C234 The Fight for the Holy Fruit

Yaen Hsing's complexion cycled through shades of green and white, a clear sign of his utter humiliation. Being bested not once, but twice, by a country bumpkin who couldn't even pronounce his name properly was a bitter pill to swallow.

The astonished stares from onlookers felt like needles pricking his skin, each gaze a fishbone lodged in his throat, causing him unbearable discomfort