Chapter 65: Arhat Shovel

Due to the sharp reduction in numbers, the third round ended quickly!
During the battles, no one could see what others were doing, and there was a rule forbidding leaving the game. Happy, who understood this well, did not leave the arena. After quickly finishing his three rounds of elimination, he emerged as one of the ten remaining contestants with a perfect record.
As expected, the other nine spots were taken by Orochimaru, Yu Chaja, Bu Shua Liu Lang, Xu Pang Da Shen, Feng Wu Cai Yi, Bao Long, Yi Tong, and Xiao Pu Ti Luan Qu… The only surprise for Happy was that his first opponent, the female contestant “Nuomi,” was also among them.
Feeling the intense gazes of the two female players on him, Happy awkwardly shifted his gaze aside.
Feng Wu Cai Yi placed her hopes of defeating Orochimaru on herself, while the other likely still resented being kicked off the arena by Happy.
Nuomi…
To have made it this far, her strength must be considerable. But why didn’t he remember her at all from his past life? Happy wondered silently until the system announced the rules for the fourth round.
The rules for the final round were special:
The ten contestants would be randomly divided into Group A and Group B. Each group of five would fight in a round-robin format—four matches in total. The one with the most wins in their group would become their group’s leader and compete against the leader of the other group for the championship.
As soon as the rules were announced, Happy was stunned.
The next moment, he found himself on one of the arenas. Yu Chaja, Feng Wu Cai Yi, Bao Long, and Bu Shua Liu Lang stood on either side of him. He couldn’t move, as if frozen at the edge of the arena. Frowning, he glanced at another arena ten meters away—his target, Orochimaru, was there, wearing his annoyingly sinister smile.
“First match: Contestant ‘Happy’ vs. Contestant ‘Yu Chaja’!”
Only when the system’s announcement sounded did Happy realize the force surrounding his body had disappeared, allowing him to move freely again.
Yu Chaja also stepped back, giving Happy a deep look before sighing, “The winner of Group B will likely be Orochimaru. I’ve already lost to him once; I won’t join the fight. Cai Yi is right—we believe in you. You’ll have to take on this responsibility.” With that, she returned to her position in the line.
The system announced:

“Competitor ‘Yu Chaya’ from Group A forfeited the first round, allowing competitor ‘Happy’ to win automatically and advance to the next match…”
“In the second round, ‘Happy’ faces ‘Feng Wu Cai Yi’!”
Happy helplessly spread his hands. He had already forfeited once before due to his gratitude for the friendship from a past life, but this time… he would not back down again.
“Feng Wu Cai Yi forfeits the first round; ‘Happy’ wins automatically, now with two wins, advancing directly to the third round!” the system announced emotionlessly.
The other two members of Group A were also confused by Yu Chaya and Feng Wu Cai Yi’s actions…
It was time for “No Bullshit” to enter the arena. He didn’t follow in the footsteps of the previous two—although Happy’s strength and reputation were astonishing, he still wanted to test his opponent’s abilities firsthand. If possible, he wasn’t afraid of shattering their myths.
The two stood face to face. On the spectator seats at the edge of the arena, Baolong showed signs of interest.
Happy had won two matches without fighting. For those left to claim victory, he was the key figure—someone he had to defeat!
“Please, show me your skills.”
Boom!
A bronze shovel over two meters long slammed heavily onto the arena! The platform trembled, and an aura instantly radiated from him. Combined with his tall, lean frame and sharp gaze, his presence exuded overwhelming dominance, instantly intimidating others.
Such a rare and unconventional long weapon indeed gave a significant psychological and experiential advantage in one-on-one fights, especially in the early stages when combat experience was scarce.
However…
Happy seemed unfazed. He lifted his robe casually and made a gesture inviting his opponent to attack.
He was never short of experience. Moreover, he knew very well that “No Bullshit” wasn’t actually confident. In later stages, he relied on unusual martial arts and weapons to boost his strength and chances of winning. Without such unique creativity, his strength would be far inferior to that of the pompous “God” Feng Wu Cai Yi.
Besides…
He also had extensive experience and tactics against such long weapons.
“The duel begins!”
The moment the system declared the start of the fight, everyone noticed that Happy hadn’t drawn any weapon. It seemed he intended to rely on his bare hands against “No Bullshit,” who had a clear advantage in weapons. Feng Wu Cai Yi and Yu Chaya both showed serious and tense expressions.

At the hands of the chubby master, Happy’s boxing skills, which were truly remarkable without resorting to brute force, were awe-inspiring. Without overconfidence, he took a horse stance, and immediately swung his bronze shovel in a powerful arc with a deafening sound!
Whoosh!!
“It’s the original Shaolin ‘Arhat Shovel’.”
Happy easily dodged the shovel’s slashing blows, ready to close in, but suddenly noticed that Ruffian had changed his tactics. The bronze shovel spun wildly at high speed, followed by rapid successive attacks that pinned him in place, forcing him to take a half-step back to avoid the next wave of attacks.
With this retreat, Ruffian seemed inspired—his eyes lit up, and his shovel spun like a wheel. The successive attacks kept pressing Happy back, without rushing forward, merely ensuring they wouldn’t be brought too close, making it extremely difficult to counter.
After retreating several steps, Happy was quickly pushed toward the edge of the arena by Ruffian…
Ruffian moved with even greater agility, pressing forward repeatedly while maintaining caution, fearing that a single mistake might leave him as vulnerable as the chubby master, losing all chance to counterattack.
To onlookers…
Happy, who hadn’t withdrawn his weapon, appeared in extreme danger. Under Ruffian’s fierce attacks, he couldn’t get close, let alone strike back. It was already hard enough to stay unharmed.
“That kid!”
Feng Wu Cai Yi and Yu Cha also worried deeply as they watched Happy keep retreating. The former had placed all his hopes for revenge on Happy, while the latter had seen from Happy’s combat record his experience and skill—far beyond his own. To save face, he chose to abandon the first round peacefully. But if Happy lost to Ruffian, his earlier actions would become laughable, and he might even be dominated by Ruffian in the future.
This was something he absolutely refused to see happen!