Chapter 1721 - The Wok’s Loneliness (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

There were three qualifying matches. Once Bu Fang won all of them, he would get the ticket to enter District B. Therefore, it was expected that each match would be very intense.

For the experts of District B, the qualifying battle was actually a battle for their honor. If they lose, the expert ranked last in the ranking of District B would be kicked out of their district.

The nobles of District B had always been proud of their status. How could they bear to have one of their members kicked out of the district? They certainly could not bear the humiliation. Therefore, every one of them was taking the qualifying battle very seriously. They would do anything to stop Bu Fang.

Today’s fighting pit was livelier than any other day. Countless experts had gathered here. Many people greeted each other when they met, and their conversion was all about the qualifying battle.

It took ten consecutive victories to start the qualifying battle, but it was not easy for an individual to do that among so many experts, much less a noble of District C.

If it was someone from District B who achieved that, the qualifying battle would not even be started. This is because, in the opinion of the person in charge of the fighting pit, it was normal for an expert of District B to win ten consecutive victories.

However, this was glory and also a hope for the people of District C. If someone could make it to District B, it would give them confidence. That was why the battle had attracted the attention of almost everyone.

Not only the experts in the fighting pit, but also many people in District A, B, and C were watching it through the projection array.

When Bu Fang came to the fighting pit at an unhurried pace while eating an oyster pancake, the clamor of the audience almost turned the sky upside down. He stuffed the pancake into his mouth and then stepped into the middle of the fighting pit.

An old woman wrapped in a black robe was already sitting there, waiting. She was the person in charge of the fighting pit, a Chaotic Saint. She did not have much Chaotic Energy. Judging from this, she should have just stepped into the realm of Chaotic Saints, and her strength could not be compared to that of an expert like Countess Xia Qiu.

On the right-hand side of the old woman stood a young man with a sharp sword on his back. He was wearing a blood-colored robe, which was embroidered with strange, evil, blood-colored patterns.

He was Bu Fang’s opponent in the first qualifying match, an expert who was ranked tenth on the crystal tablet and had won twenty consecutive victories. He was also a peak Saint of the Great Path, but he was stronger than Aohen, the opponent Bu Fang faced in his last match.

Standing there, the young man constantly drew the energy around him into his body like a black hole. With his bizarre aura and his fearsome strength, it was no wonder that he was selected as Bu Fang’s first opponent.

Bu Fang put his hands behind his back and stepped into the fighting ring. Whitey followed him, with Foxy sitting on its shoulder and Shrimpy perching on its head. The strange combination caused a great hubbub as soon as it appeared.

Bu Fang’s fame, which he had built up lately by winning ten consecutive victories, exploded at that moment. He had become the pride of the experts of District C, but he had also become the thorn in the side of the experts of District B.

His winning streak came by defeating ten District B experts. This was very difficult because, on the whole, the fighting prowess of District B experts was stronger than that of District C experts.

Inside her residence, Countess Xia Qiu crossed her legs and calmly looked at the scene through the projection array. She was also curious about whether Bu Fang could get into District B.

In addition to her, such an exciting event naturally also attracted the attention of many nobles in District C. Even the other two countesses were watching. Most of them still remembered Bu fang.

“Isn’t that the crawler of District D?!”

“Yes, I remember him! How did this bug become a noble and even enter the fighting pit?”

“Am I dreaming? This damned bug…”

These nobles could not believe their eyes. But no matter what, they were very concerned about the battle. A crawler from District D had become the hope for the people of District C to make it to District B. How ironic was that?

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The fighting pit was filled with loud clamor. A lot of people were cheering for Bu Fang, and of course, there were also angry roars and boos from the experts of District B. He was not affected by them, so he did not bother about these external factors. Calmly, he came before the person in charge.

The person in charge glanced at him. That glance seemed to send him into a black hole. The power of a Saint of a Great Path was indeed unfathomable.

“I can’t believe you were almost late for the qualifying battle. Young man, don’t look down upon the qualifying battle,” the old crone said indifferently.

Bu Fang nodded seriously. He naturally would not look down upon anyone.

“There are three qualifying matches. This is your opponent in the first match, Hezhang the Sword Devil.” As her voice faded, she began to slowly disappear, as if she had merged into the void.

“The first qualifying match now officially begins. Bu Fang from District C versus Hezhang from District B.”

The moment the old crone disappeared completely, the tumult of the fighting pit soared into the sky, threatening to tear the vault of heaven apart.

The young man standing opposite Bu Fang focused his eyes. The sword on his back jumped out of the sheath with a clang, which shook the void and seemed to tear multiple rifts in it.

“I will finish you with a single strike of my sword,” Hezhang said.

It was rare for someone from District C to win ten consecutive victories, but Hezhang still did not take Bu Fang seriously. If it were him, he could have easily done that as well.

His curse power was the curse of blood. Combined with his Sword Dao, he had created a sword technique that could cut down everything. He controlled the blood-colored sword with his divine sense. The sword left numerous shadows in the void and filled the air with sonic booms as it went toward Bu Fang.

Bu Fang saw only a flash of light, and the sword was closing in on his cheek already. Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed as it raised its huge palm to grab the sword.

“Fight me seriously! Don’t try to brush me off with a broken puppet…” Hezhang said indifferently. His tone was full of disdain for Whitey.

He had carefully studied Bu Fang’s ten matches before this. Although every match was fought by Whitey, he saw Bu Fang’s strike in the last one.

If he only had to deal with Whitey, he would be less nervous. But Bu Fang was so mysterious that he simply could not see his strength and his trump cards. This was a man shrouded in a fog.

Hezhang knew that his greatest rival was not Whitey nor the little fox, but Bu Fang.

The sword flickered, swept past Whitey, and appeared in front of Bu Fang, ready to pierce his head the next moment. The blood-colored curse power was boiling around it as if it could affect the blood in the human body. Even Bu Fang, who had always been very calm, felt his blood boil.

Suddenly, the Law of Time poured forth and stopped the approaching sword. Then, Bu Fang raised his hand and gave the sword a flick of his finger, sending it flying away.