Chapter 439 - 439: Second Stage of the Forge Tournament - Part 2. (1/2)

The person who just spoke was Bruce, Prince of the Fisher Empire. Host Afonso was patient and asked him, ”Mr. Bruce, why do you say it is unfair?”

”Hahaha. How is it not unfair?” Bruce burst out in a laugh full of mockery, ”He has more than double the points compared to any other participant and can buy the best quality items to forge and still have points left. If that is not unfair, what is then?”

”A talent difference,” Theo interjected suddenly.

”... What?” Bruce returned his look to Theo and was speechless.

”In addition to being insane, are you deaf?” Theo said, without any desire to argue with this idiot.

”Bastard! Are you calling me demented?! Do you think I'm afraid of you?” Bruce had completely lost his logical reasoning. He was not used to being insulted; everyone in his age group always treated him with the greatest respect. And seeing someone younger, more talented, and stronger than himself disrespecting him created anguish and envy just looking at Theo.

Bruce rolled up his sleeves and went over to Theo, grabbing him by the collar of his T-shirt.

”Let go,” Theo warned flatly.

”Participant Bruce, behave yourself. If you continue like this, you will be penalized.” Host Afonso was experiencing a severe headache with this whole situation.

”I warned you,” Even with the warning, Bruce continued to hold his shirt. Theo extended his left arm and with a slap at the speed of light, caught Bruce in the face.

*Bang!*

The sound of the slap echoed throughout the arena and made Bruce fly straight towards the bleachers.

*Booooom!*

”Ahhhhh!”

The moment his big body hit the concrete of the stands, it sunk in, and he was trapped inside. Those close to him walked away quickly, not wanting to be affected.

”...”

A deadly silence dominated the place; people near Theo found it difficult to breathe as they gazed at him fearfully.

Theo had an indifferent expression when he approached the merchant who sold the high quality items. He said, ”I want to exchange my points for a high quality furnace and 15 sets of high-quality items.”

”Y-Yes! Right away!” The merchant trembled briefly, wiping sweat off his brow, and answered Theo's request. He had approached him so quickly that it looked like Theo was a mugger robbing his store with a gun aimed at his head.

Prince Bruce pulled himself out of the concrete wreckage, and everyone could see that his right side of his face was very swollen. It was so red that it looked like a ripe tomato was glued to his face.

The fool thought that those in charge of the tournament would speak in his favor, because he was humiliated by Theo. However, no one spoke up, not even Patriarch Fish did. Prince Bruce was so ashamed and angry at the same time. He was very afraid of Theo; he didn't think Theo would be able to do anything to him in the middle of the forge tournament. Prince Bruce came out of the wreckage and walked with his head down, not saying a word.

”Hahahaha! Look at his face!”

Only when they saw that Prince Bruce was alive did the audience burst out laughing. They hardly cared that Prince Bruce was slapped so hard that one could barely recognize him; he brought it on himself the moment he teased Theo. It was foolish to think that he could act irrationally with Theo and seek justice for something he considers to be unfair.

”Boooo!”

”That's what you get for not knowing your place!”

”Tsk. You dare to scream that it is unfair just because you are inferior to my dear Theo?”

”I hate that kind of person!”