Chapter 292: Imperial Martial Tournament – Part 11 (2/2)
But then, something interesting happened.
The little girl, Wang Diaochan, used some sort of hex or charm curse at her opponent while she attacked with a dark whip. After charming him, her opponent bent his buttock and allowed himself to be humiliated.
The fight turned into a live S&M show with the unknown young master getting whipped.
Seeing the renowned beauty torturing her foe, Ma Moxi whispered Miaomiao, ”Do you still want to smash her, boss? Apparently, this loli Diaochan is an S.”
”I'm not into a legit loli. I'll pass.”
”Then, do you think our ”Lu Bu” will bang her and kill Dong Zhongying as in the history?”
”Nah. Since [Ma Chao] and [Cao Cao] can be friends, anything is possible in this world. I bet that girl is just an eye candy since her fighting style is still clumsy.”
”Right.”
In Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Ma Chao and Cao Cao were sworn enemies. However, the trend was different in this world.
Ma Moxi role-played as Ma Chao, while Miaomiao was misunderstood to be Cao Cao's counterpart. They had a weird master-subordinate relationship, but they maintained the current status quo, unperturbed by the fact that their counterparts tried to kill each other.
Meanwhile, Lu Fengxian, aka Lu Bu in question, was paying attention to Diaochan.
”That fighting style resembles a succubus, but it's different,” Lu Fengxian frowned while he glanced at the four succubi behind Luo Cheng. The girls were as usual, trembling in fear of being humiliated by the group of nascent soul cultivator's friends.
Luo Cheng glared at Lu Fengxian, warning him, ”Don't even think about it, brat. I won't let you touch these girls.”
Lu Fengxian shrugged and snorted, ”As if they're worthy to be my dao companion. Also, I'm not into sluts.”
”…”
Luo Song, who had been hiding behind Luo Cheng's back until now, was offended when she was called a slut.
Unlike the other three girls who had experience in sex, Luo Song was still a virgin maiden who had been protecting her purity. Being called a slut was a humiliating insult.
”Take that back or I'll kill you!”
Lu Fengxian laughed, ”Oh, how cute. Okay, it seems that my mouth gets ahead of me. I'll change your title from [Slut] to [Whore]. How's that sound?”
”You!!”
Luo Song glared at Lu Fengxian and circulated her yin essence and water element Qi. The box seat glasses and the wall were suddenly covered in glacial while the floor was wet.
Fortunately, Luo Cheng was there. He pulled back the little girl and glared at Lu Fengxian, ”If you guys want to fight, do it outside.”
Lu Fengxian sneered, ”How about you let her join the tournament, so I and your kid can have a bout properly?”
”Suit yourself. Don't blame me if you get killed for being cocky!”
”Fine by me!”
Luo Cheng transmitted his voice to Dong Zhongying and Li Wenyou's mind, telling them to register his daughter in this tournament.
Miaomiao and his gang looked back and frowned at Lu Fengxian and Luo Song, wondering what they were doing by messing the room.
Yet, upon seeing that they were ready to start a fight on their own, the group glanced at each other and shrugged. They turned around to watch the tournament as if this conflict was none of their business. Even Ju Shoufen rolled her eyes and ignored them.
Miaomiao wasn't in a hurry to interfere with Lu Fengxian's destiny now. On the contrary, he planned to ride on his tailcoat, using him as a bus to carry his family to a greater height.
'Do what you gotta do, Ding Bu, Lu Bu, or whatever your name is. I'll invest in you while I'm searching for Liu Bian. Once you're successful, be sure to reward me!'
…
By late afternoon, it was Lu Fengxian's turn to fight someone. He went out and warmed up in the ring in advance.
However, Li Wenyou came out and made an urgent announcement, interrupting the match.
”Due to unforeseen circumstances, Lu Fengxian's opponent has forfeited.”
The crowd booed as everybody here wanted to see Ding Bu getting pummeled by other young masters. Most of them hated him, thinking that he was using the connection with Jia Shan and others to intimidate his opponent into submission.
Li Wenyou read their thought. He smiled and introduced the new contestant.
”Since young master Hu has given up abruptly, it will look bad on our part. Therefore, let me introduce you to a new fighter!”
Li Wenyou pointed at the VIP box room, where Miaomiao and others were using.
After being signaled, Luo Song exited the room and leaped to the arena. She stood before Lu Fengxian, glaring at him with resentment.
”This girl is Luo Song, the legacy disciple of Xu Lanying! Despite being only 15, she's already a 5th-stage cultivator! Unfortunately, she picked the wrong side and joined forces with demons. This is really the loss of humanity.”
Li Wenyou mocked Luo Song while he was introducing her to the crowd, but Luo Song ignored him. The virgin 5th-stage succubus brought out a giant sky-grade hammer, getting to her battle stance.
Li Wenyou hadn't finished arousing the crowd. As he also received the bribe from Ding Tong and other victims in the previous qualifier round, Li Wenyou rigged the match.
He declared a new rule.
”Also, this match will be special! Since this match's contestant is one of the demon prisoners, we don't have to follow the rule of no-killing. Therefore, MURDERING YOUR OPPONENT DURING THE MATCH IS ALLOWED!!”
Ding Tong's friends and many Ding Bu's haters jumped in joy. They cheered and laughed at Lu Fengxian, who was merely a 3rd-stage cultivator.
No one believed that he would have a chance against a 5th-stage demoness!
The crowd was in an uproar, and the betting bookmakers were busy. Everyone put their money on Luo Song, thinking that they would earn easy bucks from this matchup. Even Ding Yuan placed a bet on Luo Song, expecting his youngest son to die or be crippled in this fight.
…
Meanwhile, Miaomiao and Ma Moxi invited a betting house representative to discuss this match.
”You've been declining my wager every time. Will you accept my bet if I place my money on Ding Bu?”
The skinny middle-aged man trembled as an essence core was too much for him. He got cold feet as he wouldn't be able to pay Miaomiao if the latter were to win.
Still, the current matchup was in favor of Luo Song. The current odds were 200 to 1.
”The betting limit is 1,000 refined stones per person per match, sir. Are you alright with that?”
Miaomiao rolled his eyes, ”Again? Fine. Place 1,000 refined stones on Ding Bu.”
”I'm placing my bet on Ding Bu, too! 1,000 for me!” Ma Moxi also wanted to catch the train.
Ju Shoufen glanced at the two freaks and joined in, ”1,000 on Ding Bu.”
The bookmaker sweated, ”The rate will change a bit after you've placed your bet. Is that okay?”
”We don't care. Just bet on him.”
”Alright,” The representative took the refined stones and rushed to the book their bet.
A minute later, the publicized odds changed from 200:1 to 100:1. The prize was decreased by half.
Luo Cheng and other succubi glared at Miaomiao's party since they underestimated Luo Song. Still, they were looking forward to seeing these people losing money.
”You guys are making a big mistake. You're wasting money, Mao Miaomiao,” Luo Cheng scoffed.
”I wonder about that.”
”We'll see.”