Yang Dao and The King stood two meters apart from each other after they gave up their weapons. Aldeon glanced at them and said, "Begin."

Before the two people even came to the colosseum, the people had been given an introduction to the contenders. The crowd was excited when they heard the old minister, Aldeon saying the magic word.

Yang Dao took the initiative to attack. His body leaned forward and he aimed his left fist directly at the opponent's temple. The King at first did not expect the kid to attack him and that too so viciously. Just when the latter raised his right punch to counter the incoming assault, Yang Dao's fist turned into a grappling claw.

He held onto the King's right wrist twisted it. The king was unprepared, he did not expect that this guy was fighting with him while using his brain. The dark nation never believed in strategies. They believed in strength only. Yang Dao did not get the chance to twist the hand completely to leave better damage, the King used his left leg like a whip and shot at Yang Dao's waist.

The boy stopped twisting the hand and took half a step closer to the king, then he raised his leg. The kick connected but it was neutralized quickly. The King was surprised and the audience was exhilarated.

HURRAY!!!

A cheering sound echoed in the colosseum. The King in the dark kingdom was selected based on his strength. They would hold a competition every ten years, and everyone can participate. The participation age had no limits, even if it is an infant, they can participate. However, the cruel side of this tournament was that life and death were unpredictable.

It has been twenty years since the King ascended to the throne, and he was still undefeated. Nobody could force him to the brink, until today. Yang Dao appeared and his blows gave people hope. Hope for the scene they wished to see. But some despaired a bit as well, as they wished to see this king reign for a longer duration.

This guy was one of the imbalanced in the dark region. He had the strength to sit on the throne and the throne had no taboos. If he ordered the disbandment of the government, the people will follow.

Yang Dao was very close to the King's body. He tried to pull back but the king was not a rookie. He could sense that this guy's power was extremely strong and can defeat him. So, he used his left hand to cling to Yang Dao's body preventing him from retreating and get more room for himself.

Yang Dao bowed his head and leaned it against the king's chest. The next moment, the King sensed a strong impact coming from his guts. Yang Dao's right hand was circulating with the source of energy and it was delivering heavy bombs to the opponent's body. A normal person would have spurted out at least one mouthful of blood but the King as the strongest man in the kingdom did not slack off and tolerated the onslaught.

Yang Dao became curious about the limit of the king. However, before he could sate his curiosity his hair stood on their ends. He sensed a big threat approaching him. So, he decisively let go of the hand of the King and evoked his wings. The wings fluttered and his figure vanished. He reappeared at the place where his bow was placed.

The king was an earth bender, and he used his bending skills to move his sword. At this moment, the king held his sword and shield in his hands. However, on his torso, a lot of red and blue bruises were visible. The king wanted to say something but suddenly, some red leaked from the corner of his mouth.

The whole colosseum fell silent. It was so silent that even a needle dropping on the floor could be heard. The people were all holding down their breaths. Never had they ever seen their king bleed. Given his undefeated record, they almost thought of him as a god. Today, the illusion broke, they finally saw that the king was nothing but a human-like them.

The supporters of the King gave up hope. They saw the condition of their champion and sighed. Just when they thought that the old king will bend his knees the man raised his sword and pointed the tip at Yang Dao's visage. He said, "Come."

His voice echoed throughout the place. Yang Dao smiled and his eyes lit up. He picked up the bow and suddenly was lost. He had no arrows to shot. He suddenly heard, Laohu Bai speaking, "Your will is the arrow."

The lady with white hair was standing at the entrance of the colosseum. She smiled as she shook her head and said, "This boy still is a boy."

Yang Dao nodded and gave her an OK signal without looking back. He saw the king charging at him with steady strides. He sensed the earth tremble a bit. He mumbled, "To if the wind is strong and sharp, it can cut through the mountains."

His wings flickered and the boy flew up from the ground. He raised his left hand holding the bow and placed the two fingers of the right hand on the bowstring. In his eyes, everything else vanished, and a strong intention of cutting through surfaced.

Unknowingly his pupil changed to the Dao Eyes, the king became a bundle of light rays entangled with the dark. The king on the other side was not resting as well. He moved his hand and a sharp spike originated from the ground. It was rapidly moving in the direction of the Dao Child.

Yang Dao ignored the spike and pulled the bowstring back, forming a full moon, a thin azure-colored arrow appeared out of nowhere, the next everyone saw was an azure flash, stabbed in the ground behind the King.

The earthen spike originating from the ground stopped all of a sudden. Inside the colosseum, only a light vibration sound was echoing. The scene seemed to have stopped. The king was stunned, he slowly lowered his sword. A cut opened on the joint of his neck and shoulder. Red blood sprayed in the void as the mighty king knelt on the ground.

The king looked at the figure slowly descending from the void like an angel and asked, "Why not kill me?"

Yang Dao waved his hand without replying and the wound on the man's shoulder healed. He said, "You have lost, this is a duel. We have no grudges, so, why should I kill you?"

His voice was indifferent, and the pupil in his eyes was slowly spinning, hypnotizing the man kneeling in front of him. The kneeling man said, "My name is Seid. I accept my defeat, Lord."