62 Teasing Phoenix Dances (2/2)

Phoenix Dances raised her foot and opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but the system notifying her that she had won had already restored her to her best state and chose her opponent for the second round. The sentence at the tip of her tongue was stuck in her throat, and in the end, she could not say it.

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The second segment required the participants to win three rounds out of five. Happy had given up on the first round by his own will, but he still had four chances, so he did not feel disheartened. After all, as long as he won the other rounds, he could still enter the third round.

But what if he ran into Phoenix Dances again in the future segments? What should he do then?

When he thought of this problem, Happy felt like a huge ball of tangled thread had been stuffed into his head, and he was stuck in it, unable to get out.

His second opponent was rather unlucky.

When he saw that his opponent was the Masked Swordsman, he was so nervous that he quivered, and to make matters worse, Happy was not in a good mood. Before the opponent could even finish delivering his first attack, Happy stabbed him in the chest in exchange for a light injury to his shoulder.

Before his death, the opponent stared at the wound on Happy's shoulder. His eyes were wide, as if he wanted to remember this. His eyes were full of incredulity and excitement…

”What the heck?” Happy pushed his opponent's corpse away with a palm strike while grumbling under his breath in resignation. ”Why are you happy even though you died? You just want me to not be able to vent to my heart's content, huh?!”

He did not know that only Butt Shaker had been able to injure him throughout the entire tournament. His opponent felt that it was incredibly difficult for him to have been able to injure him and that it was a very glorious moment for him.

Happy had nothing to say about this. His third and fourth opponents were also able to enjoy this unique treatment. With extreme satisfaction and excitement, they lost the fight, but during his fifth round, Happy went up against Puffy God.

Puffy God narrowed his eyes. It was clear that he was incredibly cautious and vigilant. He stood thirty-two feet away, and all sorts of thoughts raced swiftly through his mind.

'What sort of dirty tricks is he cooking up?'

When he saw his final opponent, Happy smiled happily. Right under Puffy God's astonished gaze, he quietly put his sword back into his Universe Bag.

Puffy God was instantly stunned. He did not quite understand why Happy did this.

”Come, Puffy.” Happy extended his hands and gestured to Puffy God.

Puffy God instantly felt his vision turn red in anger. 'This guy used a sword against others, but when he's up against me, he put his sword away! Is he looking down on me?!'

”Hmph!”

He huffed indignantly. Puffy God brought out his Nine-ringed Broadsword. Its rings jangled when the metal clashed against the blade. Then, like a huge Maitreya Buddha statue, he closed in on Happy.

But he did not know that Happy had put away his Noble Sword because his accomplishments with his fist techniques were higher than with his sword techniques. When he saw the sparkles in Puffy God's eyes, he knew that this boy had dirty tricks up his sleeve. Hence, he put away his sword beforehand and decided to fight with all his strength right from the start.

Puffy God might be money-hungry, but his abilities were pretty good, and he always fought with his skills specifically countering his opponent's. If Happy did not make preparations beforehand, he would face the possibility of losing miserably!

Happy cut close to Puffy God and began to move around him like a maggot attached to his bone. He used the high mobility and attack speed of his fist technique to continuously suppress Puffy God's attacks and all his lures. Happy worked on it with all that he had. In just a few seconds, he displayed an incredibly fierce, proactive, and wild fighting style, forcing Puffy God to a state where he could not execute his skills and could only be beaten.

Puffy God slowly came to a realization.

If Happy was like an assassin when he used his sword—ruthless, direct, and able to hit his opponent's vitals in one hit—then at that moment, Happy was like a grandmaster in fist techniques who could control the entire situation. He was close to him, but Puffy God could not touch him at all. The thought of being able to stand against Happy could not even rise in his head.

”Argh! I'm not fighting anymore! Darn it all! I give up!”

After being struck an unknown number of times, Puffy God had still not managed to hit Happy. He was so frustrated he wanted to cry, but he had no tears. In great distress, he announced his defeat.