The scene fell deathly still.

Elder Xu’s face turned ashen. Elder Ge stared in shock, mouth agape. Han Shuang’s eyebrows shot up, satisfaction mingled with doubt in her eyes.

Beyond the shadow of a doubt, the nephew and the uncle far outclassed Elders Ge and Xu.

Rather than kicking his opponent while he was down, Jiang Huan ambled back to his seat, grabbed another fruit, and took a bite, completely unfazed.

The pale but uninjured Elder Xu returned as well, his aged cheeks burning red. If only he could dig a hole to hide in!

But he still had some lucidity left to him. If his opponent hadn’t shown mercy, he would probably still...