Chapter 3: The Pact of Life and Death

The next day, Tang Xuan arrived at the arena hall.

Zhao Ran, her eyes red and swollen, approached Tang Xuan.

Isn't this Aunt Zhao?

She was the best friend of his mother.

In the previous life, she remained unmarried all her life, meeting a tragic end.

Tang Xuan had never understood why such a beautiful woman would choose to live out her days in solitude.

Now he understood.

Zhao Ran and Tang Sixteen were a couple; in the last life, Tang Sixteen was taken away by Huang Fei, which led her to vow never to marry.

“Aunt Zhao, let me protect your love from now on. You’ll owe me big time,” Tang Xuan said.

“Sixteen, why are you here? Zhou Zhuoyi is a master at the Xun Feng Realm; you’re no match for him,” Zhao Ran said as she tried to embrace Tang Xuan.

“Aunt, please maintain some decorum—I’m your nephew,” Tang Xuan said, stepping back silently.

“Don’t worry, someone at the Xun Feng Realm is no match for me,” Tang Xuan said calmly.

Just then, Zhou Zhuoyi, who had been approaching, overheard the words.

“Hahaha,” Zhou Zhuoyi laughed loudly.

“So you dare to speak so boldly about the Xun Feng Realm? Aren’t you afraid I’ll beat you to death in the arena?”

Tang Xuan replied coolly, “Who dies is still uncertain.”

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Zhuoyi said, “Alright, alright. See you in the arena. I want to see if your fists are as tough as your mouth.”

At that moment, Tang Xuan spotted Huang Fei sitting in the corner of the arena hall and immediately understood everything.

Zhou Zhuoyi had been sent by her; she wanted to use this method to force him to leave Jiangcheng.

But this scheme was doomed to fail.

Huang Fei, towering in her high heels, strode up to Tang Xuan.

“You’re very brave, but courage alone won’t get you anywhere,” she said.

Tang Xuan smiled. “How do you know courage is all I have?”

“I don’t want to waste words with you. You should know, whatever I set my mind to, there’s nothing I can’t accomplish.”

“Today’s event will teach you the meaning of failure.”

Huang Fei gritted her teeth. “On the arena, if you don’t kneel and beg me, your only path is death.”

“I couldn’t care less about a worthless life!” Tang Xuan said. “If you regret it later, remember to kneel and beg—I can handle it.”

Huang Fei laughed mockingly.

“Do you think you’re worthy of making me regret?”

“Who said I’m not? You’ll find out soon enough.”

Huang Fei returned to her seat.

Speaking any more to him was a waste of breath. She only needed to wait for him to kneel and plead.

Just as Tang Xuan was about to step onto the arena, Zhao Ran grabbed his hand.

“No, don’t fight him.”

Tang Xuan smiled faintly. “If I don’t fight him, how can I protect your love?”

Breaking free of Zhao Ran’s grip, Tang Xuan ascended the arena.

Zhou Zhuoyi pulled out a pre-prepared life-or-death agreement.

“You worthless fool, do you dare to sign this with me?”

Tang Xuan turned to the referee. “If I sign this, can I beat him to death?”

The referee couldn’t help but laugh, seriously doubting the sanity of this young man.

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