Meanwhile, a knock sounded at the private room door. Uncle Long opened it to find Juesi, clutching his left hand, wincing in pain, and stumbling in. "Close the door, close the door!"
Uncle Long complied, unable to hide his curiosity. "Juesi, how many moves did you exchange?"
Juesi's face contorted in pain. "Uncle Long, first, help me reset my broken bone."
Uncle Long approached him, felt around for a moment, and then with a "click," he set the bone.
Juesi sighed in relief. As he recovered, Mia asked anxiously, "Juesi, please answer Uncle Long's question."
Juesi's expression was clearly one of shame, but he still answered truthfully, "One... one move."
"What?" Both Uncle Long and Mia were stunned. Ming Zhi Tian, who appeared so young, was actually too much for Juesi, and after only one move?
Juesi shook his head helplessly. "He subdued me with just one move. Miss, I apologize, your subordinate is useless."
Uncle Long stepped forward. "Miss, shall I try?"
Mia waved her hand. "No, for tomorrow's international finals, someone else will test him for us. We shall wait and see."
The next day, Ming Zhi Tian was eager to return to Germany with Mia, complete the mission, and return to Tian Qiu as soon as possible.
The group met in the lobby. Wang Guo awkwardly called out, "Zhi Tian brother."
Ming Zhi Tian nodded and looked around. "Where is Wang Xi Xi?"
Wang Guo forced a smile. "She has returned to her country."
Ming Zhi Tian nodded. "Are you planning to go back too?"
Wang Guo shook his head. "No, I'm taking Kuang Lang to the International Martial Artist Finals first."
Ming Zhi Tian uttered an "Oh." "Then we shall part ways here. After I finish helping Mia, I will come find you."
Seeing Ming Zhi Tian about to leave, Wang Guo quickly called out, "Wait, Zhi Tian brother, I've also registered you."
"What?" Ming Zhi Tian turned back. "You registered me without my consent?"
Wang Guo chuckled. "Yes, yes. I even gave you an imposing title, Tian Wang! It signifies both of us."
Ming Zhi Tian was speechless. "I'm leaving."
Wang Guo immediately stopped him. "Don't go, I've placed bets on the sidelines."
Ming Zhi Tian halted and turned. "Since when did you develop a gambling habit? I had no idea?"
Wang Guo plastered on a smile. "Zhi Tian brother, this is... my first time, my very first time."
Ming Zhi Tian asked, "How much did you bet?"
Wang Guo didn't conceal it, nor did he dare. "Just one billion gold coins..."
Ming Zhi Tian snorted, wagging his index finger at him. "You, what can I say about you."
Wang Guo pleaded, "Please, I beg you, Zhi Tian brother, you don't want to see me lose, do you? Ten billion gold coins, that's not a small sum. Just this once, okay? Don't worry, I'm just being cautious. As long as Kuang Lang doesn't fall, you won't have to fight. I'm just preparing for any possibility."
Ming Zhi Tian hesitated. He was in a hurry to leave. Wang Guo added, "This is not just my gamble, but it's for national honor, for Huaxia's honor, Zhi Tian brother."
Ming Zhi Tian recalled his battles in Tian Qiu. He was not alone; he had loved ones. He was willing to give everything for the Heavenly Kingdom, to bring glory to the nation and become a revered War God.
"Alright, I'll help you one more time." Ming Zhi Tian agreed.
Wang Guo beamed. "Good brother!"
Kuang Lang drove a short-legged car to the International Martial Artist Finals venue. The scene was vibrant, with a massive arena in the center, the location for today's duels.