Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
The Blonde Contestant's face was twisted with rage as she charged toward Bu.
Bu rolled her eyes and leisurely tied the Alchemical Ropes around her wrists, teasingly addressing the approaching Blonde Contestant, "Are you sure you can skin me alive?"
"You little brat, I'm absolutely certain! Take this!" Seeing Bu's nonchalant demeanor, the Blonde Contestant became furious and swung her staff at Bu with great force, slicing through the air with a whoosh.
The shadow of the staff rushed toward her, but Bu didn't even blink. She raised her hand as if swatting a fly.
With a loud "bang," the staff was easily caught in Bu Qing's grasp.
Holding just one end of the staff, Bu's arm remained completely still, as solid as steel.
Realizing her attack had failed and that her weapon had been firmly seized by Bu, the Blonde Contestant was taken aback. She quickly yanked hard on the staff, trying to pull it back.
"No way, you can't pull it back with just one hand." The Blonde Contestant's face turned red with frustration. Gritting her teeth, she decided to use both hands on the front of the staff and pulled with all her might.
Despite using all her strength, the Blonde Contestant still couldn't retrieve her staff. Now she understood that Bu was deliberately toying with her.
"Give me back my staff!" she shouted, tugging at it with both hands.
"I'm not holding your staff," Bu replied innocently while still gripping the weapon.
"Don't lie! That's my staff you're holding!" The Blonde Contestant was infuriated; how could someone be so shameless?
"Oh, is this your staff? I thought it was that other one." Bu feigned realization but didn't loosen her grip. Her gaze wandered to the Blonde Contestant's pants with a mischievous grin.
"You... how dare you! I'm going to fight you now!" Provoked by Bu's taunts, the Blonde Contestant trembled with anger and decided to charge at Bu empty-handed, ready to fight desperately.
"Ah, no, no, no! You can't win against me!" Bu withdrew the staff and waved her hands in front of the charging blonde.
The Blonde Contestant bared her teeth and growled, "I'll fight..."
With a loud bang, the conversation abruptly stopped.
The unfortunate fellow was struck on the head by a suddenly flying stick and fell flat on the ground.
"You... Huang, how can I be good to you? I just wanted to return your stick. You actually got so worked up that you took it to the head. When it comes to this kind of skill, I'm no match for you. Impressive, impressive."
Bu took advantage of the situation while pretending to be innocent, shaking his head in admiration as he walked over to the Blonde Contestant and untied the two Alchemical Ropes from her wrist, putting them on his own.
"Back... back wall..." Huang mumbled incoherently.
"What?" Bu looked a bit puzzled.
"Back... baby. Despicable." Huang was clearer this time.
"Oh." Bu understood now. He stood up and kicked Huang hard in the rear, causing him to scream in agony and convulse.
After Huang's backside had swollen significantly, Bu felt embarrassed to continue kicking. He stepped on it and left amidst a pig-like wail.
Time passed quickly as Bu charged around the arena, looking for anyone he disliked to slap across the face.
"Big brother, I was wrong, please stop hitting me." A contestant cried with snot and tears streaming down his face.
"What did you do wrong?" Bu Kuang said as he slapped him a few more times, speaking fiercely.
After several slaps, the contestant was dazed, completely confused from the blows, his eyes shining like stars, and he mumbled incoherently: "I messed up; I shouldn't have come at you."
"Damn it, you're bold enough to talk back. If I don't knock some sense into you today..."
Bu was astonished; this fellow really had a tough spirit. He thought he had softened up but instead started talking tough again. Without hesitation, both of Bu's hands went into action as he unleashed a flurry of slaps that echoed continuously.
The poor contestant stood next to Slap Master, silently bleeding tears in his heart: "Brother, my dear brother! How can I dare to talk tough now? You're really putting me through hell; even begging for mercy feels like I'm being tough. What kind of tyranny is this?"
Bu continuously slapped him over a dozen times, and despite trying to lessen the force of his strikes, the contestant's fate was still tragic.
His entire face was swollen and purple, his cheeks puffed up high, resembling a combination of Beng Bo Er Ba and Baporben from Journey to the West.
By the end, seeing the Fellow's pitiful appearance, Bu found it hard to continue.
"Alright, I'll let you go. You seem like a man with some backbone," Bu said as he loosened the opponent's collar and snatched away his only Alchemical Rope, smacking his lips.
The contestant, now resembling Baporben, lay on the ground lamenting: "Brother, meeting you makes it impossible for me to stand firm. A man? Have you ever seen a man in such a miserable state?"
At this point, Bu had already tied thirty-four Alchemical Ropes around his wrist, with only a few minutes left in the competition. Unless something unexpected happened, the number of Alchemical Ropes he had was enough to secure victory.
