Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 167

"Humph. Jaya, the lady has been here herself. You'd better make it clear how many ink stones you've defrauded from the money shop in the past years!" the young man yelled at Jaya as if he was on a high horse, proud of his sense of justice.

"You little runt! I've been promoting you all these years. How dare you frame me?" Jaya shivered with fury. Never did he expect to have cultivated such an ungrateful person who would attempt to make false charges against him.

"Jaya, my father has always trusted and relied on you. You must set things straight from the very start. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." A beautiful lady in her twenties walked over, wearing a sour face.

After simply explaining the whole affair, Jaya pointed at Darren's figure on the arena. "Look carefully, you little bastard! The lad is still alive. I've never scrounged a pension off the money shop!"

"Ah? What happened? Why didn't he die?" The younger man was left stunned.

"Humph!" With a grunt, Jaya took a green crystal card and handed it to the lady. "Here are the commissions earned from the lad's five straight wins. And thirty thousand more ink stones are from the gambling. I'm sorry for not informing you about it. Please take them, my lady. Since you don't trust me, I must find another way to make a living. Goodbye."

Being a crafty man, Jaya gave only a tenth of the ink stones he won to the lady. From then on, she would trust him more.

"This..." Left speechless, the lady suddenly slapped the young man hard. "You bastard. Jaya has always been hardworking. How could you accuse him of doing such a shameful thing? Everything is clear now—you're the one to blame."

"My lady, I..." Droplets of sweat began forming on the man's temples.

"Shut up!" Without letting him respond, the lady kept slapping him until he couldn't bear it any longer and ran away.

"I'm sorry, Jaya. You can keep these ink stones yourself as my compensation to you. Please don't leave our shop," the lady apologized.

With that, Jaya looked much better.

On the arena, Darren made it to the sixth battle.

This time, his rival was far stronger—he must've been one of the best fighters at the ninth stage of the Mysterious Realm.

"What do you think, Jaya?"

Darren's previous performance had captured the attention of the authority of Prison Battle Arena, so the middle-aged man went over to consult for Jaya's opinion.

As an old hand with an unerring eye, Jaya's judgment was known to be accurate.

"Nice to see you, Uncle Harvey," the young lady next to Jaya greeted the man.

"Oh, hello, Eva. It is rare that my little niece comes to watch the battles." The middle-aged man whose name was Harvey Gu smiled at her.

"Uncle Harvey, it seems the lad is too young to win the sixth battle. As a rule, only the most atrocious men are stored for the sixth battle."

The lady gave her analysis.

"You're right, Eva. His rival is a prisoner from the Void Holy Land. It's said that he alone managed to kill five overmatches in the same realm as him in order to grab treasures. After that, he was captured by a cultivator of the Wonder Realm and sent here to fight till he dies," Harvey Gu explained.

The place was called Prison Battle Arena because almost all the fierce fighters were prisoners of different forces. They had committed felonies, so they were sent there to atone for their crimes—they fought on the arena and earned money.

"I'm convinced that he will win the battle."

A thought came to Jaya and he confirmed his judgment.

He recalled how Darren demonstrated his power with the sword intent. But in the fifth battle, he had used the blade intent only and won!

Excited by the thought, Jaya felt a sudden upsurge of emotion that Darren was truly extraordinary.

"Oh, Jaya. I bet you're wrong this time. We'll see," Eva declared her judgment confidently, since she was at the top level of the Mysterious Realm.

...

"Bang!"

The battle had begun on the arena. Darren's fists collided with his opponent's at once.

"Your fist is quite powerful. It's in my league!"

Opposite Darren, the muscle-bound man licked his lips as thrilling murderous intent reflected in his eyes.

"You must've killed many people," Darren responded casually. It seemed that he wasn't afraid of the man's surging murderous intent.

"Exactly seven hundred and eighty people. You will be the next one." An evil grin surfaced on the man's face.