Chapter Two: One Yuan Can Ignite Reality

For one instant, the pain that had lived there for years eased. He froze for half a second. Cold Edge lunged from behind. Lin Jin did not turn. His wooden sword rebounded from the stomach wall, knocked the dagger aside with perfect precision, and drove backward into Cold Edge's throat. Critical hit. The audience jumped from three hundred to thirty thousand. Gifts rose like sparks. Not because Lin Jin possessed the Crown. But because, for the first time, everyone saw that the sparring partner valued at thirty-seven yuan and fifty-two cents might actually win.