Chapter 292 - Blood Croc Army (2/2)
Funnily enough, she was right!
Luo Yunhai begged to differ however. Zhuo Fan had no problem dealing with a bunch of men charging over, but as for spiritual beasts…
In the face of the ravenous flood, Zhuo Fan looked like a dinghy floating about, ready to tip at any jolt.
However, this dinghy was quite calm, and smiling, “Young master Huangpu, who knew you can tame beasts.”
“Ha-ha-ha, you’re too kind. It is but a mere parlor trick.” Huangpu Qingtian acted casual but couldn’t hide the conceit in his eyes from Zhuo Fan.
As Zhuo Fan took pride in his blinking art, Huangpu Qingtian was confident of his beast taming skill.
It was akin to providence. As if Heaven went out of its way to lay everything at this king’s feet so that no man, or beast, could defy his righteous conquest.
Zhuo Fan could tell what he was thinking and grinned, “Young master Huangpu, you sure are confident in your ability.”
“Not confidence, but a given!” Huangpu Qingtian smiled with his head held high. The Emperor declared, “In this world, be it armies, the ground beneath their feet, the officials, and even these savage beasts, all are fated to bow before their true king!”
[Show off!]
Zhuo Fan’s inner outcry summed it up nicely. While his reply was a snort and shake of the head, “What do you say to a wager then?”
“On what?” That got Huangpu Qingtian’s attention. [The kid has time to bet when his life is at stake? What’s he up to?]
Bang! Zhuo Fan drew a heavy line with his foot, sneering at Huangpu Qingtian, “I wager your beast army won’t cross it. Even if just one of them does, I lose.”
“Pretentious!” Huangpu Qingtian only had anger for his haughty boast.
He knew what Zhuo Fan was capable of, but never once believed the punk had the power to quell the beast tide of tens of thousands! Huangpu Qingtian only managed to do it with that little secret deep within him. As for power alone? Impossible.
Zhuo Fan’s crass words undermined his authority. Was the ability of a regent that easily dispelled?
Zhuo Fan only mocked him, “Well then, oh young master Huangpu, do you accept? The stakes are the Brimming Sacred Pills we each hold. The winner gets the other’s pill!”
Huangpu Qingtian mulled over the trickery Zhuo Fan planned to include in this wager, but still held supreme confidence that nothing the punk did could change anything. As such, for honor and hubris, he nodded, “Show me then your futile attempts to stop tens of thousands of spiritual beasts!”
“My pleasure!” With a crafty grin, Zhuo Fan turned to the charging Blood Croc tide.
Filled with barbaric and unrelenting savagery, these Blood Crocs had only one answer to this suicidal kid, gaping maws filled with teeth and sharp claws.
Chu Qingcheng, Xue Ningxiang and the rest watched on unnerved. Huangpu Qingtian had a cold smile, calm and uncaring to the lonely man facing a flood.
Hum~
Zhuo Fan’s eyes then flashed in a strange light.
The Blood Crocs were about to tear into him, with one of them even having his head in its maw. It only needed to chomp and that would be the end of Zhuo Fan.
But the Blood Crocs’ eyes shrank in fear. Under the astonished looks of the bystanders, the beast army began to shiver.
Roar!
A mewling cry from somewhere among them signaled the rest of the Blood Crocs to turn tail and scamper from whence they came.
The wild eyes and stumbling gait only hinted at the horrors these beasts had seen. They were even faster in retreat!
This spectacle left everyone slackjawed. Chu Qingcheng was dumbstruck, Xie Tianyang was shell shocked, You Yushan was speechless, Lin Xuanfeng jumped out of his skin and, naturally, Huangpu Qingtian was floored.
He still had a clear picture in mind, of Zhuo Fan being torn apart, only to be replaced with an image of a cowering beast army.
What made it worse was the unknown element of how he’d done it.
Huangpu Qingtian stood there like a statue, his eyes lost, mindless of even the fleeing spiritual beasts zipping by…