Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 83: King of the White Tower (Part 5)
Fu Qian's violent demolition act successfully provoked a strong reaction.
Amidst the hysterical cheers and screams, as a person with strong empathy, Fu Qian seemed to understand the joy of this crowd and casually waved in greeting to the stands.
Another burst of adrenaline-fueled roaring followed, and gifts rained down, almost filling the large crater on the stage.
It had to be said that the White Tower's security was pretty good. A team quickly rushed onto the stage, staring at the huge pit on the ground with faces so gloomy they were practically dripping water.
If the arena from the first match could still be used after some patching up, this one basically had to be torn down and rebuilt.
However, worthy of being a place of unbridled indulgence, after this team fished the two corpses out of the pit, they forcefully retreated without saying a single word.
This scene made Fu Qian's interest in this place increase by another notch.
From a certain perspective, this land of depravity followed the rules even more strictly than the outside world.
At this time, a trembling replacement referee came onto the stage, standing twenty feet away to announce the winner.
When Fu Qian left the ring, he received a hero's treatment. The spotlights followed him all the way into the preparation room, making him look like the star of the arena.
"Welcome... back!"
The priestess holding towels and other items stared blankly at Fu Qian's legs with a stiff expression, completely too afraid to step forward.
In fact, it wasn't just her; the blonde female contestant next to her was also staring at him with a solemn expression.
It had to be said that her strength was quite good.
Looking at the blonde woman staring at him, Fu Qian gave a positive assessment.
This woman was not old, wearing a neat set of combat uniform. With blonde hair, blue eyes, and delicate features, her snow-white skin was almost indistinguishable from her similarly colored clothes.
Although she looked frail, she was on a completely different level from the energetic young man. Judging by her aura, she was definitely a Beyonder, perhaps even around Tier 7.
"Veil."
Unexpectedly, meeting Fu Qian's gaze, the blonde woman actually stepped forward on her own initiative to introduce herself.
"Fu Qian."
Fu Qian nodded.
"Mr. Fu, I have to say, your strength is overwhelmingly despair-inducing."
The blonde woman Veil's smile carried a hint of helplessness.
"You flatter me."
Fu Qian glanced at her.
Such a young Tier 7; it was hard to imagine what kind of mindset she had to participate in this.
The reward of Grafting was certainly tempting, but that was for ordinary people. True Beyonders, unless they hit a bottleneck and had no hope of advancement, were rarely willing to do such things.
Not to mention a character with such a limitless future like her.
The White Tower Company might be able to offer something to move her, but if the rewards were too good and there were too many Beyonders, why would ordinary people like the energetic young man still sign up?
One must know that entertainment value is composed of many things, and crushing noobs is one of them.
Facts proved that Fu Qian's eye was quite accurate. The blonde woman encountered a fellow Beyonder in her second match.
Armed with two rapiers, one long and one short, she ended the battle in almost less than two minutes.
In the end, her opponent knelt on the ground, his legs riddled with wounds, while her snow-white combat suit didn't even catch a speck of dust.
A beautiful battle, though because the scene wasn't explosive enough, the reaction it provoked wasn't even a tenth of his own.
But judging from the strength she displayed, as long as she didn't run into him, there was a high probability she could make it to the later stages.
Fine, pretend I didn't say that!
When Fu Qian stood in the arena for the third time, he looked at Veil opposite him and shook his head.
He didn't believe in this kind of coincidence.
With so many contestants, for the two with the most exaggerated performances so far to meet in the third round—it would be a ghost story if there wasn't foul play involved!
Of course, Fu Qian wouldn't be bored enough to question the grouping issue, because to him, it didn't matter who came.
Moreover, he had long anticipated their probable answer—
There's no rule saying under-the-table manipulation is forbidden!
Veil wore a similarly helpless expression, but it seemed she still wanted to put up a struggle.
After bowing politely, she took a stance with her rapiers, one in front and one behind, watching Fu Qian warily.
"Begin!"
Apparently because Fu Qian was present, the referee didn't even bother counting down this time. He directly announced the start and jumped into the corner.
And as he announced the start, the blonde woman launched a preemptive strike.
It had to be said, her strength was quite good; her swordsmanship even gave off a stunning feeling.
The gleaming rapiers turned into points of cold light in her hands. The long and the short covered each other, every strike aimed at vital spots.
Unlike what many people thought, although they looked slender, in fact, most rapiers were not light. It was very difficult for someone untrained to wield them effectively.
The woman in front of him was clearly the type who had been immersed in swordsmanship for a very long time.
With precise movements and rational force generation, combined with the speed and strength of a Beyonder, the two rapiers in her hands almost carried an aura of indestructibility.
The protection of her body on both the left and right was also watertight.
Quite an open and honorable swordsmanship.
Fu Qian nodded silently in his heart.
This kind of true technique-focused fighter was quite rare, making her a precious sparring partner.
Although he walked the path of "absolute power overwhelms all tricks," he always held a sense of reverence for technique-focused styles.
Therefore, Fu Qian didn't choose the combat style of completely crushing her with raw strength. Instead, he tried slowing his pace to deal with her at a similar speed.
Only when the speed was brought closer could one truly experience the terror of this technical style.
At first, it could be described as peril after peril; several times his head was almost pierced by the sharp blades.
After dodging by a hair's breadth, Fu Qian quickly adjusted his body, trying not to rely purely on speed, but striving to dodge in the most rational way possible.
Soon, the Thug's supreme control over the body showed its effects. The rapiers, carrying faint whistling sounds through the air, could no longer get near his body.
A minute later, Fu Qian simply closed his eyes, relying entirely on his hearing to distinguish the attacks.
Ever since transforming into a Beyonder, his five senses had greatly enhanced, but he had never really properly developed them.
Trying it out today, it gave him quite a refreshing feeling.
By this time, Veil, who had started with preemptive strikes, finally began to exhaust her strength, and her speed began to slow down.
However, just as the short sword in her hand was dodged by Fu Qian once again, an ice-blue ray shot out from the tip of the sword, and a freezing aura instantly shrouded the surroundings.
She really did have a trump card!
Under the circumstance of a huge power gap, she knew to show weakness to the enemy, hide her trump card, and then strike when he was off guard to see if it would have a miraculous effect.
It had to be said, this person was a master from both a technical and psychological standpoint.
However, this is where it ends!
With an extremely contorted movement, Fu Qian dodged this long-premeditated killing move.
The ice-blue ray hit a corner of the arena, spilling cold air and forming a large patch of white frost.
"I surrender!"
Witnessing this scene, Veil finally stopped with a face full of despair, panting as she surrendered.
Afraid I'd land a killing blow?
That makes sense; his last match had left a deep impression on the whole crowd.
Before Fu Qian could even make a move, the relieved referee directly announced him as the winner and instantly ran away.
The audience, who had been expecting him to stomp a second arena into pieces, were greatly disappointed, and a cacophony of noise broke out for a while.
Seeing this, Fu Qian snorted and looked up, glaring coldly at the section roaring the loudest.
If he remembered correctly, killing the audience here didn't violate the rules either.
Of course, he wasn't that brutal of a person, but the audience didn't know that.
Sure enough, in the span of a breath, that section of the stands went dead silent.
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