Chapter 382 - : You’re Blocking The Way (3)
Chapter 382: You’re Blocking The Way (3)
“Damn it. What move is this? Let go of me quickly!” the middle-aged man roared in anger. He tried his best to break free from the black mystic power binding him, but he couldn’t break free at all…
“You’ve been jumping around for long enough. It’s time to calm down,” Freak said lightly. Then he used his favorite fist attack again. He clenched his fist tightly and hit the middle-aged man…
Soon, the middle-aged man was beaten into a bloody person. Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded when they saw Freak’s violent means. They were all mystics, so they knew very well that no mystics would give up on using mystics skills and use physical attacks in melee. Uh! This was absolutely not the thinking of a normal mystic. At this moment, Freak had been gloriously included in their abnormal range.
Time passed slowly…
Freak was also a little tired from fighting, so he sat down on the arena and said, “I’m tired. I’ll rest before I continue fighting.”
Not far away, the referee couldn’t help rolling his eyes. He had been in the Mystic Association Headquarters for many years, but he had never seen anyone resting during a match. Moreover, he had to continue beating his opponent up after resting. Alas! What’s going on!
“Referee, he fainted. What should I do?” Freak looked at the referee with an innocent look in his eyes!
“You won,” the referee announced loudly as he looked at the bloodied and defenseless figure lying on the arena. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Damn! This man is really too violent. Freak had already left a deep impression of being a violent man in his heart.
There were two ways to determine the winner of a match. One was for the opponent to admit defeat voluntarily, and the other was for the opponent to not have any ability to fight back. Of course, there was a time limit for this, and it had to be more than ten minutes. Simply put, the opponent had to be down for more than ten minutes. Otherwise, as long as he could still stand, the end of the match couldn’t be determined. The unlucky man was obviously defeated through the second method.
“Xue’er, I won.” Freak hugged Leng Ruoxue happily after returning to his seat.
“Yes, you did well,” Leng Ruoxue praised generously. She glanced at Sun Meilin and smiled slightly.
“What’s there to be so smug about? There are still two matches!” Sun Meilin roared furiously.
Leng Ruoxue looked at Leng Qingtian and the others beside her and asked lightly, “Am I being smug?”
“No!” everyone said in unison, infuriating Sun Meilin.
“You… Hmph! I’ll let you be smug for a while. The one who laughs last is the winner,” Sun Meilin said stubbornly. Then she turned her head to the side and ignored Leng Ruoxue and the others.
Leng Ruoxue and the others naturally ignored her.
“Why didn’t you use mystic skills?” Lan Ming asked curiously. Ye Chen’s method shocked him. Uh! It was really too violent.
“I used them! Didn’t you see?” Freak blinked, his expression very innocent.
“I mean later on. Why did you use your fists?” Lan Ming rolled his eyes at Freak. He had a deep understanding of Leng Ruoxue and the others’ ability to pretend to be stupid.
“I want to preserve my strength! Aren’t there still many rounds later? I don’t want to expose myself too early,” Freak said matter-of-factly.
“Oh!” Lan Ming nodded slightly. Freak’s words were quite reasonable.
The competition continued. Some were happy, while others were sad. But it couldn’t stop the competition from advancing!
When the first round of the competition was about to end, it was finally Leng Qingtian’s turn to go on stage.
Leng Qingtian nodded at everyone and walked onto the arena with his head held high.
His opponent was a young and beautiful woman. Moreover, her strength was on par with his, and she was also an Elementary Mystic. But this woman kept looking at him seductively as soon as he came up, making him very disgusted.
On the arena…
The young woman smiled seductively and said softly, “Please show mercy!”
“You talk too much. Let’s begin. Stop wasting time,” Leng Qingtian said coldly.
“You really don’t know how to be protective of the fairer sex,” the young woman said resentfully. She had always been very confident in her appearance, but she didn’t expect to kick an iron plate today, making her feel very embarrassed.
“You talk too much nonsense!” Leng Qingtian said impatiently and took the lead to attack…
In the audience…
Old Man was laughing so hard in his seat that he was about to cry…
“Haha! Brat Leng actually encountered a honey trap. What a pity! That woman’s efforts were in vain,” Old Man said with a smile. How was Leng Qingtian someone who knew how to be protective of the fairer sex! Using a honey trap on him was equivalent to playing the lute to a cow! Hehe, moreover, that fellow hated such scheming but self-righteous women the most!
“Little Lan Lan, is this woman very strong?” Leng Ruoxue asked curiously while looking at Lan Ming.
Lan Ming sighed softly and explained, “Her name is Yan Shu’er, and she is the fifth-ranked beauty on the Boundless Heaven Continent. Her strength is on par with your grandfather’s. But she has many means to deal with men. Many powerhouses have knelt under her skirt and obeyed her orders.”
“Do you think she can seduce my grandfather with that bit of beauty? She’s not even as good-looking as my maidservant!” Leng Ruoxue said disdainfully. It was said that beauty was a woman’s greatest weapon, and she couldn’t care less if it was used on others, but using it on her grandfather wasn’t something she could tolerate.
“Little Snowy, Yan Shu’er has many powerhouses by her side,” Lan Ming couldn’t help reminding her. What he implied was that she shouldn’t provoke her. Unfortunately, how could Leng Ruoxue do as he wished? Would someone who didn’t even care about the little princess of the Sun family be afraid of Yan Shu’er?
“If she doesn’t provoke me, I naturally won’t take the initiative to cause trouble,” Leng Ruoxue said lightly.
While the two of them were talking, Leng Qingtian had already defeated his opponent cleanly on the arena. It was the first time Yan Shu’er had been carried off the stage.