Mike watched the thick spit slowly soak into the gray rice His stomach rumbled like distant thunder but the heat in his eyes cooled into seasoned cunning At a Route sixty six rest stop nobody learned faster than him how to handle a bully looking for trouble Li Gou thought it was pure humiliation

  To Mike it was a weapon being placed in his hands When Li Gou finally left with a winners smirk Mike did not touch the food He lifted his fingers to his lips and whistled the way he used to on a Texas ranch Big Mama lumbered over with a low snort

  She did not care about the extra seasoning She licked up every grain of that sour rice mixed with grit and spit in two hungry gulps Payback came faster than the brakes on an eighteen wheeler In less than half an hour the pig pen filled with nonstop diarrhea sounds

  The foul smell surged so hard it drowned even the usual stench of manure It drifted straight up to the elders compound halfway up the mountain Elder Xuanji arrived with his nose pinched and his face dark He saw the filth everywhere and Big Mama still spraying without mercy

  Rage flashed through him on the spot Li Gou tried to explain but he had no words that could save him These spirit pigs were precious and letting them eat anything unclean was a serious crime So on the eve of the life and death wager this proud Taiji Sect disciple had to strip off his robe

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  He shoveled knee deep pig filth for two full days and two full nights With every scoop his hatred for that foreign man deepened another notch The three day deadline vanished in a blink At the sound of the morning bell two enforcement disciples dragged Mike like a dead dog to the Trial Sword Platform

  The training field was packed with onlookers Everyone wanted to watch the outsider get carved up and made an example Elder Xuanji sat high on the platform with a look of contempt He casually tossed something down

  A rotten deadwood sword pocked with worm holes landed at Mikes feet Then Li Gou jumped onto the ring with murder in his eyes He had washed but the pig pen stink still clung to him like a curse In his hand he held a fine steel sword that gleamed with cold light

  Its edge had been smeared with a thick layer of white stone powder Elder Xuanji announced the rules with ice in his voice If the sword edge brushed Mike and left a single white mark it counted as one loss If Mike collected ten white marks he would be beheaded on the spot

  Li Gou rolled his wrist and flicked his sword White powder shook loose and drifted down His grin made the promise clear He would not let Mike die quickly He would paint those ten death marks slowly like a cat playing with a mouse

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