Chapter 1184: Chapter 1170: East River Sword vs. Mad Shark

Following Harley’s gaze.

Everyone looked over in unison.

All eyes fell on Baiyu.

"Mr. Geman, are you also clear on the rules of seat gifting? Are you acting as an individual, or representing the Geman Clan?"

"Of course, it’s me personally. I’ve already learned the rules in detail from Miss Harley and am willing to accept the challenge."

Baiyu said with a smile.

The Patriarch of the Laine Clan was silent for a moment, then looked at the families seated on either side with three main seats each. They all stared at Baiyu, observing with interest.

No one raised any objections.

Indeed.

This is a rule established at the inception of the Forgotten Association, and it is maintained by these rules.

No one violates the rules, even families occupying seven main seats cannot.

"Well, I hope you can survive until the end."

The Patriarch of the Laine Clan nodded with a smile to Baiyu and then looked at the other families: "What about you? Are there any families willing to forfeit or gift their seats?"

This time.

No other family stepped forward.

"Since there are no more, let’s officially begin."

The Patriarch of the Laine Clan solemnly announced, and after saying this, he sat down.

At this moment.

The seven stone chairs suddenly emitted a crimson glow, gathering together to form a huge circular arena in the middle.

This is the platform used for the contest.

No one asked about Baiyu’s background, clearly, they didn’t care about such things, because in many people’s eyes, Baiyu was already a dead man.

As the recipient.

To firmly take this seat, one needs to win four matches.

This is impossible.

Especially.

Baiyu is alone!

This has never happened in the history of the Forgotten Association.

At this moment.

Baiyu stood aside, while those beside him either stayed far away or looked at him with eyes like wolves, as if eyeing a large piece of prey.

"The ten challenger families wishing to join the Forgotten Association, you can choose your opponents now.

If you win, you can get an edge seat."

The leader of the Laine Clan announced in a strong voice.

In an instant.

The ten families stepped out from the crowd.

Each family had around twenty to thirty people, clearly prepared for several battles. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

This was to prevent being challenged after winning a seat.

And their five family members in the arena might be unable to compete due to injuries.

Simply put.

They brought many substitute members.

The leaders of their families held notebooks, documenting the situations of various families.

This was collected by them earlier.

Actually, they had already chosen their opponents long before, but they didn’t expect Baiyu to be a variable.

In most people’s eyes.

Baiyu was a juicy target.

Because if they defeat him, they can also seize a seat.

However.

Everyone looked at Baiyu standing there, completely unflustered, even with a confident expression, so they didn’t rush to challenge.

After all.

The Bain Clan wasn’t foolish.

Since they could find such a remarkable fighter like Baiyu, why not directly let him join the Bain Clan and contribute in this contest?

In that case.

The Bain Clan only needs one victory to secure its seat.

Why make it complicated like now?

The only explanation is that the man named "Geman" didn’t want to join the Bain Clan and made the Bain Clan compromise, offering their valuable seat for him to gamble.

He personally wanted a seat in the Forgotten Association!

So.

This man used some method to make the Bain Clan yield or reached some transaction with them.

Otherwise.

The Bain Clan wouldn’t just let the seat go.

From any perspective, this man named "Geman" is no ordinary person.

Therefore.

No one wanted to risk it.

These ten challenger families joining the Forgotten Association had only one chance to challenge. Messing up against Baiyu would be troublesome.

If they lose, they can never join the Forgotten Association.

So rather than choosing Baiyu, who seems weak but might bring surprises, it’s better to follow the original plan and choose their pre-selected prey they are confident in defeating to obtain the seat.

Variable.

It’s not a term people like.

"We choose to challenge the Dongchuan Star Family."

"We choose to challenge the Hanfley Family."

"We challenge the Nine Crocodile Family."

...

In a moment.

The ten challenger families decided on their challenge targets, surprisingly none chose Baiyu.

Even Harley Bain couldn’t understand.

This was completely against common logic!

Baiyu is alone, not a family. Why wouldn’t these families dare to challenge?

"Tell me Harley, if no one challenges me until the end, what happens to my situation?"

"That means you’ve succeeded."

Harley Bain analyzed seriously: "However, it’s impossible because these ten challenger families will surely seize a seat.

And those who fail and lose their seats will have two challenge opportunities.

So for sure, someone will challenge you because they can afford the trial and error."

Baiyu nodded.

Soon.

The first battle started.

The contest is a 5V5 relay fight, meaning each side sends up to five members, who take turns fighting.

Their last person standing wins.

According to past experiences.

Such battles were very fierce.

"Mad Shark Clan, against Dongchuan Star Family!"

At this moment.

A judge from the Laine Clan rang the duel bell.

The two families stood on opposite edges of the red elliptical shield.

"White Shark, it’s up to you now."

The leader of the Mad Shark Clan patted a strong man’s shoulder in front of him.

The man nodded.

With strange patterns on his body, his arm bones unnaturally protruded like two bone knives, ripping through the skin.

His back had raised bones like a shark’s dorsal fin.

"Rest assured, I’ll bring glory to the Mad Shark Clan."

The Mad Shark flexed his arm and slowly walked into the crimson light shield.

Once inside the shield.

He couldn’t see or hear anything outside.

As if he had entered another world.

Across from him, a young man wearing a robe, carrying a long sword, walked in.

Dongchuan Star Family, East River Sword.

"I am East River Sword, from Dongchuan Family, sir..."

He hadn’t finished speaking when the sound of wind slicing reached his ears.

Whoosh.

East River Sword’s face was directly slashed, leaving a bloody cut.

He licked the blood that reached his mouth corner, a hint of blood light flashing in his eyes: "A brute is still a brute, no sense of decorum. There are many ladies watching me here, damn it."