The King of Judo heard it. His face stayed calm, but inwardly, he cursed Yan Yi's master endlessly.

What kind of master teaches like this? Or is this kid just weird?

"Tsk." That sound came from Yan Yi, startling the King of Judo. What's wrong with this kid now?

"This old geezer... does he mean I'm only slightly stronger than a Zaku?"

He didn't get why the kid bragged then backtracked. But the King of Judo knew one thing: this boy was a real opponent, not someone to toy with.

"Begin!"

The King of Judo's steady voice rang out as he instantly took his stance. Did that single word mean he acknowledged Yan Yi as a worthy rival?

Yan Yi, who had just looked adorably complaining, instantly crouched and charged at the King of Judo, right fist clenched.

The King of Judo inwardly gasped at Yan Yi's speed. It was much faster than when he'd sent his disciple flying. Unimaginable for an 8-year-old.

But he wasn't ordinary. Anyone in the top hundred was undoubtedly a powerhouse beyond reason!

The King of Judo retracted his left hand and grabbed Yan Yi's right wrist. This simple move was incredibly hard to pull off. Even if you saw Yan Yi, your body might not keep up at that speed. He sighed in relief. For him, catching the kid meant victory. He yanked, disrupting Yan Yi's balance. Yan Yi flipped upside down and slammed toward the ground!

It's over, thought the King of Judo. But then, shockingly, his own balance faltered! His, the King of Judo's, balance!

As Yan Yi was thrown down, he twisted his body back. Simultaneously, the King of Judo flipped over!

"Ha!" Yan Yi swung and hurled the King of Judo over his shoulder.

The King of Judo snapped out of shock, regained his balance, and stomped hard. The ground shattered. At the same time, he swung his arm and threw Yan Yi forward!

Yan Yi didn't go quietly. He regained balance, stomped the ground, and threw the King of Judo out!

They started throwing each other. The dojo floor became pitted, walls cracked. The whole dojo trembled, about to collapse.

A trace of a smile crossed Yan Yi's lips. He could've attacked differently, but he chose grappling—the worst option for himself. Because this even fight thrilled him.

Inside, the King of Judo was anything but calm. Who was he? The King of Judo! Yet repeatedly thrown by an 8-year-old using judo-like moves!

No! If this got out, his reputation would be ruined. He had to beat this kid fast!

As he thought this, it was his last round. After throwing Yan Yi, he felt his balance slip again. He adjusted, but suddenly Yan Yi's speed spiked. In an instant, Yan Yi exploded forward and slammed the King of Judo to the ground. The floor cracked, fissures spreading. That speed left him no time to react!

Then, the King of Judo felt immense pressure. His body sank deeper, bones groaning.

"Agh!"

He screamed and released Yan Yi's right wrist. Clearly visible was the near-black bruise on Yan Yi's wrist!

"Haaah—" Yan Yi exhaled, wiping sweat from his brow with his left hand. This win wasn't easy; one mistake could've changed everything. But Yan Yi still smiled.

"Wh-why?" The King of Judo's voice rasped. Yan Yi's last throw had left him on the edge of consciousness, but he still wanted to know why Yan Yi could suddenly burst.

Yan Yi beamed with a childlike smile. In a cute voice, he said, "Come on, old man. Even if we're both Zakus, I'm the slightly stronger one." As he spoke, he pointed to his fiery red hair.

"Tri-triple speed..." The King of Judo muttered the last word and passed out completely.

Yan Yi shook his nearly numb right hand. Shockingly, the bruise on his wrist had already lightened.

"Ouch, this old man really didn't hold back." He kicked the King of Judo, looking like he'd been bullied. Then he walked out of the dojo. Yan Yi turned to look at the sign: "Judo Dojo" in big characters. Ignore the disciples hanging around it.

Yan Yi tiptoed, but his hand barely reached the sign. Too high, he thought, clicking his tongue in annoyance. He jumped onto it, brushed off whatever was there, and yanked hard. The whole sign came down.

The sign was four or five times Yan Yi's height, quite wide. But he hoisted it onto his left shoulder, waved his recovering right wrist, complaining as he walked out of the courtyard.

Coming down from Shan, Yan Yi found shade under a tree and sat. He stuck the sign beside him, leaned back, and gazed at the sky. He loved this. After training, lazily watching the white clouds always made him feel content.

Some time passed. The sun, which had been mid-afternoon, was now half-set. A swaying figure slowly appeared in the distance.

A nearly two-meter-tall old man walked toward Yan Yi, drinking from a gourd.

"Good disciple, all done?" The old man swayed as he spoke.

"Done long ago," Yan Yi grumbled. "Old geezer, does buying wine take this long?" He threw the sign at the old man.

"Ah, no choice. The wine ran out halfway." The old man raised his left hand, index finger touching the flying sign. Instantly, it turned to dust without a sound.

"That you're back now is a miracle!" Yan Yi suppressed the urge to beat his master.

"If I don't take you back, your mistress and senior sister will go ballistic. Just now, your senior sister called, threatening she won't cook if we don't return." The old man took another swig, speaking leisurely.

"What?" Yan Yi jumped up. For him, missing his senior sister's cooking was worse than missing meals.

"What are we waiting for? Let's run!"

As soon as he said that, the old geezer vanished. Yan Yi's mouth twitched. "Dead old man, take me with you! What's the point of you rushing back alone?!"