Chapter 172 - 100: Zhao Ci: Lao Mo, Listen Up, the Demon Monarch Is Just a Bastard

Chapter 172: Chapter 100: Zhao Ci: Lao Mo, Listen Up, the Demon Monarch Is Just a Bastard

Feng Kucha: "..."

Zhu Li: "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."

’The boss is so damn cool today,’ she thought.

One punch fell after another.

Screams of pain rang out one after another.

Finally, Zhao Ci stopped his pummelling right hand and removed his left from Gongshu Cuo’s mouth.

Gongshu Cuo lay on the ground, staring at the sky with a dazed look, groaning pitifully.

The True Qi in his body was now almost completely scattered, and his meridians felt like a riverbed that had been trampled by a herd of elephants all day.

Water could still flow, but the current was no longer under control.

"HISS..."

The crowd was stunned. Gongshu Cuo’s condition seemed far worse than Tan Yu’s.

Tan Yu could recover completely after a night of rest.

For Gongshu Cuo to recover in one night, he would have to take some pills.

Moreover, Tan Yu had no external injuries. While Gongshu Cuo hadn’t suffered any truly severe internal damage, his body was a miserable sight to behold.

He looked like a goddamn puffed-up steamed bun.

Zhao Ci stood his ground, looking at the groaning Gongshu Cuo on the floor with an expression of reverence. "Brother Gongshu is truly a dragon among men. The battle was so difficult, yet you didn’t say a single word of surrender. Though you were defeated, you displayed the bearing of a true champion. In contrast, I, who won by a fluke, only exposed my various shortcomings."

The crowd: "HISS..."

’He *wanted* to surrender!’

’Did you even give him a chance?’

’Tenth Prince...’

’Have some shame!’

Zhao Ci paid no mind to these looks of "admiration." He simply waved for the servants to carry Gongshu Cuo away, then unhurriedly pulled a list from his robes. "Let’s welcome the next victim."

The crowd: "..."

Originally, they thought that coming to the Tenth Prince’s Mansion this time was going to be a cruel scene, like a bunch of guys pooling their money to visit a brothel.

But as it turned out, they were just a sequence of sacrifices lining up to be slaughtered.

Zhao Ci was the absolute beast who could take on the entire brothel by himself.

Who could possibly survive this list of victims?

And so, a dozen or so matches went by, all of them ending with Zhao Ci crushing his opponent.

They were all considered geniuses in their respective families and always felt they had a glimmer of hope. But more often than not, soon after the match began, they realized they had none.

Anyone who even tried to open their mouth to surrender would inevitably have it covered by Zhao Ci’s hand before getting a savage beating.

Conversely, those who went all out from start to finish managed to leave the stage with a bit more dignity, like Tan Yu.

Zhao Ci suppressed the urge to grin the entire time.

’Are you kidding me?’

’I just survived a 1-vs-99 battle royale.’

’This gauntlet-style battle is just too easy.’

Besides, aside from Tan Yu, Gongshu Cuo, and that Zhu Ye from the Zhu Clan, there really weren’t any other top-tier experts here today.

「The sun began to set.」

The gauntlet of battles finally reached its last match.

Zhao Ci wiped the sweat from his brow. "Seems like there’s only one left. Oh, dear! My True Qi is all used up!"

The final challenger didn’t hear a single word. His butt was practically welded to his seat, showing no intention of getting on stage. He just shouted, "Your Highness’s valor is truly admirable! I am unwilling to take advantage of your predicament. I forfeit!"

Zhao Ci: "..."

’Is your family business gold-leafing or something? How can you be so good at making yourself look good?’

He was a little displeased.

He hated dealing with these spineless types who would just dodge a fight to save their strength for the next challenge and its points.

But there was nothing he could do. It was allowed by the rules.

Besides, Zhao Ci was completely exhausted. He had been riding hard for a day and a night, then fought over a dozen consecutive battles. Even with a First-Grade Flesh Soul, he was starting to feel the strain, his vision blacking out in waves.

So he smiled and waved his hand. "Since that’s the case, let’s move on to the next match! Next up, Tan Yu versus Feng Kucha!"

Tan Yu: "..."

He glanced back at the three Corpse Puppets behind him and tried to command them with his True Qi, but they remained as still as death, completely unresponsive.

Forget commanding them with True Qi; even circulating it within his own body was painfully sluggish.

But thankfully, his opponent was Feng Kucha, and his own body hadn’t sustained much external damage.

And it was a Feng Kucha whose shit-dipped mop had been banned.

He gritted his teeth, picked up the Dull Sword he had prepared specifically for this, and stepped onto the high platform.

「On the other side.」

Zhao Ci patted Feng Kucha’s shoulder. "Old Feng, go get ’em!"

"Hiss..."

Feng Kucha grimaced as if he had a toothache. "This Tan Yu... if you’d beaten him up a little more, my chances of winning would be much better."

Zhao Ci grinned. "If I’d beaten him until he couldn’t move, he would have had a legitimate reason to delay the challenge. Don’t be fooled by how miserable some of them looked; their mobility wasn’t actually affected that much."

"Fine!"

Feng Kucha was exasperated but knew Zhao Ci had a point. Their strategy against Zhu Li a couple of days ago had been the same: the first strong challenger would wear her down but would absolutely not incapacitate her for the next fight.

He gritted his teeth and stood up. "I’ll do my best!"

With that, he picked up his dull blade and went up.

After they announced their names and allegiances, he raised his blade and charged toward Tan Yu.

Zhao Ci watched from below, slightly surprised. ’Brother Kucha’s blade technique is actually quite commendable,’ he thought. ’He’s not that far behind those geniuses. That’s definitely not something you can master overnight.’

’Dammit!’

’I thought we agreed to be useless together.’

’You’ve been studying on the sly, haven’t you?’

’Good thing I have cheats. I studied way more.’

For a time, the fight on the stage was a back-and-forth affair.

Tan Yu’s Corpse Control methods had been disabled, and his True Qi was terribly sluggish. But the guy’s physical condition was excellent—if Zhao Ci wasn’t mistaken, he had a Third-Grade Flesh Soul, and his Sword Technique was quite impressive.

Even though Feng Kucha had the advantage in True Qi, Tan Yu was still able to faintly suppress him.

「A quarter of an hour later.」

Feng Kucha’s center was left wide open, and he was sent flying off the stage with a kick.

Tan Yu coughed violently a few times, his face a little pale. "Thank you for the match!"

"Brother Tan’s Sword Technique is amazing!"

Feng Kucha scratched his head in frustration and sat down next to Zhao Ci. "If my mop hadn’t been banned, I would’ve won that one!"

Tan Yu: "..."