Chapter 1733 - Marchioness Moti Lost! (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

‘That look in its eyes!’

Marchioness Moti’s heart gave a jerk. She was a Chaotic Saint, yet she shuddered under the gaze. It was unlike the dull look in the puppet’s eyes in the past; at that very moment, she thought she saw death.

Whitey’s eyes were cold and merciless. At this moment, it was as if it was no longer an emotionless puppet, but a fierce man filled with monstrous killing intent.

A clanging sound rang continuously. Marchioness Moti’s slash had put the strength of a Chaotic Saint on full display. It was the demonstration of her full power.

However, the slash was still blocked by Whitey. The sword energy kept blasting at its body, tearing gashes across its metallic skin, but it failed to cut it in half. Then, it fought back.

Foxy, perching on Whitey’s shoulder, wagged her nine tails. The Heavengod blood in her turned her fur red as she faced Marchioness Moti, opened her mouth, and spat out a Soul Demon meatball.

“Get out of the way!” The marchioness caught the meatball with one hand. It spun violently in her palm, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not explode.

Foxy stuck out her tongue and hugged Whitey’s neck. Whitey’s mechanical eyes rotated. A rumbling sound erupted as it threw the bloody knife away. The sharp blade struck the ground and cut through it as if it was tofu.

Startled, Marchioness Moti turned. Her legs spun like the blades of a windmill as she thrust them toward Whitey. However, Whitey did not even bat an eye. It simply swept out its palm and knocked her flying away with a slap. The marchioness fell into the distance with a crash.

Slowly, Whitey rose to its feet. The gashes the knife energy had left on its body were healing by themselves. Soon, it was shining with a metallic sheen like a brand-new machine.

Marchioness Moti rolled and jumped to her feet. She felt that there was something odd about the puppet. Could it be that the puppet had evolved after absorbing the souls of her Blood Guards? She suddenly thought of the possibility. Without hesitation, she enveloped it with her knife realm so that she could cut it in half.

At this moment, Whitey’s body began to rumble. All kinds of metal were stacking as if they were assembling and transforming. Finally, its eyes turned purple. The purple-eyed Whitey had shown up once again. Of course, this kind of purple eyes was not the same as the purple one in the past. Perhaps the closest it resembled was the purple of the Great Path.

Whitey’s aura kept climbing, and the strength of its realm grew stronger and stronger. Standing inside the realm, Marchioness Moti found that she could no longer use her curse power. ‘What? I can only use my physical strength now?’ she thought to herself.

After flexing its neck, Whitey lifted its round leg. A rumble erupted, and it vanished. When it reappeared, it was already in front of Marchioness Moti.

The upgrade was completed. Whitey’s improvement was significant—its source, strength, and realm had all reached the level of a Chaotic Saint. Perhaps its overall strength was not as profound as that of Marchioness Moti, but its pure physical strength was enough to shock her.

She raised her bloody knife to block. A huge fist struck the blade in the next instant, and she was knocked flying away. She could not use energy in her knife techniques now, but as a Chaotic Saint, her every move was still full of power. So a fierce battle broke out between them.

The ground screamed as it kept breaking and crumbling. Whitey had new gashes all over its body, but Marchioness Moti was coughing up blood from all the punches she received.

The evenly matched battle gave the surrounding nobles the creeps as they watched. “The Clothes-Stripping Crazy Demon can… fight against the marchioness now? How did that happen?!” someone murmured.

In the distance, purple-haired Bu Fang smiled evilly. “This little lump of iron did not disappoint me. Well… Now I need to deal with this great ape.” He kicked the ground, turned into a purple stream of light, and rushed forward. In the next instant, he was hovering right in front of the demon ape.

The great ape roared, trying to kill him with a swat as if he was a fly. The huge palms clapped and produced a deafening noise, and the world seemed to shake at this very moment. The demon ape grinned excitedly.

However, when he separated his palms, a ladle flew out from between them, grew larger and larger, and struck him on the head. The blow knocked the strength out of his legs and made him slump to the ground.

Bu Fang, with his purple hair waving wildly, held the huge ladle with one hand, looking fierce and ruthless. Now that he was in an advantageous position, he naturally would not show mercy. He knocked the demon ape’s head again and again until the great beast lay face down and kept shivering.

The demon ape was fuming. Whenever he roared or fought back, he got another knock on his head. All the onlookers could see a huge lump on his forehead, which appeared to be somewhat comical. However, no one could laugh, for they knew that the ape was actually Marquis Lang Gu. They could not believe that a marquis was beaten up like this.

As the beating continued, the roaring demon ape grew smaller and smaller. Eventually, he turned back to his sissy human form.

“Ouch! It hurts!” Marquis Lang Gu held his forehead with both hands with a pitiful look in his eyes. He glanced at Marchioness Moti, who was fighting fiercely with Whitey in the distance, then at Bu Fang, who was about to hit his face with the ladle again.

Suddenly, he covered his mouth, whimpered, turned, and ran away. In just a flash, he was out of sight. Marquis Lang Gu had… ran away.

The nobles present were dumbstruck. Their mouths opened wide enough to fit an egg as they watched the marquis run away.

“He made a marquis run away? That’s a marquis, one of the few supreme existences of Void City, the ruler of District B! And yet… that chef beat him until he ran away? This is horrible!”

Many people were shaking with fear. The chef had become more and more unfathomable. In the past, they did not believe that he, alone, could fight against an army, but now they had no choice but to believe.