Great Victory

Chilie had never imagined Zhang Biao would use such a disgusting tactic.

The spit was accurate, fast, and powerful, but due to the limited range of motion, only the two men in the arena knew the details.

The rest of the audience could only see Chilie tightly clamping Zhang Biao's ribcage with his arms.

With one spit, Chilie was thoroughly disgusted, his body involuntarily leaning backward, his arms suddenly loosening.

Seeing the opening, Zhang Biao immediately exerted force with both arms, breaking free from Chilie's grip.

But instead of using this opportunity to create distance, he grabbed Chilie's arms, placed his foot on Chilie's codpiece, and leaped high!

From above, he delivered a powerful elbow strike aimed at Chilie's face!

The host exclaimed excitedly: "Lost Biao has broken free! He's launching a counterattack!"

"Look! He's hit Chilie's... uh... upper lip! Will such a heavy blow to the head knock him out?"

Unfortunately, although the strike was powerful, Chilie wasn't helpless. He simply fell backward with the momentum, absorbing some of the force.

However, blood began streaming steadily from his nostrils.

Clearly the damage wasn't limited to his upper lip, but his entire face.

Chilie's eyes blazed with fire! He completely abandoned defense, launching punch after punch into Zhang Biao's ribs.

Zhang Biao also grew fierce, using hands and mouth simultaneously.

His punches all targeted Chilie's face while his mouth continuously sprayed saliva....

"I'll fucking kill you!!!"

With a faceful of saliva, Chilie's mind snapped again. He kneed Zhang Biao in the chest, knocking him off.

Then he pounced, grabbing Zhang Biao tightly, adjusting his position to lock him down!

After the earlier struggle, much of the pig grease on Zhang Biao's body had been rubbed off by sand and dust, reducing its effectiveness.

Once locked down, it would be nearly impossible to escape, a fact Zhang Biao knew well!

The two began rolling back and forth on the ground, locked in close combat (wrestling)...

As they rolled, the two ended up face to face in an embrace!

Zhang Biao didn't hesitate, spitting another glob of phlegm.

Chilie kept his mouth tightly shut, headbutting Zhang Biao, who seized the opportunity to grab his head and went straight for a bite.....

"He bit his ear!! Lost Biao has bitten off Chilie's ear!!!"

"As expected of one who has mastered all schools, every part of his body can become a deadly weapon!"

"He destroys enemies' bodies as easily as breaking ice, splitting wood, cracking stones, or cleaving jars!"

Hearing the host's shouting, many people lowered their heads in shame.

Though they were all on the same side, such blatant favoritism... was really quite shameless. This was nothing but street fighting using the dirtiest tactics...

Paba's face was miserable as he watched Chilie's ear being bitten off, blood streaming down his face, his heart filled with hatred.

How could this happen... Chilie was invincible, how could he suffer such a defeat at the hands of a nobody? Even if the man had used tricks to barely win earlier, this was hand-to-hand combat now!

Where was his god-given strength? Could this fellow's strength actually exceed his?

Chilie was also suffering silently, enduring the intense pain in his ear as he kicked Zhang Biao away.

Zhang Biao might look small, but his strength was comparable to his own!

More infuriatingly, his grip was astonishing! While they were grappling, he kept pinching Chilie's flesh forcefully!

And those fingernails dug in deep and viciously!

His back was already in agony... coupled with the bitten-off ear, the rage inside him had nowhere to vent!

Zhang Biao rolled to the side, about five or six steps away from Chilie, and slowly stood up.

Facing Chilie, he opened his mouth, revealing a bloodied ear!

Zhang Biao pinched the ear with two fingers, took it out, shook it at Chilie, then casually tossed it to the ground.

Wiping his mouth with his right hand, he said calmly: "Surrender."

How could Chilie possibly listen? He roared and charged forward with arms spread!

This time... he would twist off his head!

Seeing him attack again, Zhang Biao's right hand swiftly flung forward!

A handful of sticky blood splattered directly into Chilie's eyes.

Chilie tried to dodge sideways but Zhang Biao gave him no chance! A sweeping kick struck heavily against his ankle!

With a crack, Chilie howled as he fell to the ground!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Biao quickly moved behind him, seizing the moment to wrap his arms around Chilie's neck and apply force!

"What a move, using blood to blind the eyes! Lost Biao has locked Black Mountain Chilie!!" The host howled excitedly.

Everyone watching was silently willing him on.

Lock him! Lock him tight!

The blowgun users in the front row finally relaxed completely, putting away their weapons.

The outcome was decided!

Everyone knew Captain Zhang's methods... at this point, Chilie had virtually no chance of turning the tide, and Zhang Biao wouldn't give him any opportunity!

Chilie was now being choked until his eyes rolled back, his mouth making unintelligible "ugh, ugh" sounds.

Zhang Biao hadn't yet used his full strength. Looking down at the still-struggling Chilie, he said calmly: "Your strength exceeds mine. You're the first to make me use so many techniques."

"However... your purity is too low..."

With that, his arms tightened! Chilie's eyes rolled upward, and he stopped struggling.

You call this technique? Even as he lost consciousness, Chilie's eyes still held resentment. Despicable... disgusting...

Zhang Biao simultaneously relaxed his entire body, falling to the ground and coughing violently, then gasping for breath.

He hadn't escaped injury either.

Chilie's punches were powerful and heavy, each one landing would cause extensive bruising.

A strike to a vital area would likely be fatal.

Fortunately, Chilie's reactions and speed were slower than his, and judging by his fighting style, he was accustomed to overwhelming opponents with raw power, developing a dependence on this approach.

His technique was too poor! Otherwise, it would have been hard to say who would win or lose.

The audience was now completely silent, everyone could see Chilie had fainted, but Zhang Biao was also lying on the ground looking half-dead.

Who had won? Or had both been defeated?

But before people could wonder for long, they saw Zhang Biao slowly getting up from the ground.

He looked around, and finally faced the cheerleaders from Taoyuan County, raising and waving both arms!

He won!?

Lost Biao won!!

In an instant! The audience erupted in thunderous applause!

Countless cheers and shouts filled the arena!

Fang Zheng was grinning from ear to ear, pulling out two silver notes and stuffing them into the host's chest.

He shouted: "Lu Fa! Quick! Go find a doctor! Get stretchers to carry those two back!"

Lu Fa hurried out upon hearing this.

In the stands, Emperor Jing stared at Zhang Biao's muscular back, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

And I thought this fellow only knew dirty tricks, but his body is so strong!

Youth is wonderful...

He then raised his eyes to look at the dejected Paba nearby, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go, the match is decided, return to the palace."

Li Yuanzhao was still eagerly watching the arena, and hurriedly said: "Imperial Father, we're leaving already? Won't you meet with Zhang Biao?"

"No need, he's beaten Chilie to such a state, what would I see him for... I'll arrange a separate reward after returning to the palace."

"If you want to go see him, then go ahead!"

Li Yuanzhao immediately beamed with joy!

"Thank you, Imperial Father!"