little Tyrant's aura surged, his muscles bulged, and he pounced on Gao Jie like a raging bull, as if he wanted to smash Gao Jie into a meat patty.

Undeterred, Gao Jie met Xiao Bawang's attack head-on, dodging to the side and simultaneously kicking Xiao Bawang in the waist.

Little Tyrant only paused for a moment, then swung his elbow with tremendous force towards Gao Jie.

Gao Jie raised his hand to block, but the impact left his arm numb. The two instantly engaged in fierce close combat again, exchanging punches and kicks, each move ruthless and carrying a deadly risk.

For a time, neither side was able to cope with any external interference. They only had eyes for each other, and the fight became more and more intense, with each move being made with all their might.

Gao Jie seized an opening, took a step forward, and his hands shot out like snakes, grabbing Xiao Bawang's hair tightly and pulling hard. At the same time, his right fist slammed down like a hammer, hitting Xiao Bawang squarely on the forehead.

Little Tyrant felt a sharp pain in his head, as if his head was about to be smashed open. He saw stars and tried desperately to get up, but the pain made his limbs weak. He tried several times but still couldn't do it. He could only roll on the ground, clutching his forehead.

A moment later, the little tyrant, enduring the pain, shakily stood up again, his eyes filled with resentment and anger:

"How can you be so amazing?"

Seeing this, Gao Jie calmly took a step back, while changing his posture to adopt a peculiar stance. He stood on one leg, with the other leg slightly raised, and his hands moved gently like a crane spreading its wings. He looked like a graceful crane, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

He stared intently at the little tyrant before him, his eyes cold and filled with murderous intent, as if he could unleash all his power at any moment.

A chill ran through Xiao Bawang, but he gritted his teeth, roared, and charged at Gao Jie without regard for anything else.

However, just as he approached Gao Jie, Gao Jie flashed around like a ghost, appearing behind Xiao Bawang and striking him heavily on the back with both palms.

These two palm strikes contained Gao Jie's full power. Little Tyrant felt an overwhelming force surge into his body, his throat tasted sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The little tyrant's body lurched forward uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground, where he lay lifeless.

In an instant, the entire arena fell into dead silence, followed by bursts of exclamations.

Qin Hailong stood not far away and witnessed this scene. His face instantly turned ashen, as dark as a storm cloud.

He glared fiercely at Xu Wenfeng, his eyes seeming to shoot out sharp arrows, then turned and walked away angrily, his steps filled with obvious anger and resentment.

"Mr. Qin, Mr. Qin!"

Xu Wenfeng was so anxious that the veins on his forehead bulged. He shouted several times, but his voice echoed in the open space, as if it had sunk into the sea. Qin Hailong did not stop at all and walked away without looking back, leaving Xu Wenfeng standing there with a face full of helplessness and fear.

He knew that Xiao Bawang's death had caused Qin Hailong's entire plan to fail, and that he himself had been completely put on the defensive in this game.

A moment later, Xu Wenfeng slowly turned his head, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Gao Jie. His gaze was like a poisoned blade, as if he wanted to tear Gao Jie to pieces.

"Gao Jie, I really didn't expect you to be able to take down Little Tyrant!"

He said through gritted teeth, his voice trembling slightly with anger.

Gao Jie merely gave a cold laugh, a laugh filled with disdain and mockery.

Suddenly, he moved with the agility of a cheetah, reaching out and grabbing Xu Wenfeng's clothes.

This sudden action silenced the entire audience instantly, followed by an even louder cheer. Everyone thought another fierce battle was about to unfold, and they stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with excited anticipation.

"You're not even human, Xu Wenfeng! After you suffered setbacks in your official career, you're planning to drag your children down with you? Are you even human?"

Gao Jie's eyes widened in anger, and he questioned in a stern voice,

"If you had any self-awareness as a parent, you shouldn't have let your daughter suffer with you. How could you let her marry a fool? Do you even deserve to be a father?"

Xu Wenfeng's face turned pale and then red from Gao Jie's words. He wanted to retort, but Gao Jie's powerful aura suppressed him and left him speechless.

"I'll tell you the truth. If you back down, I'll never be your enemy again. Otherwise, I'll be your enemy in every way and make you suffer the cruelest things in the world!"

Gao Jie's voice was like a booming bell, resonating in the air, every word filled with intimidation.

Xu Wenfeng's lips moved, wanting to curse a few more times, but looking at Gao Jie's serious and resolute appearance, a chill ran through him, and he swallowed back the curse words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He pointed his finger at Gao Jie twice, trembling, as if making a final struggle and warning, before turning around and fleeing the scene in a disheveled state.

Gao Jie slowly stood up, head held high and chest out, using this victory to prove his strength to everyone.

The audience was captivated by his bravery and continued to cheer, their shouts echoing like surging waves in the arena.

At the same time, Huang Muran excitedly opened a champagne bottle, the loud "bang" sounding like a victory salute.

Golden bubbles burst forth like fireworks as he laughed and poured champagne into glasses, distributing them to those around him.

Huang Xu waved to Gao Jie from the crowd, his eyes filled with admiration and joy.

The competition was over, and like a group of triumphant warriors, they excitedly started cooking hot pot. The steaming hot pot emitted an enticing aroma, waiting for Sister Wen to return and share the joy of victory.

Ah Bao and the others were scattered around in small groups, chatting idly about everything from the intense competition to everyday life, but no one seemed to care when Sister Wen would be back.

Gao Jie sat to the side, his brows furrowed slightly, a vague feeling that something was amiss.

Logically speaking, Sister Wen should have returned by now, right?

"What on earth is going on?"

He muttered to himself, a growing unease creeping into his heart.

"Something feels off, Bao. Where did your older sister go?"

He raised his voice, a hint of anxiety in his eyes, and looked at Abao, who was chatting idly.