Chapter: 1182

"Are all Balerno martial artists so weak? Is this even a competition?"

Glenstead martial artists burst out in laughter and mocked.

"He was too proud." Even Ronald was embarrassed by the sight.

After all, martial artists that were hastily chosen were no good.

"It’ll be hard to win the first match." Paul shook his head.

Why did Fatty have to waste his true energy to show off? In the end, he embarrassed himself and depleted more than half of his true energy. How was he going to fight later?

Finally, bubbles emerged from the water, and a round face reappeared.

Embarrassed by all the laughter, Fatty forced himself to swim to the arena. He got onto the platform, drenched in lake water.

"Damn it! I should have taken the boat!" he muttered to himself.

He’d managed to cross rivers with the same technique before, so he thought he could do the same with the lake. He didn’t expect himself to run out of true energy halfway due to the lake’s size.

"A weakling shouldn’t show off. That’s just embarrassing!" A man in red sneered as he arrived at the arena by boat, a spear in his hand.

"How dare you laugh at me! I’ll kill you!" Fatty roared.

"As if you could do that." The man in red jumped onto the platform.

"I’ll make you regret underestimating me!" Fatty gritted his teeth.

The man in red humphed disdainfully, unfazed by Fatty’s threat. In his opinion, showoffs like Fatty weren’t worthy of stepping into this arena.

He’d be disappointed if all Balerno martial artists were like this.

Just then, a bell rang from afar to signal the start of the match.

According to the rules, the match would start when the bell rang the third time. From there onward, the fighters’ life depended on their skills.

Soon, the bell rang another two times.

"You’re dead meat!"

Fatty attacked as soon as the bell rang for the third time. With a wave of his arm, countless darts shot toward the man in red.

Besides throwing his darts, Fatty also threw a punch toward his opponent. That way, even if his weapons failed to hit the target, his punch would still be able to hit the man in red.

"Such useless tricks!" The man in red sneered before whipping his spear around to slap the darts away.

Immediately after sweeping the final dart aside, the man thrust his spear forward at an incredible speed. Before Fatty had time to reách, the backward.

"You-!"