After all, with a thousand people competing for hundreds of Alchemical Ropes, even if half were directly eliminated, the remaining few hundred would average about one rope each. Having over thirty ropes like Bu was far beyond what other contestants had.
Many spectators had already inquired about Bu's information and learned that he was named Brent, representing the Aldra Family in the Qualification Challenge.
Given Bu's performance in the Qualification Challenge, it was hard not to attract attention; he was practically a shining dark horse.
This Fellow was extremely arrogant and treated the Qualification Challenge like child's play.
It was as if a bandit had entered a village, rampaging everywhere; anyone who crossed his path would be met with a flurry of punches and kicks, leaving no chance for others to resist.
Thinking of teaming up against him? Sure, he'd just turn and run without showing any signs of being a strong contender, yet his Speed was astonishingly fast.
Before a group could surround him, he would vanish without a trace. And just when they retreated, this vengeful Fellow would chase after anyone who was alone, attacking them and particularly enjoying hitting faces.
How could anyone endure this? In the second round of the Qualification Challenge, any strong contender who had provoked him ended up being turned into a pig's head by Slap Master.
After being beaten to a pulp, Robin snatched all the Alchemical Ropes and wailed as he directly forfeited.
Now, all the participants in the second round of the Qualification Challenge saw Bu rushing over energetically from a distance. He simply did not resist, took a slap, and handed over his Alchemical Ropes to save his life.
This was the experience summarized by the predecessors who had been beaten badly before: the more you jump around, the harder he hits.
Some even saw that Bu had set himself as a target and directly covered their heads with their hands to forfeit. Before leaving, they even flaunted their Alchemical Ropes mockingly at him.
Warren Earl was laughing heartily; the number of nobles visiting him just now was more than in the past few years combined. They came to congratulate him, making Warren Earl's face stiffen with forced smiles. If he hadn't finally ordered not to receive guests, there would probably still be people coming to visit.
Wendy blushed, her big eyes constantly watching Bu, her joy and affection almost melting anyone who looked at her.
Bill wore a face full of jealousy and resentment. He looked at Bu with a venomous gaze, even harboring hatred towards Wendy, believing it was his sister who brought Bu into their home that caused their father to revoke his Qualification Challenge participation rights. Otherwise, it would be him shining on the field instead of Bu.
The many spectators on the Viewing Platform were completely focused on Bu. Although many of them gritted their teeth in hatred, they couldn't help but fixate on every move he made.
Bu had become famous—very famous. Many noble ladies compared him to Reynold without hiding their eager gazes, staring at Bu as if they wanted to swallow him whole.
However, this fame also brought many negative consequences. Bu had slapped so many faces in the Qualification Challenge; it wasn't just a slap to the participants' faces but also a loud slap to the forces behind those participants.
In front of so many onlookers, numerous Major Forces had lost all face.
The Major Forces that had been humiliated were furious and had already sent people to investigate everything about Bu.
If it weren't for the support of the Aldra Family, it would have been very difficult for Bu to leave the Gladiatorial Arena alive today.
As for all this, Bu was completely unaware.
Carefree and untroubled, Bu didn't care about any of this. Even if he knew it would offend people, he would probably still act recklessly and even become more arrogant.
He has the backing of the Aldra Family, so if he falls, there will be someone tall to support him.
If he could make that detestable Warren Earl flustered for a while, it would be exactly what Bu would like to see. As the instigator, he would probably only gloat behind the scenes.
Calculating the time in his mind, Bu knew that the Qualification Challenge was about to end. He glanced at his Experience, which was only 1680 points. He still needed more than half of the 4000 points required for leveling up, so it seemed his hopes of leveling up were dashed.
Previously, he had killed over a dozen participants, most of whom were low-level Level 1, each contributing 0 points of Experience. Additionally, three participants were of Low-Level strength, contributing a total of 60 points of Experience.
Along with the more than ten Alchemical Puppets he had defeated, five of which were Low-Level, the rest were all low-level Level 1.
Perhaps due to Bu's strength reaching Low-Level, the Experience gained from killing low-level Level 1 beings had dropped from 10 points to 0.
The Experience contributed by Low-Level strong opponents was now only 10 points. This decrease in Experience gain would slow down his future leveling speed.
As Bu's strength increased, the speed of leveling up would also slow down. Perhaps once he reached High-Level strength, killing other Low-Level beings would yield no Experience at all.
Looking at the scattered Alchemical Puppets in the arena, Bu did not hesitate and chose the one closest to him, swiftly making his way toward it.
Currently, there were still over two hundred participants left in the arena, making it a time of scarcity. Each of these Alchemical Puppets was highly sought after, attracting many participants to approach them.
Comment 0 Comment Count