The arena floor was still.
The dust had only just settled from the final clash, and Lin Mu stood in its center, untouched.
Across from him, Zhao Wei was on one knee, panting, robe torn across his shoulder. His chest heaved with the effort of keeping upright, his hand braced on the ground. He had fought hard—but it hadn't been enough. Not against Lin Mu.
A ripple of polite applause passed through the crowd.
Lin Mu offered a respectful nod, but didn't smile. His face remained composed, calm, humble.
Zhao Wei pushed himself to his feet, broad fra towering over Lin Mu, even as he wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. He was massive—his chest thick with muscle, his arms like carved stone. His robe clung to his body with sweat, revealing thick veins running down from his shoulders into his forearms.
The crowd watched silently as the two bowed.
"Your talent is unmatched, Lin Mu," Zhao Wei said, voice low and steady. "Truly."
Lin Mu nodded again. "You held your ground. With more control, you'll be difficult for most."
But he wasn't difficult for *him*. Not even close.
Lin Mu turned to leave.
That's when she stepped into view.
Xue Lan had been watching from the terrace—dressed in light azure robes that clung to her curves, her long hair pulled into a loose braid. Her breasts bounced softly as she descended the stairs, her eyes fixed not on her husband... but on Zhao Wei.
She approached slowly, gaze drifting down Zhao Wei's bare chest, then lower.
Her lips curled.
"I've never seen a man so thoroughly defeated," she said, amusent dancing on her tongue. "And yet..."
She took another step forward.
"...you still seem like soone I want to fuck."
Lin Mu turned, stunned.
Zhao Wei blinked. "You... what?"
Xue Lan stepped closer to Zhao Wei, fingers grazing his exposed abdon. Her eyes dropped aningfully to the heavy bulge in his loose trousers.
She turned to Lin Mu.
"Strip," she commanded.
Lin Mu froze.
The air in the arena turned colder.
He glanced around—dozens of eyes were locked on him. Waiting. Watching.
"I—"
"Strip," she repeated, voice firr.
His hands hesitated at the belt. His fingers trembled.
"Xue Lan... here?" he said softly.
She arched a brow. "You've cleaned cum off my body in front of others. This is nothing. Now do it."
Slowly, reluctantly, Lin Mu undid his belt. The robe fell open, then slipped down his shoulders.
He stood there—naked. Exposed.
His cock stood erect—but pathetic. Thin. Short. Leaking. A tiny twitching thing nestled above smooth balls. There was no pride in it. No power. Just need and sha.
Then she gestured to Zhao Wei.
"Show him."
Zhao Wei hesitated only a second before undoing his belt.
His cock dropped free—thick as an arm, veiny and heavy, the head already swelling with blood. It hung eleven inches, dark and weighty between his thighs. The sheer mass of it gave it presence—it didn't just hang, it *commanded* space.
Gasps erupted from the onlookers.
A few female disciples clutched their chests. One of them moaned softly. Another whispered, "It's thicker than my wrist..."
One male disciple stamred, "He could kill soone with that."
Xue Lan's breath caught.
"Oh gods..." she whispered.
She stepped between them and looked from one cock to the other.
The difference was devastating.
Lin Mu's cock, barely five inches and pencil-thin, twitched uselessly. His balls were tight, high. His shaft curved slightly with a pathetic tremble. He looked like a child next to Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei's cock was veined, thick, *wide*—easily as wide as Lin Mu's forearm. The head flared and drooled precum. His balls hung low and full, heavier than Lin Mu's entire shaft.
So disciples openly laughed.
"Is that even the sa species?" soone muttered.
"He can't possibly compete," another said. "It's like a twig next to a tree trunk."
"Is that thing going inside Xue Lan?" a girl whispered. "It'll tear her apart..."
"I hope I get to watch," soone else added.
Xue Lan turned to Lin Mu.
"You defeated him in battle," she said softly, "but you'll never win where it counts."
Then she faced Zhao Wei.
"You're going to fuck ," she said. "I want to feel *all* of it. I want to see if I can still walk after."
Zhao Wei smirked.
"I won't hold back."
Xue Lan turned back to her husband.
"Go bathe ," she said. "Then prepare the oils. Tonight, you'll watch take sothing *real*."
Lin Mu gathered his robe slowly. His face burned.
And every disciple who saw him walk away did so knowing exactly how small he truly was.
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