“My name is Jiang Ye. In my previous life, my sworn brother sent me to my grave with a single cup of wine.”
Spiritual qi revival. The martial arts entrance exam. An eighth-tier fighter against a ninth-tier one.
The night before I was reborn, my good brother brought me a cup of “qi-restoring wine.” The next day, in the arena, my legs went weak and my punches lost their force. Zhao Tianyu broke my ribs one by one, and I died in front of three thousand spectators.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back before I’d had the wine. I kicked down my brother’s door and slapped him onto the broken glass:
“Zhao Tianyu gave you twenty thousand? I’ll give you two punches.”
