Author note; wanted to leave this on a cliff so it's a bit on the short side. Definitely think this is my favorite chapter so far though. Enjoy!

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Sun Jiao looked at the arena entrance and couldn't understand how such a man, 'is it still a man?', could exist.

The "doggy" was twice as large as his brown-ki opponent who was already a head taller than most men. In the side of his mouth were chain hooks that attached to screws drilled into his hairless skull. This pulled his lips into a smile and revealed filed down yellow teeth each the size of a shark tooth. His tan colored flesh was pulled tight across his enormous muscles. Every time he moved the flesh would tear only to heal when he came to rest.

Around his neck was a thick metal collar covered in spikes both on the outside and digging into his flesh. He wore two pieces of clothing, a strange hat and a brown loincloth that was tight against his waist leading Sun Jiao to believe he either had an incredibly small member or more likely was a eunuch. The hat was shaped like a scholar's hat with a square flat top, but also had a cushion.

Sun Jiao looked at Sun Qing and then back to the cushion.

'If she sat there she could definitely sit comfortably.'

As he walked toward the stage his feet left impressions in the ground and followed by a trail as he was dragging a huge bone club with magic looking seals covering it.

Before jumping on the stage the "doggy" looked directly at Sun Qing as if seeing through the one-way screen.

Sun Qing gave a nod, but Sun Jiao hadn't noticed as he was staring into the dog's eyes. They were about the size of Sun Jiao's fist and were completely white with shadows floating in them. Every once in awhile the shadow would smash into the side of the eyeball as if trying to escape only to float deeper into the eye.

The "doggy" looked back to his opponent and jumped onto the stage.

While the "doggy" was walking out the announcer had been describing the upcoming match. Sun Jiao missed most of it, but caught the trail end of the announcement.

"The current undisputed arena champion; Yao Mo!!!"

The crowd erupted in cheers so loud the arena shook as if it too couldn't contain it's excitement.

The brown-ki user appeared pleased with all the attention and was beaming with pride. Yao Mo stood still as if the praise was beneath him and looked down on the brown-ki user's display of pride. The cheers were nothing to Yao Mo. Would a man get excited if a hand full of ants clapped? No and the crowd was just that to him. If he wished he could kill everyone in the arena with one attack.

The brown-ki user hadn't given much thought to his opponent and had been distracted by the surrounding cheers. He was at the very peak of the First Layer and at any moment would be able to advance to the Second Layer so the champion of a small arena like this couldn't possibly compare to him. Sensing his opponent's blase attitude he began to reconsider. He diverted his focus from the crowd to examine the opponent and upon looking in his opponents eyes immediately regretted his decision. He could hear the faint sounds of groaning souls which gradually became louder and louder eventually drowning out the crowd.

The brown-ki user shook his head and decided to avoid looking at it's, he too came to the decision that Yao Mo was no longer human, eyes again. With just one look he had given up hope of winning and would immediately surrender.

"Let the match begin!"

Before the announcer finished the sentence the brown-ki user began his surrender.

"I giv-"

With one step and a swing, from half a stage away, the bone club came smashing into him from the right. His body put up no resistance and immediately exploded into meat paste that shot all over the crowd. Some people in the crowd died from bone fragments, but most had some cultivation and weren't damaged. Instead they cheered wildly with a fervor that startled Sun Jiao.

'These people are savages...but even I have to admit that was FUCKING AWESOME.'

Sun Jiao was affected deeply by the crowds fanatic reaction. The reaction was so powerful it overwrote all the learned morals from his past life and filled him with a passion for blood. He too wanted to stand before the crowd and crush his opponent while they cheered him on.

Perhaps it was the body itself reacting to the crowd, but who had only only chosen to walk the path of a cultivator now began to accept it as well. How could a man see such power and not get overcome with desire for it? If a man was not overcome then he was not truly a man! That was what he now truly felt.

Sun Jiao began to laugh. He couldn't contain it anymore. He laughed at the excitement, at the idiot for challenging Yao Mo, at the crowd, at himself for having been worried, and most of all he laughed out of true joy.

Sun Jiao's laughter however did not sound like joy, but instead it sounded like an evil cackle that sent chills down the spine of those in the room.

Sun Qing was beaming with pride as her dog had pleased Sun Jiao enough to cause him to laugh. He usually only laughed when he was torturing his enemies so it was a wonderful surprise for her.

So caught up in his excitement she came up with an idea to make him even more happy.

"Watch this big brother! Watch how good he is!"

Grabbing the nearest maid by the neck Sun Qing threw the maid out the front window causing the shimmer to shatter. Sun Qing then yelled "FETCH!"

The maid tried to scream but her throat had been crushed so no sound came out. As the maid flew threw the air high above the crowd Yao Mo jumped into the crowd, smashing several of them into paste and then jumped high in the air biting deep into the maid's waist killing her instantly.

As he landed he crushed even more of the crowd causing his feet to be dyed red with blood. The dead maid hung loosely in his mouth and blood dripped all over his chest. He then ran towards the box, causing the other maid and servant to run out of the room screaming.

Xu Rong tried to go, but Sun Jiao had frozen with his grip wrapped around her waist.

Yao Mo slowed as he neared the box, dropped the mangled body in front of them, and opened his mouth with his tongue out begging for praise.

Sun Qing reached out and patted his head careful so as to avoid dirtying her gloves with the maid's blood.

"Good boy!"

She then turned with a smile expecting her brother to be happy, but he had long since stopped laughing.