"Who else! I ask you! Who else!"
"Is this all you’ve got? You guys are no good, not a single one can fight!"
"Ah, being invincible is so lonely. It seems I should change my name. From now on, I’ll be called Dongfang Bubai."
"No, Dongfang Bubai doesn’t sound quite right. Better go with Dugu Qiubai!"
Fang Jueyu stood arrogantly on the arena, babbling incomprehensible words, but it was easy to guess from his tone that he was crazily taunting martial artists from seven different kingdoms!
"Look at you all, hesitating . If you don’t want to fight, just concede already and stop wasting my time," Fang Jueyu continued to mock.
"This bastard!" Martial artists who hadn’t yet fought Fang Jueyu couldn’t help but clench their fists.
They weren’t fools; they knew the enormous gap in strength between them and Fang Jueyu. In a one-on-one duel, even the super killer elite from the Slaughter-care Clan, who appears once every ten thousand years, was defeated. What’s the point in even trying?
But conceding without a fight would hugely impact their reputation within their own kingdoms, leaving them stuck with the label of a coward for eternity.
If they forced themselves to fight, seeing the fate of those who went before them—missing limbs and broken bones would be considered lucky—they might even lose their lives.
They faced a dilemma, unsure whether to move forward or retreat.
"How about this, if you feel one person can’t beat me, then all of you come at me together, I’ll single-handedly take on you lot!"
"Wow!" As these words were uttered, the audience erupted in excitement.
"This Pleasant Goat is too arrogant, isn’t he? There are still over twenty martial artists left to fight, including the genius from the Dragon-man Clan. No matter how strong he is, he couldn’t possibly handle so many at once, right?"
"I think he’s become overconfident from his recent victories. Every genius that comes here is no pushover. I believe he might manage one against two or even one against three, but one against over twenty? That’s just asking for death."
"No, I think he seems quite unfazed. Didn’t you see how easily he won the earlier battles? I feel he must be confident!"
Onlookers debated fervently, some admiring Fang Jueyu’s audacity, others condemning his arrogance.
"Humph, Osar, your kingdom’s kid is overly cocky for sure. Does he really think talents from the other seven kingdoms are worthless?"
Such taunting not only challenged martial artists but also their demigods, suggesting those kingdoms are useless for not producing a worthy warrior.
"That’s one way to interpret it," Osar replied calmly, "If your people have the ability, just take him down from the arena. I won’t utter a word!"
"You!" A few demigods were left speechless by his retort. Indeed, he does have the ability; if you’re unsatisfied, say it with your fists!
"Osar, the lad himself has spoken to take on everyone at once. You have no objections, right?" The Dragon-man Clan’s demigod seemed confident in their own clan’s genius.
One-on-one, he might indeed not have the chance, but if he showcases the Dragon Clan’s might, with others diverting Fang Jueyu’s focus, he might seize an opportunity.
"Of course, I have no objections," Osar felt no fear at all, his trust in Fang Jueyu’s ability surpassing even self-belief.
That’s a joke, the man is the reincarnation of the Beast God, the king of beast and demihuman. He can make a hundred demigods willingly serve him, what do a few control-level talents matter?
"Then prepare to regret!" The Dragon-man Clan’s demigod gritted their teeth, "Pleasant Goat, are you certain about everyone coming at once? There’s still time to reconsider!"
"I’ve never known how to reconsider, let them come together, I’m in a hurry," Fang Jueyu replied calmly.
"Alright, then all remaining will come together!" The demigod hastily opened the arena entrance.
"Hey, where are you guys going? Looking for death?" Tibor immediately grabbed three Barbarian God Kingdom contestants.
"What’s wrong? Even if he’s from our kingdom, it’s an individual match, and with so many together, we might stand a chance!" The other three from the Barbarian God Kingdom said.
"Let me warn you, even if you’re twenty-something, or even over two hundred, you’re no match for him!" Tibor had witnessed Fang Jueyu’s means, leaving a deep shadow in his heart.
"Then you stay here as a turtle," the three weren’t swayed by Tibor, joining martial artists from other kingdoms on the arena.
All twenty-four, who should’ve been fierce rivals, suddenly stood united.
"Pleasant Goat, you are indeed strong, but ignoring us is too much, isn’t it?"
"Thinking of single-handedly challenging all twenty-four, today you’ll taste the consequences of arrogance!"
"Finished talking?" Fang Jueyu calmly replied with just three words in face of their taunts.
The crowd was stunned; his reaction felt mismatched to expectations.
"Do you believe I can take you all down with just my mouth, without even moving a finger?"
"Haha!" All the talents burst into laughter, "Your talk is mightier than your strength, is your power all lip service?"
"You’ve got it right!" Fang Jueyu chuckled, "My lip skills were honed in Zuan, as long as you have a mother, I’m game!"
"Zuan? What’s that place?" The crowd was puzzled; there’s no such place as Zuan on Beast God Continent.
"Zuan, it’s an exceptionally brutal place, home to fearsome creatures known as Keyboard Warriors. Without strong mouth skills, you risk becoming a parentless orphan or even being verbally destroyed."
"That scary?" They had lived at least hundreds of years and still hadn’t heard of such terrifying beings.
"Today I’ll show you my lifetime of Zuan knowledge!"
Suddenly, Fang Jueyu’s aura began to surge, Mohe’s power layered upon him, a force of destruction brewed within his body.
"Boom!" As Fang Jueyu uttered the first word, a pressure as overwhelming as a tidal wave swept across, everyone felt as if carrying an immense weight on their bodies.
"What is this? Is it human soul martial arts? Isn’t this long lost?" They felt as though facing a towering mountain, rendering them insignificant. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novel⸺fire.net
"Boom!" With the second word, the arena beneath everyone shattered, weaker martial artists already bleeding from the mouth, these two sounds containing a certain mysterious force that harmed their will and soul!
"Poof!" As the third word rang out, among the twenty-four, except the Dragon-man Clan genius, everyone was flung off the arena by an immense force of will, life or death unknown.
"Roar!" Unwilling, the Dragon-man genius roared, blood surged violently under immense pressure, dragon scales appeared on his skin, his body began to expand, deformed.
Moments later, a giant Dragon Clan creature, covered in purple dragon scales, stood proudly in the arena center, over a hundred meters in length, tens of meters in height, displaying the Dragon Clan’s majestic presence.
"Mother!" The last word spoken by Fang Jueyu completed these four vulgar words, amidst unseen brilliance as if heaven’s gods and deities descended, the dragon critically wounded, its scales falling off, helplessly swept off the arena.
Just four words, he spectacularly took down twenty-four geniuses from various Beast God Continent kingdoms using just his lips!