Chapter: 1183
Sor had impaled his shoulder, throwing him.
Fatty tried to get up, but the spear’s tip was already resting against his throat. He’d be killed if he made any sudden movements now.
"You’ve lost," The man in red said condescendingly.
"W-who on earth are you?" Fatty was terrified.
He never imagined that he’d be beaten so quickly and effortlessly.
"Listen well. I’m Oscar Winston, and I’m the eleventh on The Heavenly Immortals," the man in red announced proudly.
"Eleventh on The Heavenly Immortals?" Fatty was shocked. No wonder his opponent was so strong.
Curse his rotten luck!
"What are you waiting for? Scram!" Oscar used his spear to flip Fatty back into the lake, and the latter had no choice but to swim back to shore.
Ultimately, the Balerno martial arts alliance lost the first round terribly.
"Sir Reeds, your men seem quite weak. Can’t you choose someone stronger?" A bearded man chuckled from inside the Glenstead martial arts alliance’s gazebo.
This man was the leader of the Glenstead martial arts alliance, Conrad Melling. Next to him was Brutus Grint, Zen Order’s guildmaster.
"You shouldn’t celebrate so early, Sir Melling. No one can tell what will happen for sure," Ronald responded.
-Although they weren’t speaking very loudly, their voices could still be heard from across the lake.
"Sure. Let’s keep watching!" Conrad laughed louder.
"Who’ll go next?" Jared turned to look at the remaining three contestants and pointed at the man in black next to him.
"You’re up!"
"But Oscar Winston is eleventh on The Heavenly Immortals, I’m no match for him!" The man in black exclaimed.
"I’m not asking you to defeat him. You just have to make him use up his true energy. If you exhaust his true energy, I’ll be able to defeat him easily!" Jared humphed.
"What? Doesn’t that mean that you’re just going to use me as your stepping stone?" The man in black was displeased.
"This is the best solution. I’ll give you some credit once I win the tournament," Jared persuaded.
Jared ranked lower than Oscar on The Heavenly Immortals, so his chances of winning the battle head-on were only fifty percent.
Thus, he had to use others to exhaust Oscar’s true energy if he wanted a winning chance.
"Alright. I’ll fight to the death for our alliance!" The man in black steeled himself and promised.
It was a matter of honor, so he had no other choice.