"This..."

The competition between Huaxia and South Korea this time indeed had a prize.

But in the competition's description, the reward for first place was not disclosed.

Only one person knew what the prize actually was.

Kang Lao, who was in charge of organizing this contest.

Seeing Piao Yegi looking at him accusingly, Kang Lao couldn't help feeling a bit awkward.

Logically speaking, this item was something Xia Hengzhou had entrusted to him before he disappeared.

It was a gift he left for his own daughter.

At the time, Kang Lao did not understand why Xia Hengzhou wanted him to set that item as this year's top prize.

Could it be that he was so sure his daughter would definitely clinch first place this year?

With today's appearance of Xu Fan, Kang Lao vaguely guessed that perhaps Xia Hengzhou had foreseen his daughter receiving help from Xu Fan this year.

But man's calculations are no match for heaven's. For some reason, his disciple had lost her mind and directly forfeited the victory that was within grasp...

"What's the matter? Still stunned?"

"Is there anyone here who is more entitled to receive this reward than I am?"

Kang Lao's hesitation increasingly infuriated Piao Yegi, who then raised his voice and questioned him.

Now that he was first and considered the strongest, wasn't the prize that belonged to the first place his, and not someone else's?

Everyone bowed their heads under his questioning gaze at this moment.

The victors are kings, and the vanquished are the lesser—this truth is eternal.

"So, Feng Huang, you came here for this item?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Fan couldn't help but scoff.

He realized then that Feng Huang likely knew Piao Yegi from before, and his invitation today was for the sake of winning the competition's top prize.

"Bingo."

At this point, there was no need for Feng Huang to hide any longer; with a snap of his fingers, he squinted and said with a smile, "Anyway, oppa, your little sister has already lost."

"This item now belongs to me."

"Heh, that remains to be seen."

Xu Fan snorted coldly and walked straight toward Piao Yegi.

Up till now, he himself still didn't know what reward was hidden behind first place.

But Xu Fan was clear that he couldn't possibly let this Korean take the prize away right before his eyes.

A great nation like Huaxia would not tolerate a Korean making noise here?

"Yo? My friend, are you here to congratulate me?"

"Come, shake hands?"

Seeing Xu Fan approaching, Piao Yegi squinted and extended his hand, attempting to disgust Xu Fan.

Thinking about the disciple he painstakingly taught, who ultimately still lost to him, Piao Yegi was absolutely thrilled.

"Sorry, I fear contagion."

"You!"

Facing the hand he extended, Xu Fan merely glanced at it and did not shake hands with him, making Piao Yegi's eyes red with anger.

This guy is calling me sick!

I'm not sick!

"Hiring prostitutes, hiring prostitutes, hiring too many prostitutes—who knows whether they might carry some infectious disease?"

"You! You're the one who hires prostitutes!"

Piao Yegi, having a good command of Chinese, quickly figured out that Xu Fan was mocking him.

With red eyes, he glared back at Xu Fan.

Xu Fan curled his lip and then said with a smile, "A name, bestowed by a father, usually hints at the child's origins."

"What's this about Matsushita, Inoue, soliciting wild chickens—it's all a tribute to father's baby-making efforts back in the day. Did you just acknowledge him as your father?"

"I... fuck you!"

Smack!

Verbally outclassed by Xu Fan by more than just a notch, Piao Yegi, furious, now swung his fist, ready to strike.

Xu Fan's eyes grew cold, and as he raised his hand, he slapped him, sending him flying across the room.

"Don't play rough with me. Here in Huaxia, that kind of behavior is called asking for death."

For Xu Fan, handling a hundred South Korean chess players single-handedly was no problem.

Seeing the South Korean chess players looking at him angrily, Xu Fan smirked and said, "As long as I'm not dead, you're nothing but dogs and eunuchs."

"Piao Yegi, with me, Xu Fan, here, what makes you think you have the right to be loud here?"

"I'm not bullying you. Today, if you manage to beat me, take whatever you want—I won't complain."

"But if you can't, sorry, all of you get lost."

"You!"

"Why should we listen to you? I'm the best here now, and naturally, the prize should be mine!"

"What right do you have to change the rules?"

Piao Yegi, being young and hot-headed, couldn't stand this kind of threat.

With rage in his eyes, he glared at Xu Fan.

"Rules?"

Xu Fan looked at Piao Yegi as if he were looking at a dim-witted child.

"Piao Yegi, I'm sorry, but today, here, I am the rule. And if you don't accept it...?"

"Then I can beat you until you do."

"You!"

His own arrogance seemed minuscule compared to the outrageous behavior of the man before him.

With just a slap, Piao Yegi couldn't even grit his teeth, let alone retaliate.

"Mr. Kang, please set up fifteen chess boards. Today, I want to play with these Korean lads a bit."

Counting the number of South Korean chess players present, Xu Fan then instructed Mr. Kang.

At this point, Xu Fan was already being reasonable. If he truly weren't, he could easily throw these Korean lads out one by one right now.

Playing chess with them was just to make them accept defeat wholeheartedly, so they wouldn't return to South Korea claiming that Huaxia bullied them.

"Hmm?"

Hearing Xu Fan's words, Piao Yegi couldn't help but scoff.

This guy was definitely too arrogant, wanting to battle fifteen chess players consecutively?

Playing chess was highly mentally draining, and given the strength of the South Korean players too, changing players in succession, even Xia Hengzhou, at his best, only managed to defeat seven in a row.

Where did Xu Fan get the audacity to challenge fifteen here?

"Heh, continuously taking on fifteen opponents? Are you sure you want to do this?"

If it was going to be that kind of gauntlet match, Piao Yegi wasn't the least bit intimidated.

Let his compatriots go first to exhaust this guy, and then, wouldn't he play him to death?

"Fine, if you can take on all our South Korean players without a single defeat, I won't need the prize."

Watching Xu Fan, Piao Yegi was somewhat looking forward to it.

'Who said I wanted to play a gauntlet match with you all?'

At that moment, Xu Fan looked over, visibly impatient.

Piao Yegi was quite angry—this was reneging.

"Hehe..."

Xu Fan glanced at Piao Yegi lightly, pulled out a chair, and sat down grandly before saying, "You bunch of weaklings, you think you're worth so much of my time?"

"All fifteen of you, come at me together."

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