Chapter 43 - Petty Situ Shengong (2/2)

”Now, everyone can freely go around the Tower, but before that, follow me inside the grand arena to see the tower's two hundred fighters.” Cale's words excited the crowd greatly as that was one of the reasons they went on this grand opening ceremony.

Written on Cale's invitation letter was a short description about the tower's elite fighters. And who wouldn't want a strong fighter as their guard, especially for people like them who had billions of assets?

They eagerly followed Cale towards a huge double doors and when the two doors were fully opened, the crowd saw a huge circular arena spanning around 75 meters in diameter. There were also thousands of seats surrounding the arena.

On the arena, the crowd saw about eighty men standing apathetically. They were like sharp spears ready to take anyone's life.

”My dear friends, these fighters in front of you are rated as D-Class level by our tower. But don't look down on them just because they are D-Class. Our way of measuring strength is not just by the way of martial arts, but also their skills in weapon wielding, marksmanship and etc. And if you dont believe me, then you can freely challenge anyone among them, but please be guided that these men's martial art skills are at the very least the initial S-Class level.” Cale proudly introduced the first batch of fighters to the crowd.

”You mean to say that all of these eighty men are at least S-Class martial art practitioners? Are you kidding me?” A disbelieving tone sounded among the crowd. The people parted ways and a middle aged man with strong physique can be seen tauntingly looking at Wolf King.

The eighty men glared at the middle aged man with looks of anger, but Wolf King raised his right hand instantly erasing the anger on their faces.

”If this gentleman does not believe me, then you can choose randomly among them to have a spar.” Wolf King smiled confidently while glancing at the middle aged man deeply with his beautiful silver eyes.

”Isn't that patriarch Situ Shengong? His son was defeated with one punch by Mr. Santharus during the tournament in Macau. And to think that he still harbors a grudge because of it. What a petty man.” The crowd whispered among themselves as they glanced at Situ Shengong mockingly.

His old father, the former patriarch of the Situ Family glanced at his son in disappointment. His wrinkled face aged more significantly in that second, creating a tired and exhausted look.

Situ Shengong pointed at the youngest man on the arena with a taunting smile. ”You little baldy, let me test your strength.”

The bald young fighter did not look angry at all and remained standing stoically obviously disregarding Situ Shengong's puny existence.

He then felt a warm pat on his shoulder, making him look back in surprise. He saw his lord currently on his Wolf King persona smiling at him confidently.

”Show him the strength of my Tyrannical Tower.” The order traveled like a heavenly decree on his ears stoking the burning passion inside.

”Yes Wolf King!” His voice carried a hint of anger and confidence as he glared sharply at Situ Shengong.