"So, the first round counts as my victory?" Jun Moxie deliberately asked the silent He Chongxiao. With these two brothers, the deciding power clearly rested with He Chongxiao, and Jun Moxie certainly wouldn't let him off the hook.

"Yes, we lost," He Chongxiao mumbled, licking his lips, admitting it reluctantly and with great difficulty.

Although deeply impressed and astonished in his heart, he was equally clear that given the inscrutable and miraculous abilities the opponent had displayed, winning this round was almost tantamount to winning all three. What kind of divine power could achieve such a feat?

This was completely beyond his comprehension!

Because his and his third brother's so-called speed and strength were utterly useless against such an earth-shattering divine skill! Ah, this was He Chongxiao’s inner thought, and Xiong Kaitian likely felt the same way; their conclusions were basically identical.

"My thanks for going easy on me!" Jun Moxie cupped his hands with a cheerful grin. "For the next round, it’s your turn. How about you both come at me together? I wouldn't mind."

But we mind, given your divine skills. Clashing head-on with you is just asking for a beating; do you really take us for fools! The two who had been eager just moments ago suddenly lost their nerve.

Undoubtedly, Jun Moxie's opening maneuver had profoundly shaken both men, completely extinguishing any petty schemes they might have harbored.

He Chongxiao and Xiong Kaitian both frowned simultaneously, looking troubled.

Against a master of this caliber, what could they possibly compete in? It seemed they were destined to lose anything they chose.

The two heads huddled together, whispering for quite some time. The more they discussed, the greater the headache, the less confident they felt; they would lose whatever they picked, and their brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

As their discussion trailed off, neither spoke anymore. They stared into each other's eyes, both utterly at a loss.

"It seems you two won't come to a conclusion for a while. How about you keep discussing, and I'll head home for a nap first?" Jun Moxie teased cheerfully.

"What are you being so arrogant about? I’ll fight you in a 'compare'—" Xiong Kaitian roared in anger, opening his mouth to curse, but he choked himself off. He managed to stammer out "compare" five or six times, never finishing what they were to compare, instead breaking out in a cold sweat from frustration.

"So what are we comparing?" Jun Moxie pressed relentlessly.

"Compare—damn your ancestors!" Xiong Kaitian, unable to think of anything for a long time, snapped out of sheer embarrassment. "We agreed that we set the topic. Why are you rushing? Don’t you have any demeanor befitting a true master?"

Dark lines spread across Jun Moxie’s face; he almost fainted. Compare damn his ancestors? Fortunately, he heard the next sentence, or Jun Moxie would have had the sudden impulse to braise Xiong Kaitian’s paws right then and there. A master’s demeanor? When have these two ever shown an ounce of it?

"Are we going to compare or not? It’s almost dawn! You two have plenty of time, but this Seat has many other matters to attend to!" Young Master Jun wasn't exactly known for his patience either, and he immediately burst out, "You two grown men, how can you dither like a bunch of women?"

"I’ll compare with you—" Xiong Kaitian couldn't tolerate being called a woman, and he exploded in response. A flash of inspiration struck his mind, and he roared out loudly: "I’ll compare pissing with you!"

What? The moment Jun Moxie heard those words, he felt as if he’d been struck by heavenly thunder, stumbling backward onto the ground. Dizzily, he stared at the burly, fierce-looking man before him, whose face was covered in rough flesh and whose entire body exuded a savage aura. He would never have imagined that the words "compare pissing" could ever come out of his mouth!

Did he think he was still a three-year-old child?

In this moment of shock, Jun Moxie almost suspected his ears had deceived him.

He Chongxiao was also greatly startled, his thin, pointed mouth gaping wide, his slender eyes involuntarily widening into perfect circles, making his pupils seem even smaller.

"Com-compare piss—pissing?" Jun Moxie stood with his mouth open and eyes wide, looking like a duck struck by lightning, shaking his head even as he spoke, still doubting his own hearing.

"Exactly! Compare pissing!" Since the words were out, Xiong Kaishan seemed to have decided to throw caution to the wind. There was a certain air of martyrdom about him; it was like a courtesan who had been coquettishly yelling objections suddenly ripping off all her clothes to present a bare backside, suddenly becoming brazen and unrestrained. "I want to compare pissing with you! How about that? We agreed the method for the second match was for us to decide. Are you going back on your word?"

"Compare then, compare! How do you plan to compare? Compare height? Or distance? Or quantity?" Jun Moxie's mouth twisted sideways as he sucked in a sharp, cold breath through his teeth, his eyes rolling up until only the whites showed.

A master of the Supreme Profound Realm, a figure of the Grandmaster tier, actually proposed to compare pissing with him? To be fair, he had engaged in such contests before, but those were all things he did before the age of three; certainly nothing he’d done since.

A grown man, a male creature, pulling out his implement in front of outsiders and just doing it—it was inherently awkward and indecent. This fellow was too ferocious! Surely, beasts—ah, no, high-level Mystic Beasts—didn't care about such things?!

What kind of situation was this! But at this juncture, he had to grit his teeth and go through with it; who asked him to underestimate the other party’s shamelessness? No, wait, He and Xiong Kuan were beasts, and since they were top-tier ones, they were naturally even more beastly!

"I won't compare height, I won't compare distance, and certainly not quantity. The methods you mentioned are for coarse fellows. How can we, esteemed seniors and masters, engage in something so vulgar?"

