Henry narrowly dodged a water tentacle as he questioned his decision to try and put on a show when fighting this crazy rat man. Ping was a skilled cultivator that seemed to be versed in some weird water whip skill. The whips came out of his back and seemed to have a mind of their own. Henry had been dancing around them just barely managing to avoid getting hit. The crowd were oohing and ahhing as he ducked and bobbed. Henry could tell that Ping was slowly losing his cool.

Henry was a slippery greased up buff boy and he was just always a little ahead of Ping's attack. Ping was furious why he couldn't hit this damn weirdo. Henry on the other hand had discovered something as he was fighting Ping. Henry started to observe golden heat shimmers a second or two before a water whip would come at him. If he was smarter Henry would have concluded that these were the potentiality of the attack landing in those areas. Henry as he was just chalked it up to some weird quirk of his cultivation.

Ping was breathing hard now having expended a large portion of his ki trying to nail down Henry. He put his hands on his knees while breathing heavily through his mouth. Henry saw this as a perfect time to monologue.

“ You are a worthy opponent Ping but there can be only one champion,” Henry said as he walked around the ring making sure the light could hit all of his muscles.

“I’ll give you one chance to surrender for my sister's sake, she loves you and I don’t want to deprive my nephew of a father. Come back with me and make her an honest woman, but first you must give up your life of crime.”

The crowd gasped audibly, what a scandal. This rat man had a child with The Dragon's sister and out of wedlock.

“What a scoundrel,” a woman said admonishingly.

“Ping is a scumbag abandoning his child and lover to fight here and to his brother in law no less. If I was younger I’d teach him a lesson,” said an elderly merchant.

“I hope The Dragon sets him right before he falls further down this dark path,” a wizened cultivator says sagely.

Ping was once again dumbfounded by these comments and what Hen Ri had said. What in the ever living fuck was this guy talking about. Ping had never laid with a human woman that’s just gross. Certainly he would never bear an offspring with one. Ping understood the game of playing it up for the audience but this was taking it to another level.

Surprisingly the crowd seemed to love this. Ping had won his three matches for the night already allowing him to gain a residency here. The only reason he chose to take this fight was greed, he wanted to make some money.

Ping was poor but skilled, that's why he decided to fight in the Rising Star. He wanted to become a baker growing up but no one wanted to take on a beast kin as an apprentice. When all avenues of legitimate business were closed to him, Ping chose to turn to the illegitimate ones. He took to banditry like a fish to water. Ping hated to admit it but it felt like he was born to it.

Things went swimmingly for years until his gang ran into a wandering cultivator. The man who would be his master decimated everyone of the bandits but spared Ping. His master taught him cultivation and he taught him how to live in this harsh world. Ping was no saint but he was trying to change his fortune, maybe even save up enough money to open up a bakery.

Ping realized as he fought this weirdo that he had an opportunity to make a fat chunk of money. The audience seemed to eat up his antics. With that in mind Ping stopped his water whip assault and rushed at Hen Ri. Punching just wide enough to get his head near Hen Ri ear,

Ping whispered “I want in on the hustle but we split the take sixty; forty.”

Henry was shocked at the audacity of this rat man.

“If you mean I’m sixty and you are forty then sure,” Henry said as he threw a kick to Ping's head just a smidge too short to hit.

The crowd hissed as Henry swung wide.

“I know you need to win tonight and I want sixty if I am to lose to a weirdo like you,” Ping said, whipping a water tentacle at Henry’s legs.

“Jump,” Ping said in a whisper.

Henry waited till the last moment and did a backflip.

“Fine we do sixty; forty but you better sell it good now follow my lead,” Henry said, barely audible to anyone other than Ping.

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“Deal”

Henry paused for a second and pointed his finger at Ping.

“Please Ping, will you not end this for my sister's and your newborn’s sake?”

“Bah that is not my child, your sister is a strumpet I would never lay with a human female,” Ping said, letting a bit of his ki leak into his vocal chord so his voice would project to the rafters.

Henry had to internally chuckle at Ping, the dude was game.

“ You scoundrel, you dare to besmirch my sister’s honor. The child has a furry rat tail, do you still deny that the baby is yours?”

