Teacher by day, Farmer by passion

Chapter 50 The first Fight.

As Xiao Wuzi's presence faded, Ace exhaled slowly, but the weight pressing against his chest didn't lift.

For the first time in a long while, he felt—insignificant.

All this time, the voice had been repeating the same chilling words.

Pray you win the tournament. The old man intends to really kill you—yet he won't. Not so easily.

Ace clenched his fists.

Why?

Why had Xiao Wuzi first disowned him, only to openly threaten him before an audience?

Was it a show of dominance? A warning? Or was he fishing for hidden enemies, waiting to see who would dare step forward?

Ace couldn't pinpoint the exact reason, but deep down, something gnawed at him—a heavy, suffocating feeling that there was an immense grudge between them.

One he had no memory of.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

Hua Hua strolled over, exuding his usual carefree arrogance, with Hua Tiger followed closely behind.

"Greetings, Master Xiao." He paused, then smirked as he corrected himself. "Ahem, I mean, greetings, Master Zhi."

The amusement in his voice was unmistakable, yet his gaze flickered toward the direction Xiao Wuzi had left, cautious and calculating.

Ace didn't respond immediately, still caught in the storm of his thoughts.

Hua Hua, ever perceptive, didn't push. Instead, he shifted the topic. "I saw your disciple—both of them, actually. Absolute monsters in the making."

His smirk widened. "I'd be worried if I were you, Master Zhi. Give it a few years, and they might just surpass you."

Hua Tiger, who had remained silent until now, merely stroked his beard, his sharp eyes fixed on Liu Mei.

The last time he had seen the girl, she had just ascended to Silver Rank.

That had been only a few months ago.

Yet now, she was nearing Gold Rank.

Monsters in the making?

No.

That girl was already a monster.

"Master Zhi, would you like to stay with us for the tournament?"

Hua Hua's tone was casual, but his sharp eyes held something more—an offer, a shield against the danger Ace had just been exposed to.

Then—

FWEEEEET!

The sharp blast of the referee's whistle signaled the start of the fight.

The crowd erupted.

"Lady Flow! My money's on you—don't disappoint me!"

"Jack! You better win, or I'm coming for your ass!"

Laughter and cheers filled the air, some spectators roaring in excitement, others heckling for sport.

But on the stage, there was no amusement.

Flow remained silent, her sword raised, eyes closed as if she were meditating rather than preparing for battle.

Jack didn't waste time. There was no need for words—only fools chided their opponents for underestimating them in a life-or-death match.

He shot forward, his speed impressive, his intent sharp. Midway through his charge, he vanished—only to reappear behind Flow in an instant. His fist struck clean, driving into her back with crushing force.

Flow was sent hurtling across the stage, slamming into the corner with a sickening impact. Blood splattered onto the ground as she coughed, her body trembling from the blow.

Jack smirked. "That's what you get for underestimating me."

But then—

His vision blurred. The world twisted unnaturally.

And then... he saw himself.

Or rather—he saw his body.

From the stands, horrified gasps rippled through the crowd.

Jack's headless corpse stood motionless before crumpling, blood pooling beneath it.

The first death of the tournament.

Silence suffocated the arena.

Flow slowly lifted her head, her eyes flickering open with an eerie calm. Without a word, she stepped down from the stage.

There was not a single scratch on her body—the punch mark was gone.

And yet, the crimson-stained blade in her hand told a different story. The blood dripping from its edge was undeniable proof—this was no illusion. It was all real.

"T-The winner is Lady Flow!" the referee announced, his voice carrying over the stunned silence that followed.

For a brief moment, the crowd remained frozen, processing what had just happened.

Then, those who had placed their bets on her erupted into cheers, their voices rising in triumph.