Chapter 3 – Beast Spirit World (2/2)

Zou Liang was stupefied looking at his opponents broadsword and shield. If Zou Liang had sweat, it would be pouring like a waterfall paired with his trembling hands.

Looking at himself, he had the stature of a normal person, no weapon, no beast transformation, he had nothing, just like a n***d person.

These kind of people were food for the Beast Spirit world, ones to be taken advantage of. Normally one would have made some preparations before deciding to enter the Beast Spirit World. Every so often there would be people who would enter to experience what it was like in the Beast Spirit World. However, there were always unique people like Ya Se who are famous in the newbie ring. No one cared about his name and bestowed him with a nickname, one which everyone could recognize — waste.

Even if one beat him, one wouldn’t obtain much Beast Spirit, however to newbies winning a round and obtaining a bit of Beast Spirit was already a remarkable reward.

When a beastman enters the Beast Spirit World one is separated based on their strength, like those people who are weaker are sent off to the side.

The arenas nearby also had quite a number of people, except that their eyes were relaxed, the arenas were filled with various species of beastmen, of course they all had one or two weapons or were in the early stages of their beast transformation.

“Young Master Suo Luo Si (Suǒ Luó Sī), this rascal is too weak for you to show your strength, but having a round of casual exercise in preparation is good as well.”

A Fu Ke Si Fox tribe plain grade beastman counseled. This person seemed to be a house steward or a bodyguard, as the tiger tribe often hired attendants from the fox tribe.

“Hehe, Gu Ke (Gǔ Kè), that’s not a bad suggestion, let’s not use my weapon then.” then proceeded to stab his broad sword into the ground, observing Zou Liang’s trembling body whilst fiddling with his broadsword.

“Waste, I’ll give you one chance to attack!” Suo Luo Si volunteered as he mockingly laughed and raised his large shield.

Fight? Zou Liang as a child has mingled with these sort of things; he had a few hobbies like Tai Ji 1, Judo and such. These were all just to join the fun and have a taste of martial arts, compared to these kinds of battles that could result in life or death there were some differences. (TL: Some…. Just some….)

Zou Liang knew from Ya Se’s memory that the pain felt in battle was similar to reality, being killed would cause you to be kicked out of the Beast Spirit World. However the pain would definitely not be easily bearable, the merged memories caused Zou Liang’s fear to multiply.

He was terrified. However, his body was ever so slightly excited. Perhaps it was Ya Se’s remnants that still longed for battle, tireless, obvious to life and death.

Zou Liang didn’t understand, he couldn’t win, but even if he did win what would he do?

Suo Luo Si was not pleased with being neglected when versing the Waste one can’t just simply win. One must torture and abuse him, so they were not looked down upon by others.

Since winning against the Waste is something that anyone could do, that’s why how someone wins is important.

Zou Liang knew that he had to fight no matter what. When one steps onto the arena one must fight or else it would be disrespectful to the Beast God and in this world to be disrespectful to the Beast God had but one road: death.

He shut eyes, lowered his head, gritted his teeth and charged. This caused the entire arena to be stupefied.

Followed by laughter that shook the heavens and pierced the earth: What would you call this?

Pig heads charge?

Suo Luo Si knew that this rascal was stupid, but not stupid to this degree. Zou Liang proceeded to ram into the erected shield. A hong reverberated throughout the arena…

Short for Tai Ji Quan