?The wealthy are coming year after year. Qin Shao kept murmuring this phrase, calm and unhurried as he walked toward the arena. He had already defeated a seven-tiered beast—a feat few heavenly immortals could achieve. And now, as a newly ascended immortal, he had accomplished it. Indeed, it was something to be proud of. The term "wealthy" here refers especially to Chen Xi Shuai and the strong man who had agreed to battle him. Look at them—just one move, and they present weapons ranked among the top ten on the Weapon List and talismans ranked among the top ten on the Talisman List. Now look at us. Aside from two bottles of Tianren Pills in our pockets and a hammer in our hands, we have nothing else to show off. Don't you think the heavenly beings are all content and unambitious? If anyone dares to say that again, I'll serve them a personal notice. Already, quite a crowd has gathered near the arena. These people all stand over two meters tall, and one of them exceeds two meters six. He wears golden armor, carries two massive axes on his back, and radiates a fierce aura. Wow, this guy's actually the true story of the Gigantic Deity of the Legend, supposedly bullied by monkeys—doesn't he look like one of the underlings, copying his senior's attire? Indeed, those two great axes are quite impressive; the handles and shafts are dark, while only the edges are silvery-white, giving them a sharp, striking appearance. The impostor Gigantic Deity pats the tall man on the shoulder and says, "Young cousin, I'm cheering for you from the sidelines. Today's winner will surely be you. As long as you win this match, you'll capture the military's attention—just like I did back then, gaining the Commander's favor and being appointed as a Captain." "Uncle, please don't worry," the man replies. "I won't let you down. After all, he's just a minor Ascendant, one from the Chinese lands—nothing special, really. I'll handle him like a breeze." The man himself is rather ungracious—his name is even Giant-Han. Not far away, Qingya and Chen Xisu walked in, and the beautiful Inspector listened to their conversation, gasping, "That young man is actually his nephew—now we're truly in trouble." "Indeed," Chen Xisu said, equally concerned, "Even if Qin brother manages to win this time, it will still be difficult for him to establish himself in the heavenly realm. Everyone knows that he's fiercely resentful—only once before, when he lost to the monkey, has he ever suffered a defeat at anyone else's hands." "I must ask you both," Qin Shao said calmly as he appeared behind them, "are you really that unconvinced in my abilities?" Chen Xisu turned around and said, "Next time you appear, could you at least make some noise? It's broad daylight now, otherwise we'd have thought we'd run into a ghost. How did the trial go? Have you managed to defeat the sixth-level beast?" "Piece of cake," Qin Shao said, with a small pause, then stepped confidently toward the arena. Xi Shi whispered softly, "I'm wondering how he's managed to cultivate such boldness and confidence, and I'm also a bit惋惜 that the heavenly realm never allows gambling." Qingya glanced at him sharply and asked, "If gambling were allowed, who would you bet on to win?" "Of course, the giant warrior—how could I say otherwise?" "Hmm." "And what about you?" "…The giant warrior." "Hmm." Qin Shao stepped proudly onto the platform, waved his hand, and the corpse of the seven-tier fierce beast, Wei Tianxi, shot out from his storage ring, crashing down heavily onto the ground, sending up a cloud of dust. Everyone was stunned—the creature was a life-threatening seven-tier fierce beast. Xi Shi widened his eyes, "That explains Qin's confidence—he's already capable of hunting down seven-tier fierce beasts!" Qingya's eyes sparkled, "So, the odds of victory are quite favorable, then." "Yes, there's a world of difference between a six-tier and a seven-tier fierce beast." "The slender young man nodded and said, 'Qin brother can defeat seven-tier beasts while the giant can only manage six-tier ones—how much higher one stands above the other is immediately clear. Qin brother truly deserves praise. In just a few days, he's made such remarkable progress!' With the astonishment of the giant and his uncle still fixed upon him, he continued, 'Look at that big fellow—did you catch that? This is a beast I single-handedly defeated. If you have any sense of self-worth, simply concede now. This is a seven-tier beast—can you possibly match it? You certainly aren't my equal, so there's no point in coming up here and looking foolish. Just place your bet on me, and you may go.' The two stared at each other in silence. Suddenly, the giant's uncle laughed, 'Hahahaha! Nephew, he's actually capable of defeating seven-tier beasts!' 'Indeed, uncle,' smiled the giant. 'We never thought that the relatively frail practitioners of the Chinese tradition could defeat seven-tier beasts—what a revelation!' " "After saying all that, he looked up at Qin Feng on the stage and added, 'I must admit, you're the most outstanding among all the Chinese ascended beings in history. Take Taishang Laojun, for instance—your leading figures haven't even managed to single-handedly defeat a third-tier beast yet. But if you're only capable of that, then you still wouldn't be enough to make me concede.' Qin Feng regarded him with disdain, 'Stubborn? Is it really embarrassing to admit defeat? If you lack even this much courage, how dare you claim to come from the Pangu Realm?' The giant growled, 'Today's loser is you—just a modest seventh-tier beast. What's there to boast about?' He then waved his hand casually, and the body of the eighth-tier beast, the Fierce Lion, soared into the air and landed precisely on Wang Tian Xi. 'One, two, three... seven, eight!' someone counted out loud, 'It's an eighth-tier beast! That's impressive—defeating an eighth-tier beast! The giant has secured victory!' Qin's face turned pale. "Come on, don't you think it's a bit disrespectful? I just revealed my seventh-tier feral beast, and you're already bringing out an eighth-tier one—aren't you deliberately trying to oppose me? Honestly, you two weren't even friends to begin with. If you put it nicely, you're rivals; if you put it bluntly, you're enemies. The confidence that Qingya and the handsome young man had just now vanished completely. There's a world of difference between sixth and seventh tier, and between seventh and eighth tier as well. Qin stared at him with a clear expression of doubt—his implication was unmistakable: Are you really bringing out your eighth-tier feral beast just to bolster your image? Are you serious? "He said with a dismissive tone, 'Today seems to be our主场—your constant chatter here, what's the point? And do you think by just copying the name, you've become the Giant Spirit God? What's your name, anyway?' 'My name is Giant Spirit,' the man replied with deliberate significance. 'Wait a minute—your name is just a copy of his! While he's called the Giant Spirit God, you're simply named Giant Spirit...' At this, he paused, thinking internally, perhaps he truly *is* the Giant Spirit God. He glanced at the handsome man in the audience, hoping for confirmation. The handsome man nodded, offering his silent response."