After crawling out of the eggshell, I decided to be a salted fish (a lazy person).

"You're mistaken. How could the Dragon-Dark Sword possibly be here?"

Di Yexuan emphasized his denial again, glancing at the elder beside him and telling him to quickly put away that embarrassing sword below.

Tenglong completely ignored the past; if he went down now, wouldn't that be indirectly admitting it?

After the initial self-introduction, they could only look at each other on stage.

"Is this a fox cub?"

"It seems so, but does the fox clan have no one else to send? Why send out such a small creature?"

"Are you still going to fight or not? If not, come down here."

The demons below the stage watched the two who were not moving with impatience. Something that could have been resolved with a single punch had been dragged on for so long.

"What's the rush? Can't you see I'm channeling my inner energy?"

Mo Shan'an felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he shouted at the audience while doing his broadcast gymnastics, almost cracking his voice.

"Seriously," he winked at the person opposite him, "come over here already?"

If you don't come over here, how can I hit you!

"Ahem, since things have come to this, then this humble monk will not stand on ceremony. I will absolutely not give you any leeway just because you are young."

"This humble monk will absolutely not give in to you because of this."

Mo Shan'an heard the man repeat this several times. What was this called? It was like trying to hide something obvious. Stop talking and actually do something!

"Ah ah"

The man jogged over at a snail's pace, his fist grazing Mo Shan'an's face before he dramatically fell to the ground with a splat.

"........."

The audience fell silent. Mo Shan'an twitched the corner of his mouth. "Big brother, is this what you call letting him win without a single flaw?"

He glanced at someone sitting in the audience, then quickly whispered a reminder to the monk pretending to be dead at his feet, and kicked him.

"This is too fake, too fake, this won't do."

Qinglian opened her eyes, frowning in confusion. "I think they shouldn't be able to tell the difference, right?"

"Do you think they're blind?! Get up and do it again."

Faced with the little guy's unreasonable request, Qinglian could only get up helplessly. Well, who told her to accept the favor? As the saying goes, "He who takes a man's money is bound to be grateful."

"Then this humble monk will try again."

"Okay, don't move, I'll do it."

Mo Shan'an stretched his limbs, then charged over and performed a dazzling series of moves before striking out with a palm.

"Watch my deadly, shadowless hand!"

Qinglian looked down at the little hand hitting her stomach, then met the cub's clear eyes. Deadly?

Seeing that the other person didn't react, he quickly looked down and said, "You're about to faint!"

"oh oh"

"Ah, my stomach hurts so much."

Qinglian fell to the ground, wriggling like a worm, before finally collapsing off the stage.

"Cough cough cough, look, I defeated him in one move. Who was that guy who was yelling that he could knock me down with one punch? See? This is what happened to him."

"It's fake, you've all conspired together. Your fox clan is so cunning, you even bribe your opponents."

Mo Shan'an stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at the man who had spoken. This wasn't the snake man who ate hearts.

"Which eye of yours saw that it was fake? Do you have any proof that I bribed him? If you're so capable, ask the person next to you if he'd be willing to be bribed by you. You're clearly just jealous of me."

That makes sense. They don't want their opponents to win, especially not a mere child like him. If word got out, they'd be a laughingstock.

"I envy you?"

"You're just jealous of me, jealous that I'm more capable and better looking than you."

"However, don't worry, my handsome face hasn't been revealed yet, so you don't need to care."

After Mo Shan'an finished speaking confidently, he swaggered off the stage, and as he passed the man whose face had turned pale with anger, he even snorted coldly.

Let them question it. Sometimes being thick-skinned is a skill. It doesn't matter, since we're wearing a mask anyway.

The snake-man was displeased, "Demon King, what is he doing?"

"I saw it."

Xiang Wuye looked down at the cubs below the stage, his gaze falling on the red-clad man dressed like him, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

"What did you see? I didn't see anything. He's so young yet so amazing. Don't bully him just because he's young."

Di Yexuan acted as if he was going to support the little guy, and even pretended not to see the two of them's clumsy acting on stage.

"So you do know him."

"Ahem, I don't know him. How could I possibly know him?"

Xiang Wuye looked at Di Yexuan, who was still desperately denying it, and wondered why he was protecting him even though he didn't know him.

-

"Father, look, I won!"

Mo Shitian glanced at the person who had already fallen from the ground onto the chair.

Mo Shan'an followed his gaze and looked back, his smile freezing instantly. Why was he here instead of obediently lying on the ground like a corpse?

"Heh, he's got a pretty strong will to live."

"This humble monk has suffered internal injuries and needs to lie down and absorb sunlight to recover. You don't need to worry about me."

After saying that, she closed her eyes and lay quietly.

Mo Shitian swept him to the ground and coldly uttered two words: "Noisy."

"buzz"

The Dragon-Dark Sword circled the man lying on the ground, chirping a few times in sympathy. "Why did you provoke him for no reason?"

Mo Shan'an saw the demons all around him staring at him menacingly, as if they wanted to devour him.

Why are they looking at me like that? I've already finished the competition, haven't I?

“Young benefactor, you have already passed the first round. There is still a second round, and the winners will have to determine a victor.”

Mo Shan'an stared wide-eyed at the man explaining on the ground, his tone sharp as he asked, "Anything else?" After regaining his senses, how should he proceed in the next round?

Hearing the panicked tone in the cub's voice, Mo Shitian's lips curled up slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted.

"What? Little thing, you think you can run away?"

The snake-man's mouth was slightly open, and his forked tongue slowly extended, staring at him with the same gaze one would give a predator.

"What I do is none of your business! Ugh, disgusting. Stay away from me."

The other person's tongue was practically touching him, so Mo Shan'an immediately dodged and hid behind Mo Shitian to speak.

"Why are you standing so close to me when you can just talk?"

"Heh, it's our turn next. I can finally have a good taste of what a cub's heart tastes like. It's been so long since I've had one, I've almost forgotten."

After saying that, he licked his lips and stretched out his forked tongue, completely ignoring the man blocking his way, his pupils gleaming as he stared at the cub behind him.

"smell good"

The snake demon suddenly smelled the alluring spiritual energy emanating from the cub. He had been talking to him for so long, yet he hadn't noticed.

Mo Shan'an's hand was licked, and the sticky sensation made him freeze. He was no longer clean.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, you son of a bitch, how dare you lick me!"

A shadowy glint flashed in Mo Shitian's deep eyes, and the veins on his hands bulged as he forcefully suppressed the murderous rage in his heart.

He glanced at the marks on the little guy's hand out of the corner of his eye, a dark glint flashing in his eyes, but he didn't intend to make a move.

Instead, he turned around and pulled Mo Shan'an, who was hiding behind him, out. Their eyes met, and although the other did not speak, Mo Shan'an already knew what he wanted to say.

"Kill him"