22 Its Crushed... (1/2)

The din was deafening. There were even many who appeared out of the second level's exit. All of them were surveying their surroundings with ferocious looks, hoping to find traces of Wang Baole.

This scene immediately left Wang Baole alarmed. He was not afraid of a single person, but if it was a legion…

Wang Baole blinked. He felt that it was not embarrassing to cower in front of a legion of people. Thankfully, the club had people of all shapes and sizes. He was not the only fat one present, nor was he very conspicuous. Wang Baole quickly left the club and returned to Ethereal Dao College.

The crowd failed to find Fat Rabbit in the club and burned with aggrieved anger. They clenched their teeth, resolving to teach Fat Rabbit a good lesson the next time he came.

However, not everyone visited the fight club daily. Similarly, there were too many people in the club. After all, its clientele was made up of everyone who liked fighting in Ethereal City.

Therefore, although there were many people who had witnessed Wang Baole's dominating actions that day, few people noticed him in the beginning when he came again three days later.

Even if there were some, they were few in number, and the news did not spread. This allowed Wang Baole to visit the fight club every other day. Every time he went there, he would begin as an unknown during his first battle and rapidly develop to the point of driving everyone spectating mad. Slowly, after visiting the fight club more than ten times, the legend of the fat rabbit who bent fingers slowly spread despite his attempts at maintaining a low profile.

”I heard that a fat rabbit who loves bending the fingers of others appeared in the club!”

”The rumors mention a fat rabbit who is extremely evil. When he fights others, all he sees is their fingers!”

”I even heard that the bastard is quite nasty. If he isn't able to bend fingers the entire time, he will not even spare his opponent's toes!”

All sorts of rumors and discussions constantly spread within the club. It did not reach a point where everyone knew of the fat rabbit, but eventually, the moment Wang Baole appeared, he would instantly gain an audience. It even reached the point where Wang Baole realized that people paid attention to every entrance on the first floor.

Not only that, he had also learned from others that people had organized themselves into a Rabbit Annihilation Alliance. This left him astounded. Thankfully, he was already very skilled in finger bending from fighting hundreds of times. He felt that he needed to keep a low profile and decided to end his training.

These people are too unreasonable. Since it's a freestyle fight club, why must they be so agitated? I'm not bending fingers but practicing my twisting technique! Wang Baole was peeved. In fact, he had been entering the Hallucination realm nearly every day to fight the senior sparring partner. He would only head for the club after being tortured to a certain extent.

This cycle not only allowed him to vent his stress, it could also increase his technique greatly. He went from completely not being the senior sparring partner's match—with him being instantly taken down—to being able to resist him for quite some time.

This improvement gave Wang Baole hope. Although he did not dare head to the fight club, Wang Baole continued training by himself and, with some confidence, took a deep breath before opening the Hallucination realm.

The biting cold wind and the fluttering snowflakes encased the area in ice. The familiar surroundings made Wang Baole hold his breath and focus. He looked at the sparring partner that slowly materialized nearby, his eyes burning with fighting spirit. Over the months of fighting the senior sparring partner, he had become somewhat infuriated from having his fingers bent countless times.

”This time, I'll definitely make you admit defeat!” Wang Baole loosened his arms for a moment as his aura instantly changed. It was staggeringly sharp!

If Wang Baole was said to have been an inchoate sword in the past, the present him had rapidly metamorphosed after numerous battles in the club, turning him into a sharp, unsheathed sword.

Although he was not extremely rich in combat experience, he had long exceeded his former self.

The instant the senior sparring partner appeared, Wang Baole's speed rose suddenly. He instantly jumped forward and appeared beside his opponent, raising his right hand to grab forward.

The senior sparring partner had the same expression as usual. He did not retreat and instead advanced. The suction force in him suddenly emanated as he grabbed at Wang Baole. Almost at the instant they were about to touch, a glint flashed in Wang Baole's eyes. He released his suction force as an invisible vortex appeared between the two of them. As they tugged at each other, they collided.

With a bang, Wang Baole retreated a few steps. The senior sparring partner was no different. No one was able to gain the upper hand when the suction forces were unleashed.

Wang Baole's eyes wore a look of excitement. He rapidly approached once again, and soon, he began exchanging blows with the senior sparring partner in the Hallucination realm.

He was fast, but so was the senior sparring partner. Gradually, their figures meshed together. They would blast backward when the suction force reached its limit each time. It caused the surrounding snow to rapidly fly toward them before violently scattering outwards.