Gasp could be heard in the rafters.

“A human baby with a rat tail is that even possible?” gasped an outraged spectator.

“That Ping is a vile bastard, beat him up Dragon,” a woman on the third floor cried.

Henry in a low voice whispered to Ping “ I'm gonna throw you ,sell that it hurts.”

With a louder voice Henry screams “ I can no longer take this dishonor, feel the wrath of my Descending Dragon Suplex.”

Henry leaped at Ping and grabbed him in a headlock. To the rat man's credit he just went limp to make it easier for Henry to lift him. Henry hoisted Ping into the sky so that his feet were pointing to the ceiling, held him there for a bit, then slammed him onto his back making sure he cradled Ping’s head so it crack on the hard dirt.

Ping was a natural at this as he bounced on the floor and did two backward rolls before smashing himself to the wall.

The spectators went wild.

People were screaming and shouting, one lady fainted and fell from the second floor. Luckily one of her friends dove over the rafters and swooped her up.

People were chanting “Dragon” “Dragon”.

Henry walked around Ping while putting his hand to his ear.

The chanting redoubled as Henry went from one side to the other side of the ring making sure to allow people to cheer and scream his name.

Then he walked over to Ping looming over him.

“Front kick me and then just keep chopping at my chest. Obviously don’t actually hit me, but really go for it.”

Ping didn’t need any more suggestion as he threw both clawed feet at Henry’s chest. Henry threw himself back at the last moment to cushion the blow. Then Ping really did go for it with the chops. Ping growled and snarled and even let some spittle leak from his mouth as he chopped Henry in the chest. For every hit Henry would cup his hand and slap his thigh to sell the impact. He grimaced and howled at the pain that he was supposedly taking.

“High kick my head and then beat the shit out of me on the floor,” Henry said through gritted teeth.

Ping just smiled and threw a roundhouse kick to Henry’s head. Henry pulled his head back and spun with the blow, jumping at the same time and doing a three hundred and sixty degree spin in the air before collapsing onto the floor. Ping was on him the moment he hit the ground. Stomping down on him with gusto but making sure to hit his forearms and shoulders instead of more sensitive parts.

After a flurry of blow, none of the spectators in the lower levels were sitting down any longer.

They were actively screaming and shouting profanities, some even drew their blades.

“That scum, how dare he strike The Dragon in his house like that,” screamed a lady violently.

“Get up Dragon please, get your belt back I believe in you,” a middle aged man said with reverence.

Henry sat there and thought about how invested these people were when a moment ago they were booing him. It was time for a big finish. Henry looked up at Ping who was still fake stomping him with a look of maniacal madness. Man this guy was a natural. Henry gave him a shooing motion with his hands and Ping backed off as Henry struggled to get up. Henry bit the inside of his mouth and spat out some blood.

“ Ping this ends now, you will fall tonight and you will go back and make an honest woman of my sister.”

Henry struck as heroic a pose as he could, winking to Ping, who bless his heart nodded in agreement.

Henry kicked him in the nuts and as Ping doubled over in shock he grabbed him around the neck and dropped down to the floor stunning him. Ping was out cold, whether it was from the impact of the kick to the nuts or if he was selling hard Henry couldn’t tell.

Henry got up off Ping and put a foot on his body.

“That's how The Dragon handles business ladies and gentlemen, you don’t come into The Dragon’s house and insult The Dragons people and expect to get away with it. Now I'm gonna take this rascal with me back home to make an honest woman of my sister.”

The roof came off the place when Henry’s name appeared as the winner on the crystal screen.

Screams of Hen Ri and The Dragon rattled the Inn as a shower of gold coins, cultivation regents, ki stones, and multiple sets of boxers rained down on Henry.

Ping opened one eye and gave Hen Ri a little smile.

“I want sixty-five since you kicked me in the dick,” Ping whispered.

“Whatever man, just don’t blow kayfabe.”

“What the hell is that,” Ping asked, confused.

Henry just ignored him and shoved all the money and items into his spatial ring.

Just one more fight Henry thought to himself, just one more.