Bi Kongliu hadn’t lost all that badly, but he’d been badly humiliated. One of his legs had been broken, and he sat sprawled in the dirt, looking utterly wretched.0

Su Yi watched but did nothing.0

When someone pursued the Dao, setbacks and humiliations were inevitable, no matter who they were.0

This was a competition, and what competition didn’t have a loser? 0

It was often in defeat that you could see someone’s spirit and character most clearly. Su Yi was curious to see how Bi Kongliu would respond to this.0

He didn’t have to wait long. Bi Kongliu quickly climbed to his feet. Throughout his body, his blood and qi churned as his broken right leg repaired itself.0

Then, beneath countless astonished gazes, he strode toward the arena once more. He didn’t admit defeat, nor did he compromise.0

This drew widespread derisive laughter from the crowd. Bi Kongliu’s Dao Protectors were frantic and fraught with worry.0

Whoosh!0

A man in ink-black robes blocked Bi Kongliu’s path and frowned. “You’re no match for Jin Buyi. Fighting him again will only lead to your humiliation. Don’t you think you’ve embarrassed yourself enough?”0

“Out of my way,” Bi Kongliu said coldly.0

“If he really wants a beating, why...0