"Aah!" The girl suddenly screamed, instantly shrill, cursing Harvey "Million" Jin as a pig.
Harvey didn’t care at all, just grinned goofily: "That’s right, I’m a pig! I’m here to root up this little cabbage!"
At that, all the guys in the crowd got hyped again. The judges on the high platform were already used to it—by now, they’d decided the Jiangdong Team was a bunch of total freaks, and someone like Harvey was actually pretty normal for them.
"Sichuan–Chongqing Corps, hurry up and merge into one group—fight together!" Even Fiona Shangguan on the high platform couldn’t take it anymore and shouted. As the big sister of this bunch, when she spoke, people listened. Right now, with Quentin Qin still not showing up, the whole Jinling Team was stuck waiting.
With Fiona’s shout, all the Sichuan–Chongqing crew stopped hesitating and jumped onto the ring. Shockingly, ninety percent of them were girls—Sichuan girls were gorgeous, each one fresh and dewy, and they all had these cute loli faces that made you just want to reach out and cop a feel.
Seeing Harvey "Million" Jin dive into this den of spider-girls, Jason Lin and Warren Yuan couldn’t hold back either—they both jumped in, drooling as they stared at all the little beauties.
On the Jiangdong Team’s side, only two seniors were left on the high platform: Gabriel Xue and Lily Liu.
The two of them might be "highly respected," but faced with this kind of scene, even they were struggling to hold back.
"Ling, you gotta grab Fiona Shangguan in the end—raise her like you did Chiharu Mitsui!" The Ghost Elder suddenly yelled inside his body.
"Raise Fiona Shangguan? That’s the beauty shouting on the high platform, right?" Ryan blinked—he hadn’t looked closely before, but now that he did, she really was a rare female general. After a pause, he added, "But I heard Fiona’s Quentin Qin’s fiancée. Wouldn’t snatching her be a bad move?"
"What’s so bad about it? You already forced Victor Yan to become a monk—why be scared of snatching Quentin Qin’s woman? Pfft!" The Ghost Elder rolled his eyes hard at Ryan, then quickly added, "And here’s something you need to understand: Fiona Shangguan’s cultivating Pure Maiden Art, and she’s about to break through the ninth and highest level—probably in the next day or two. No way we’re letting Quentin have a prize like that. As Lord Yama’s son, you need to remember: when facing enemies, don’t just crush them—steal their wives, grab their wealth, and hit them hard!"
"Alright, got it!" Ryan nodded. If Fiona Shangguan could boost his cultivation, then he had to get her—when it came to leveling up, nothing else mattered.
Right now, every camera and eyeball was locked on Ryan’s three closest sworn brothers. Ryan was the tournament’s trending star—people were obsessed with every little thing about him, and the media were digging up every scrap for headlines.
Naturally, the stories of Jason Lin, Harvey "Million" Jin, and Warren Yuan couldn’t be missed.
The instant they hit the stage, headlines about them popped up everywhere, and each guy had his own defining keyword.
Jason Lin was "Ruthless," Warren Yuan was "Loyal," and Harvey Jin—well, his was "Cheap."
Those three words summed up the trio perfectly!
Right now, the three of them were up against the Sichuan–Chongqing team—more than a dozen fighters.
Even though they were outnumbered, the three weren’t fazed at all. Jason Lin whipped out a watermelon knife and stripped off his shirt, showing off his boss-level tattoos. Harvey Jin didn’t miss a beat—he stripped, too, but instead of muscle, he revealed rolls of fat, looking like he weighed almost three hundred pounds.
The Sichuan–Chongqing girls were terrified—if Harvey Jin landed on you, forget getting stabbed, you’d probably just get crushed to death!
But Harvey Jin’s weapon was a leather whip. When he cracked it, the girls nearly jumped out of their skins—it was obvious he wasn’t here to fight, but to "train" them!
Warren Yuan, meanwhile, started casting Daoist arts. Ever since Simon Sun patched up his Dao root, his skills had skyrocketed—it was like night and day compared to before. With the three of them teamed up, their fighting power was off the charts—almost unbeatable, and downright scary.
"Don’t panic—hold steady! Combine and unleash the Blazing Chili Formation!" On the high platform, Fiona Shangguan shouted sharply. She wasn’t in the ring, but she was the real backbone of the team. At first, the three guys had thrown the girl squad into chaos, but as soon as Fiona spoke, the whole squad snapped back into perfect order.
"Formation—Blazing Chili Formation!" One of the more mature girls shouted, and instantly a dozen girls flashed into position, surrounding the three men. Then, all at once, their mouths opened wide and they blasted streams of fire straight out!
Everyone was stunned—this was the first time they’d ever seen fire-breathing beauties.
And that wasn’t all—while the flames roared, the girls started launching chili bombs from behind, pelting them with hundreds, maybe thousands of pounds of peppers.
In an instant, all the peppers exploded in the raging fire.
Jason Lin was stunned, Warren Yuan was stunned, and even Harvey Jin was stunned!
These Sichuan girls were way too spicy—so many chili peppers exploding all at once, it was lethal! Snot and tears streamed down their faces, and it wasn’t just them—the tens of thousands in the audience were suffering too, sneezing like crazy.
"Ha! Now you know how fierce Sichuan girls are! Sisters, spice them to death—then we’ll hit them with the Red-Broth Hotpot Formation and boil them all, especially that fat pig! Turn him into a pot of pork!" Seeing the Blazing Chili Formation working, all the girls cheered, dancing their special Sichuan moves and singing: "Spicy girls are hot, spicy girls fear no spice since childhood…"