Xiong Kaishan snorted, clearing his throat a couple of times. Even with the thick skin of a black bear, he felt a flush of unease. He couldn't help but think about the potential consequence if he lost this round: the two of them would have to do one thing for this inscrutable fellow before him. Who knew what demand this person might make?

If even a figure like him felt uncertain about the required task, could it be anything easy?

So Xiong Kaishan steeled his resolve. Damn it, no one else is watching, so I’ll lose all pretense. What can you do? As long as I win the competition in the end, what does it matter if I'm a little bestial? We brothers weren't human to begin with!

"Just now you performed a movement that my brother and I cannot replicate, so we willingly admitted defeat," Xiong Kaishan struggled to keep his face rigid, afraid that relaxing it even slightly would betray his shame. "Now, I will perform a movement. If you can replicate it exactly as I do, then we lose. If you cannot manage it, then you lose!"

"The movement of pissing?" Jun Moxie’s eyes widened. Was there a special way to do that? That seemed to be something one naturally knew how to do from birth without being taught. Now that he was this old, whether standing, lying down, even twisting his hips or jumping high while doing it, or even jogging while doing it, was not difficult. As for drawing circles, that was child’s play.

If all else failed, he could squat—yes, that was possible too. Beyond that, did one have to use one's nose instead of one’s little… well, that he truly couldn't manage.

"Nonsense! Of course, it's the movement of pissing! Do you think it’s the movement of drinking wine?!" Xiong Kaishan was already losing face, and seeing Jun Moxie's reaction, he became even more unnerved. He quickly barked, reminding him, "Watch closely. I’m about to begin..."

Jun Moxie couldn't bear to watch and squeezed his eyes shut. What kind of spectacle was this? He had to stare wide-eyed while this man pissed? Damn it, you aren't some incomparably beautiful celestial maiden; do you think you can truly make flowers bloom when you piss?

Just as he thought this, Xiong Kaishan let out an opening breath and a loud roar. His two thick feet slammed onto the ground with a bang, and his imposing, stalwart body soared up into the air with magnificent grace, rising more than five zhang high! The movement was fluid, natural, and utterly unhesitating—truly worthy of the Supreme Profound Realm!

"Excellent movement technique!" Jun Moxie looked up, clapping his hands without reservation, though his eyes were filled with confusion. Didn't this fellow say he was going to piss? Why is he going up into the sky?

Young Master Jun’s confusion was quickly resolved.

Xiong Kaishan, still ascending in mid-air, grinned smugly. While still rising, his hands moved with lightning speed to unfasten his belt. He leisurely reached inside, grabbed hold, and deftly pulled out that thing. His cheeks twitched, and while steadying himself with one hand, he puffed out his chest, drew in his abdomen, and with a grunt, a stream of golden, glistening water shot out with a hissing sound, like the flooding of the Yellow River.

Jun Moxie was utterly dumbfounded, overwhelmed by a powerful urge to faint.

He Chongxiao, standing nearby, violently clamped a hand over his face.

What did "losing face" mean? This was beyond that. No, "losing face" was too mild for humanity. This was "losing beast-face"!

Xiong Kaishan’s massive body remained perfectly upright in the air. His eyes gazed deeply into the distance, his chest puffed out, and both hands were placed around it as if grasping a bird. His body slowly rotated, and the shining stream of water sprayed outwards in all directions with his rotation—uniform in thickness, consistent in distance. At first, it was a column of water, then it broke into strings, and by the time it neared the ground, it consisted of large, individual drops.

Xiong Kaishan’s robes fluttered gracefully, his movement technique light and incredibly delicate, showing off the height of his grace in mid-air. From afar, he looked elegant and charming, floating like an immortal—well, excluding the indecent part.

Although his body was slowly descending, the speed of his fall was practically negligible.

Finally, the performance reached its end. The water stream, which had been spraying outwards, slowly contracted its range and finally stopped flowing. Then, Xiong Kaishan shivered comfortably in the air, his hands moving swiftly to tidy that thing and efficiently tucking it back into his trousers.

He even had time to tie his belt into a precise figure-eight bow.

With everything concluded, Xiong Kaishan descended with leisure, his bearing dignified, his expression serene. His face was not flushed, and he was not out of breath; radiating the air of a true master, he smiled faintly at Jun Moxie, nodded, and offered a greeting.

"I drank a bit too little water earlier," Xiong Kaishan sounded almost regretful, feeling his performance hadn't been perfectly flawless.

Young Master Jun was already utterly stunned!

He recalled a day in his previous life walking down a busy street when, by chance, he saw a drunk fellow stumble to the traffic policeman’s platform at an intersection and brazenly drop his pants to shoot a water gun towards the rolling streams of traffic in all directions. He had thought that fellow was practically a Grandmaster of his time. But compared to Xiong Kaishan now, that was like comparing a small sesame seed to a vast mountain! The difficulty level here had increased by at least a thousand times!

Truly astonishing!

Xiong Kaishan tightened his belt, looking quite pleased with himself. "Kid, I’ve finished my demonstration. Now it’s your turn!"

Jun Moxie looked at the "Supreme Grandmaster" expert before him, whose thick skin was probably three times thicker than the combined thickness of the Great Wall, with a mixture of frustration and amusement. He shook his head sincerely, sighed deeply, and said, "I concede!"

(Urgent call for Moon Tickets!)