Chapter 183 - 103: My Job Is the Countdown, Your Job Is Staying Down

Chapter 183: Chapter 103: My Job Is the Countdown, Your Job Is Staying Down

First, a beatdown. Second, a burn. Third, a dose of poison. Fourth, the finishing blow.

Skrrt!

This was definitely the best order for racking up points.

However, the list for Zhu Yan’s group only had three names. This was because that bastard was one of the two experts who had bullied Zhu Li.

Zhao Ci clearly saw Zhu Li grind her small, white teeth when she passed over that piece of paper.

He didn’t say anything, just ruffled her hair buns.

After writing the names, the few of them stepped down.

After that, no one else went up to write a name.

Zhao Yong smiled faintly. "Since there’s no one else, I’ll set the order!"

With that,

with a wave of his hand, he quickly arranged the match-ups.

As expected, the first five matches pitted five people from the Ninth Prince’s Mansion against Zhao Ci. The first to fight was the fiercest of them all, Feng Tianxi.

Their gauntlet strategy was identical to his own.

Just as Zhao Ci wanted Zhu Li to capitalize on a weakened opponent, they were desperate to capitalize on a weakened Zhao Ci.

Feng Tianxi went straight onto the stage, leading his wolf. He gave Zhao Ci a cupped-fist salute. "Tenth Prince! Please!"

The White-haired Wolf King was taller than a man, its gaze dark and cold, casting a repressive pall over the entire arena.

"Here we go!"

Zhao Ci leaped onto the stage, spear in hand. He planted it into the floorboards and returned the salute with a smile. "Please, enlighten me!"

Below the stage,

When Zhuge Xiao heard the sound, his eyes lit up. He sighed in admiration. "The sound of the spear entering the ground was crisp, but it was followed by a dull, heavy thud. The shaft must be a tungsten steel shell filled with lead. It must weigh over three hundred pounds, at least. His Highness’s physique is truly formidable!"

An uproar swept through the crowd at his words.

"Whoa! Over three hundred pounds?"

"My god! Can he even wield something that heavy?"

"To handle a spear that heavy with any agility, what kind of terrifying physique would you need?"

"That’s just insane!"

Even Zhao Yong and Zhu Yan couldn’t help but exchange a look. Although they had long suspected Zhao Ci’s spear was heavy, they never imagined it would be something as outrageous as over three hundred pounds.

’He must have already reached First-Grade Flesh Soul...’

Unbelievable!

No wonder he won over a dozen matches in a row yesterday.

Zhao Ci hadn’t expected Zhuge Xiao to have such a sharp eye. The corner of his own eye twitched. "Brother Zhuge, a spectator shouldn’t meddle in the game, right?"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!"

Zhuge Xiao apologized again and again.

Zhao Ci was getting a headache. "You really don’t have to say it that many times."

Zhuge Xiao gave an apologetic smile. "Mainly, I noticed there’s no rule in the Prince’s Mansion competition against spectators giving reminders, so I’m being despicable on purpose. I plan on being despicable three more times later, so I’m getting my apologies out of the way now."

Zhao Ci: "???"

This Zhuge Xiao.

’I originally thought he was an interesting guy.’

’Turns out he’s just a complete jerk!’

Muttering curses, he picked up his spear. "Brother Feng, let’s begin!"

Feng Tianxi didn’t dare to be careless. He and the wolf both assumed a defensive stance. According to the intel he had, Zhao Ci’s fighting style yesterday had been incredibly fierce, always taking the offensive.

’My Swordsmanship isn’t bad, but I still need to use the Wolf King’s body for cover. I have to be extremely cautious and not give Zhao Ci any openings.’

But unexpectedly,

Zhao Ci changed his aggressive style from the previous day, merely holding his spear and facing him in a silent standoff.

The scene remained at a stalemate for a long time.

The crowd below couldn’t help but start whispering among themselves.

"Who do you think will win this match?"

"The Tenth Prince’s three-hundred-plus-pound spear is certainly terrifying, but it might be a case of going too far. Xiang’s Spear Technique already consists of broad, sweeping movements. Adding so much weight to the spear... it would be unstoppable for mowing down cannon fodder on a battlefield, but against an expert, it’s practically suicide."

"But I remember he used this very spear to cripple Bao Longtao."

"Bao Longtao? Who the hell is that?"

"...Fair point."

"Let’s drop it. Even if the Tenth Prince can actually use Xiang’s Spear Technique with a three-hundred-plus-pound weapon, I still don’t think he’ll win."

"True! Feng Tianxi’s Swordsmanship is nothing to sneeze at, and that Wolf King is terrifyingly strong."

"Exactly! A few days ago, Feng Tianxi fought seventeen matches without a single loss. In fifteen of them, he didn’t even have to act himself. He just sent the wolf up to bite, and it was enough to force his opponents to surrender."

"The Tenth Prince is very strong. He might not have a problem suppressing the Wolf King one-on-one, but as soon as Feng Tianxi makes a move, it’ll be very difficult for the Tenth Prince to win."

Feng Tianxi waited for a long time, but Zhao Ci never made a move. He could see Zhao Ci’s opening stance, but couldn’t make heads or tails of it, so he decided to attack first.

The man and the wolf charged toward Zhao Ci, one after the other, providing cover for each other as they advanced.

A wolf howled.

The Wolf King leaped high into the air, pouncing at Zhao Ci. At the same time, Feng Tianxi’s sword struck at Zhao Ci’s lower body, trying to force him to bring his spear back to block and create an opening for the Wolf King.

But to his surprise, Zhao Ci showed no intention of defending at all.

The shaft of his spear swept directly toward the wolf’s belly, while the tip flicked downward to forcefully intercept Feng Tianxi’s sword technique.

He actually wielded the 385-pound spear with incredible agility.

A wolf’s weakness is its belly. The Wolf King, which had been aiming its claws at Zhao Ci’s shoulder, was forced to bring them back to block.

CLANG!

THUD!

The sounds were almost simultaneous.

The spear tip and shaft struck the sword’s blade and the wolf’s claws, respectively.

The two sides brushed past one another.

As they faced each other again, their gazes had turned grave.

Feng Tianxi rubbed his right hand, which was both sore and numb. ’Just the recoil from a three-hundred-plus-pound spear is almost unbearable. And that sweep and block—there were no fancy moves, but it showcased a freakishly high level of fundamental skill.’

’Without the Wolf King, I would be no match for him at all.’

Zhao Ci, too, watched the man and wolf opposite him with a good deal of wariness. ’This Wolf King’s body is quite strong. That claw strike had at least several hundred pounds of force behind it. Most importantly, the man and wolf are in perfect sync. It’ll be hard for me to get past the Wolf King to land a serious blow on him.’

’The human and beast are psychically linked. It’s different from the Tan Family Corpse Control Secret Method, which requires one person to multitask multiple threads. Beast Taming is like two CPUs operating in high-level synergy. This is what makes the Feng Family so terrifying. This guy is going to be tough to handle.’