It wasn't as if Aoxue had never tasted defeat.
On the contrary, he had been humiliated in countless battles throughout his life.
However, all those defeats had come at the hands of inner disciples—the absolute elite of the central region, prodigies of legendary talent.
Aoxue was an arrogant and narcissistic man, someone who took genuine pleasure in humiliating others.
Unfortunately for him, he lived in a land where few were worth humiliating, for even his talent, remarkable anywhere else, was merely average there.
It was precisely because of this relative mediocrity that they had sent him here, a decision that had left him immensely satisfied.
He wanted to dominate the arena, crush his enemies underfoot, and be revered by the women as the undisputed star of the tournament.
Aoxue turned his face slightly, his eyes sweeping over the crowd surrounding the arena.
