On the Eight Extremes Star, I awakened the twelve talismans.

Master Ma is still using the name Milankel and is in his growth stage, traveling around to find fighters to spar with and challenge the strong.

It was still a long time before the later fighting master took Ye Han as his disciple.

"Alright, let your disciple see just how formidable you were in your youth."

Ye Han went to the top of the building, found a spot with the best view, and prepared to watch the whole thing.

The game started.

As soon as the bell rang, the battle immediately intensified.

The Black Monster was the first to attack. Despite his imposing physique, resembling an iron tower, his speed was astonishing.

Master Ma blocked all the attacks.

He remained calm and composed, his steps steady and measured, each time narrowly avoiding the enemy's attacks, and then delivering a precise counterattack.

The exchange lasted only a short while. Although the Black Old Monster's attacks were fierce, he could not hit Master Ma's vital points. Instead, the opponent seized several openings in his defense.

The Black Monster has suffered multiple heavy blows and is now at his last gasp.

After a few more moves, Blackie staggered, and Master Ma's fist had already blasted him out of the ring.

The entire stadium fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous cheers—the outcome was decided.

Hidden in the audience, Ye Han witnessed the entire battle from beginning to end.

He clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Master Ma is truly talented!"

"But upon closer reflection, these experiences are the true foundation. Without them, one could not have become a master; they are all the paths one has taken."

Master Ma's playing style when he was young was completely different from when he taught his apprentices. Now, Milankel is showing his full potential.

Every move he made was imbued with the sharpness and desire to perform unique to young people. His attacks were swift and ruthless, and the more the audience cheered, the more excited he became.

The time she spent with Ye Han was completely different.

People who haven't experienced hardship are probably all like this.

What kind of young people are they if they don't have a strong sense of pride?

On the arena.

Milankel raised his arms and walked around the edge of the ring, waving to everyone in the stands who were cheering for him.

The light shone on him, and sweat glistened on his tanned skin.

At this moment, he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being admired. The entire stadium chanted his name, and all eyes were on him. Every victory seemed to crown him.

This feeling is addictive.

After the commotion subsided, the audience who had come for him gradually left, and the contestants for the next match began warming up backstage.

Lanker, wearing a coat, walked into the backstage rest area through the passage on the side of the ring.

He hummed a tuneless little tune as he walked, stretching his slightly sore wrists; he was clearly in a good mood.

Before long, they encountered the Black Monster.

"What's with the attitude? You've only won a few games and you're already acting like this. Do you really think you're invincible?"

Milankel faced him, looking down at his defeated opponent.

"Not convinced? Let's fight again right now, I'll give you a handicap. Or you can wait until you're healed, the result will be the same anyway."

The old monster's face instantly turned even darker than his skin.

Knowing he was no match for them, and that continuing to argue would only make him look worse, he simply snorted and left.

After they parted, he coldly stared at the spot where Milankel had left: "Hmph, just you wait, your good days are numbered..."

Milankel returned to the rest area and lay down immediately.

I took out my phone and saw a notification that my bank account had received a deposit.

150,000 excellent, an increase from the previous round.

"Coming here was definitely the right decision. I can train in martial arts and make money at the same time. It's a win-win situation."

He happily put his phone back in his pocket, already planning which planet he would go to continue his cultivation once he had saved enough money.

Little did he know, the person behind the underground fighting arena had already made arrangements for his arrival.

...

A luxuriously decorated room.

The heavy soundproof door was tightly closed, shutting out the cheers and fighting sounds from downstairs.

Several player profiles and a thick stack of betting records were scattered on the table.

Two men sat facing each other; one was wearing a sharp suit and his hair was neatly combed.

The other was bald, leaning back in his chair with a cigar in his mouth, squinting as he looked at the numbers flashing on the holographic screen.

The man in the suit said, "Ever since that Milankel came, he's made us a lot of money."

"The betting odds for every match are full. The lower the odds, the more people bet on him, and the more they bet, the higher our commission. In this month alone, our profits have almost tripled from his matches."

"However, this momentum is about to come to an end. Right now, he's at the peak of his popularity, and everyone thinks he can keep winning. The odds of betting on him to win have dropped to almost no profit."

The bald man exhaled a round smoke ring, reached for the odds table, glanced at it, and revealed a knowing smile:

"So it's time to wrap things up. While he's at the peak of his popularity and the audience is most receptive, let's arrange for someone to finish him off in the ring."

"Ideally, it should be a tough opponent, someone relatively unknown. Set the odds to the highest possible level beforehand, making everyone think Miranker is a sure win. Then..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but instead made a snapping gesture in the air with two fingers, his smile full of shrewd calculation.

The man in the suit's smile grew even more sinister: "Then we can make a big profit. This kind of greenhorn is the easiest to deal with. He comes from out of town, with no background or connections, his only valuable asset is his skills."

"Squeeze every last drop of his skill and value out of him, then make the most of him by using him as a stepping stone in the ring. Drain every last drop of value from him, and then get rid of him completely."

"Anyway, it's an underground fighting arena, so it's perfectly normal for something to happen on the stage. If it blows up, we can just find a scapegoat, like that black monster he just defeated. The black monster held a grudge and secretly sought revenge after losing the match, so that's a perfectly reasonable excuse."

"We sit behind the scenes, our hands are clean, our bodies are untouched by bloodshed, and we make money effortlessly. This has always been our way in the fighting arena."

The two looked at each other and laughed, their laughter echoing in the closed room.

"It's settled then."

......

Ye Han, who was invisible, saw all of this.

He originally came backstage to chat with Milankel, but as he passed by that room, he inadvertently overheard the entire conversation inside.

"It seems necessary to do something."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suppressed it.

You can do it, but you can't interfere too much.

This is the past timeline, the history that has already happened, and it cannot be rewritten at will.

If he interferes too much and affects Master Ma's original life trajectory, even by changing just a small choice, the butterfly effect could unleash unpredictable and monstrous waves in the future.

The consequences would be no laughing matter.

To be on the safe side, even their true appearance cannot be used.

As he dispelled his invisibility in the corner, the light of the Monkey Talisman flashed gently on his body, changing his original face into an ordinary-looking one.