I quietly watched the person standing across from me. He looked like an ordinary man, dressed in outdated sportswear—nothing like a supernatural being, no three faces or six arms. Still, he was a head taller and much more muscular than me.
“What’s your name, newbie? I’m Tony Tu—real name, Tu Peng.”
I swallowed hard.
“My name is Ethan Zhang. Can we not fight?”
I asked, and Tu Peng looked at me with utter contempt, his fist clenched so tightly it creaked.
“Are you out of your mind?”
Suddenly, laughter erupted all around me. Only then did I realize that, except for Li Li, everyone else had a normal head and two arms—seemingly all low-level Asuras. Li Li, on the other hand, was a high-level Asura, and many of the low-level ones watched him with envy.
With a whoosh, Tu Peng was suddenly right in front of me, throwing a punch. His strength was impressive, but his speed was lacking—I dodged easily and retreated far away. He looked at me, puzzled.
“Not bad for a newcomer. You use baleful energy, and you don’t seem much like a ghost.”
“I’m just looking for someone. Does anyone here know Zane Zhuang?”
I asked immediately, and whispers rippled through the crowd, but most of the Asuras soon shook their heads.
Tony Tu pressed in again, and I started dodging. His fists, fierce and relentless, kept coming at me. I dodged again and again. Since Yin Choujian had warned me not to fight, there must be a reason, so I kept dodging, refusing to strike back.
"You bastard, you’re really pissing me off! Damn it, fight back!"
Tony Tu cursed, and I sighed helplessly and said,
"I’ve already said, I’m here because someone sent me. Or, if any of you can help me notify the Asura King, I have something important to discuss with him."
The whole arena fell silent. Lee Li immediately pointed all six of his fingers at me.
"Kid, you want to see the Asura King? Not a chance. Even our higher-ranked Asuras aren’t qualified. You’d have to win more than a hundred consecutive matches in the upper ranks before the Asura King would summon you."
I stared at the sky, feeling utterly helpless inside.
Forget about a hundred straight wins—I probably couldn’t even win one.
"I’ll say it one more time, Ethan Zhang—fight, or don’t blame me for what happens next."