C42 Part1

Translated by An Edited by An

“Wham!” Shen YuanLiang was smashed to the ground with a loud sound.

“Crack–” The ground of the arena couldn’t bear the continuous momentum of Shen YuanLiang’s huge body crashing into it. Under his back, cracks gradually appeared which spread outwards like a spider web and finally, the floor shattered into small pieces.

The people in the audience cried out either in surprise or in alarm but in Shen YuanLiang’s ears, those noises were all remote and vague.

As Zheng Shou’s tall and sturdy figure moved towards him leisurely as if he was out on a stroll, Shen YuanLiang tried to move his four limbs in a fruitless struggle to get up. The bones of his whole body were crushed, so it was impossible for him to even move.

Even though he knew that he’d be defeated, he didn’t think he would cut such a sorry figure.

Is this the difference between the male beasts of Tier 2 and Tier 3? Even if he was the best in Tier 2, in front of Zheng Shou, a Tier 3 male, he did not pose even a little bit of risk.

“Shen YuanLiang, are you alright?” Zheng Shou put a palm on his knees to support his body and used his bear paw to poke one of Shen YuanLiang’s upper limbs.

During the course of the match, Zheng Shou had a favorable impression of Shen YuanLiang, the brown bear. After all, they were of the same race. But when it came to fighting, he would never show mercy.

“…I’m alright… Won’t be disabled…” Shen YuanLiang raised the corner of his mouth: “The match is over, I admit defeat. The nameplate of 43r001 belongs to you now.”

After uttering these words, he returned to his human form, with blood and foam slowly overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Shou also turned back into his human form and picked up the nameplate on his opponent’s chest. Then, he threw it into the air and the nameplate turned over in the air a few times before falling into his palm.

He held it between his index finger and middle finger and raised it in the direction of Yang QiQi, who was present in the viewing platform, with a bright smile resembling a flower.

Yang QiQi reluctantly showed him a smile. In her heart, she couldn’t help but ridicule: Can you, as a male at Tier 3 who defeated a male at Tier 2, not show such a sense of accomplishment ah?! This feels the same as witnessing a junior high school student defeating an elementary school student. You are obviously the one who is bullying others, so why don’t you keep a low profile? Tch! This Sister feels embarrassed to call you are her male!

“Ohohoho…” HallMaster Mu YouZhi, who was sitting in front of Yang QiQi, turned around to see her and laughed somewhat exaggeratedly: “Sure enough, there is no doubt ah. Although Zheng Shou is not as well-known as Nian JiMo, his strength is not worse than him. Female Warrior QiQi has a good insight.”

“Hehehe…” A shiver ran down Yang QiQi’s back: If you truly consider a match between a Tier 3 and a Tier 2 to be full of tension, then the males at Tier 3 are really frail. On another note, did Mu YouZhi learn this type of exaggerated laughter from Luo Chong? Or did Luo Chong learn it from Mu YouZhi?

The proposal of this match was put forward by Zheng Shou and Nian JiMo after they arrived in the Ladies’ Combat Court of this Green-Ranked Saintess Hall just two days ago. According to common sense, there would never be a Tier 3 expert willing to challenge an attendant of the Green Rank Saintess Hall who was weaker than him. However, no one could compare to these two when it came to being unpredictable. Therefore, this battle was a marvel worth witnessing.

The challenge for the position of an attendant was open to the public. As long as someone wanted to watch, all the members of the Saintess Hall, whether it was a female or male, could come and enjoy the match if they had time on their hands. Even the Nursery Hall which was usually located just beside the Saintess Hall, could organize a group of male cubs to come over and observe the battles. Therefore, the viewing platform of the arena was divided into left and right zones with the entrance serving as the line dividing them. The seats on the left side belonged to the people of the Saintess Church while the seats on the right belonged to the Nursery Hall. As for the big private booth above the entrance, only the HallMaster, the Dean, the top three experts of the two Halls, and the nineteen Female Warriors were qualified to enter it.

Although all of the other eighteen Female Warriors were present in the court, the seats near Yang QiQi were all empty. It was as if they had already discussed it beforehand. Currently, these females divided themselves into small groups of twos or threes and were talking in low voices. Sometimes they glanced or even pointed at Yang QiQi. The atmosphere wasn’t friendly.

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