Fatty Ron's Death

A full day had transpired, and a growing multitude of forces amassed in anticipation of the impending tournament.

Representing Amethyst City, the eminent "Violent Water Sect," the esteemed "School of Nobles," and the illustrious "Heroes Academy" emerged as the three most formidable families in the city.

Meanwhile, from Brook City, the formidable "Golden Rock Sect," the ethereal "Flying Clouds Sect," and the enigmatic "School of Night and Day" asserted their influence.

Not limited to established factions, a wave of young, wandering warriors descended upon the event, eager to showcase their prowess. Even intrepid members of the Adventurer's Guild decided to partake in this vibrant spectacle.

Suddenly, a brash and raucous group swaggered arrogantly toward the island's center.

"Who the hell are these brats? Do they really think they can gather here without consequences?"

"Yeah, seems like easy pickings. Hahahah!"

"Hey, sweetheart! What are you gawking at? How about a date?"

Their boisterous comments reverberated through the air, met with icy glares from the prestigious families gathered.

"What are you despicable pirates doing at this honorable event? You are not welcome here! Leave immediately, or the Marines will deploy all our battalions to eradicate you!" Lieutenant Commander Shadis emerged from the crowd, his voice resolute and indignant.

"Kakaka! Shameless Shadis, why the fuss? It's just an event for the younger generation. Pirates have prodigies too!" Carn Pudge retorted mockingly.

A spark of fury ignited in Shadis's eyes, caught in the midst of a brewing confrontation.

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Abruptly, a resonant voice reverberated across every inch of the island, cutting off Shadis in mid-sentence.

"They are permitted to participate, but no disruptions before the tournament commences. Whether you're a Pirate, a Marine, or a member of the families, stay within your designated areas and wait!" Master Roshi's authoritative voice declared.

"Who the heck do you think you are?!" a defiant pirate from the Eagle Eyed Pirates snarled.

In an instant, an overwhelming pressure descended upon the insolent pirate, crushing him into a gruesome pulp. The crowd collectively shuddered at the gruesome display, with the Eagle Eyed Pirates particularly terrified, feeling an instinctual urge to kneel and beg for mercy.

"I extend my apologies on behalf of my subordinate, Master Roshi. We assure you there will be no further disruptions," a respectful and composed young woman stepped forward from the Eagle Eyed Pirates, bowing towards the seemingly empty space. With long orange hair tied in ponytails, an angelic face, and a seductive figure, she wore glasses that added an unexpected touch of bookish charm to her appearance.

"Don't compel me to reiterate, Tanasha," Master Roshi's resonant voice echoed before fading away.

As his words hung in the air, a sense of calm descended upon the crowd. Even the pirates, recognizing the potential consequences of inciting the mysterious expert's wrath, opted to quell their unruly behavior.

This brief disruption served to enlighten the families about the inclusive nature of the tournament. However, confident in the abilities of their own prodigies, they remained steadfast in their belief that victory would inevitably tilt in favor of their representatives.

The anticipation for the impending tournament cast a palpable tension over the atmosphere. Geniuses from diverse cities meticulously prepared themselves, the air pregnant with the weight of expectations and aspirations as they braced for the challenges awaiting them on the morrow.

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**Ron's Living Area**

"Young master Ron, we've located the brat's hideout. Should we notify Young Master Qian?" reported one of Fatty Ron's subordinates.

"Report! Absolutely, report! Take me to the hideout first before informing Brother Qian. I want to get hold of that little wench first!" Ron exclaimed vehemently.

"Nahh, how about leaving your head behind here first," a chilling voice suddenly interjected.

"Huh?" Before Ron could inquire further, a blood-colored bullet whizzed towards his head. Fatty Ron, never renowned for his combat prowess, failed to react in time, and his brain was pierced by the bullet, causing his head to explosively disintegrate.

"Ahhhh!!! Murder!!!" Ron's subordinates erupted in terrified screams. Panicking, they clamored to exit the tent.

"Please! Spare me!"

"You've killed young master Ron!"

"Hurry! Summon Young Master Qian!"

From the concealment of the shadows, Mo whispered, "Devil's Rage - Dark Aura."

Instantaneously, a malevolent and bloodthirsty aura swept through the entire tent, suffocating the pitiful crowd. The atmosphere reeked of impending slaughter, rendering them unconscious one by one as their bodies slumped helplessly.

Silently wielding a dagger, Mo methodically slit their throats one by one, ensuring that his actions remained shrouded in secrecy before slipping away unnoticed.

Meanwhile, Qian, in the midst of adjusting his mental state, abruptly opened his eyes, sensing the release of a dreadful aura emanating from Ron's tent. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards the tent, driven by an instinctual feeling of foreboding.

Upon discovering the lifeless bodies strewn across the tent, his fury surged.

"WHO DID THIS!!!" Qian's roar reverberated like the enraged bellow of a dragon.

The members of the Tan Family, alarmed by the thunderous shout, converged on Ron's tent. Witnessing the gruesome scene, their own rage ignited.

"Does anyone know who's responsible for this?" Qian demanded.

A warrior stepped forward from the crowd, a scout privy to Ron's intentions. "Young Master Qian, I believe it was those youngsters with Shao Tan. Young Master Ron sought to teach them a lesson for the humiliation they inflicted upon you, but they proved far more vicious than anticipated!"

"That brat? Impossible! He's so feeble that my system fails to detect even a hint of brand aura from him!" Qian expressed doubt.

"Young master, only those savages would dare kill a member of the Tan Family. Young Master Ron merely sought vengeance on your behalf!" the warrior insisted, providing insight into Ron's intentions.

Qian furrowed his brow, contemplating the possibilities that lay before him.

"Initiate an investigation immediately! We must tread carefully; we can't afford discord with Master Roshi overseeing this event. I'll personally ensure he faces retribution in the tournament," Qian declared with a glint of determination in his eyes.

As the atmosphere crackled with tension, Qian's stern gaze swept over the surroundings, commanding his subordinates to commence the investigation swiftly.

"Search every nook and cranny, leave no stone unturned. Find out who's responsible for this act," Qian ordered, his voice carrying a blend of authority and frustration.

The Tan Family members dispersed with a sense of urgency, their collective mission clear—to unveil the perpetrator behind the brutal assault on Young Master Ron.

Qian, however, remained near Ron's tent, his mind churning with thoughts of vengeance. The prospect of confronting the assailant in the upcoming tournament fueled the fire within him. The tournament grounds would become the arena for settling scores, and Qian's resolve to personally deliver justice intensified.

The air hung heavy with a mixture of anticipation and anger, setting the stage for the inevitable clash of forces within the confines of the impending tournament.