Beast World: A Fragile Beauty Blessed with Many Children

Chapter 443 - 442: This Blatant Coward

Ni Jing was running out of patience. Seeing that his Poison Fire Dragon attack had failed to harm Wei Jin, he began to gather all his Spiritual Power into his palm. The fiery red Spiritual Power was compressed until it was so dazzling it was nearly white, and even those watching from outside the Array could feel the terrifying energy unique to a Level 15 expert.

Everyone in the audience fell silent, filled with awe and envy for such immense power. They were already mourning for Wei Jin.

The faces of the Iron-eating Beast Clan Members turned grim, and even Wei Jin’s expression was no longer relaxed, but solemn.

"Heh, Wei Jin, you forced my hand," Ni Jing said as he continued to frantically draw the Spiritual Power from his body. ’I only have one chance. I must succeed; failure is not an option.’ "I already told you I don’t give a damn about the City Lord position. I would have let you have it and taken it easy for a change. But no, you just had to provoke me..."

Down below, Xiao Cheng suddenly launched into another bout of crazed flattery. "The City Lord is incredible! In my heart, your image is loftier than the heavens and deeper than the seas! To think you’ve been hiding your Level 15 strength all this time. The master our Golden Python Ni Family has nurtured is truly extraordinary... Go on, show us! Show us how you’re going to smash Wei Jin into dust, just like you did with that rock, and let him scatter to the winds..."

He even amplified his booming voice with Spiritual Power, forcing more people to hear him.

After a moment of delighted surprise, the Snake Beastmen immediately joined the chorus of praise, their howls making the rest of the crowd grit their teeth in fury.

If Wei Jin lost this match, it would mean the Iron-eating Beast Clan could no longer act as a check on the Golden Python Ni Family’s power. For the next five, ten, twenty, fifty, or even a hundred years, the Ni Family would once again have complete control over Guangshou City. Businesses like the Underground Yecheng City and the Beast Fighting Arena would become legitimate, public enterprises.

It would be a future of endless darkness. Just thinking about such a possibility filled the crowd with anger and fear, and they secretly prayed that Wei Jin could somehow endure.

But on the stage, Ni Jing still hadn’t finished charging his attack. The ball of spiritual fire, containing the apocalyptic might of a Peak Fifteenth-level expert, struck terror into everyone’s hearts, making them want to fall to their knees and grovel.

Si Shuo grew nervous as well, and a hint of worry crept into her voice. "Ji Liang, do you think the Spirit Storage Talisman can handle that much Spiritual Power?"

Ji Liang smiled and gently stroked her tense back. "Don’t worry, Little Shushu," he said, nodding. "He’ll be fine. This isn’t a brute-force clash of Spiritual Power. Besides, Wei Jin is also carrying the Substitute Pearl his father gave him."

It was like the calm before the storm, as if the Spiritual Power Ball in Ni Jing’s hands would never finish gathering energy.

Wei Jin tried to advance, but an invisible barrier of Spiritual Power held him back. Even the rocks he summoned were repelled and shattered upon impact.

Seeing that Wei Jin couldn’t get close or inflict even the slightest harm, Ni Jing could no longer conceal his triumphant and rampant arrogance. "Wei Jin, isn’t your whole deal relying on the fact that you’re from the Iron-eating Beast Clan and can fight above your level?

Heh. The suppression of a Peak Fifteenth-level expert... feels pretty uncomfortable, doesn’t it? Don’t worry. In a moment, you’ll have a painless trip to report to the Beast God.

I told you before I didn’t want to fight, but you wouldn’t listen. Since it has come to this, I’ll just have to remain the City Lord. And you, as a defiant challenger who refuses to be disciplined, will serve as the perfect example to intimidate everyone else.

For ten years, I’ve been a mild-mannered ruler, working for everyone’s benefit, and what do I get? Ingratitude. They’ve forgotten what kind of person I really am..."

Wei Jin glared at him. "Ni Jing, must you really do this? Are you going to leave me no way out?"

Ni Jing just smiled. "That’s right. Those who submit will thrive; those who resist shall perish. You are the biggest obstacle to my continued rule. Without you, I can peacefully remain the next City Lord. And the one after that."

Wei Jin turned his head to look down at the audience. "Do you all think so, too?"

This was an arena match. Unless a deathmatch had been explicitly agreed upon, it was customary to be merciful when possible and not push things to the extreme. Even if you killed your opponent, you would at least pretend it was an accident, not be so brazen about it.

But this was a case of absolute suppression by a Peak Fifteenth-level Beastman. Who would dare to say a single word of protest unless they had a death wish? The other officials from the City Lord Mansion remained silent.

Instead, it was the Snake Beastmen of the Golden Python Ni Family who grew rampant, shouting brazenly, "That’s right! We’re gonna kill you, so what? If you don’t like it, come and fight! Our City Lord is at the Peak Fifteenth level! Go on, ask these cowards if any of them dare to say a word for you! If they do, they’ll be following you to the Beast God soon enough!

Besides, you’re the one who’s not good enough, Wei Jin! If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and kill our City Lord! I guarantee I won’t let out a single peep..."

Ni Jing shot an irritated glare in their direction. ’What a coward!’ he thought. ’If I were actually dead, would this bunch of grunts dare to make a sound?’

Hearing this, the high-ranking Beastmen in the audience fumed with shame, as the taunt had hit the nail on the head. But as much as they feared the Ni Family, they hated them even more, and they desperately struggled to suppress their rage.

The Snake Beastmen were caught up in the frenzy, laughing and showing no respect for anyone. "You think we’ve been running the Beast Fighting Arena all this time for fun? We rake in so many Crystal Stones every day that we could build a second Ni Chang with them! Scared now, aren’t you? So just behave yourselves from now on and stop causing trouble..."

"Honestly, after the matches for the Beast Soldiers and Generals are over, we’ll just have to put in all the effort to rebuild Ye City and the Beast Fighting Arena. Then all of you will have to cough up Crystal Stones and help with the construction. Why make things so difficult for yourselves?"

"You’ll also have to contribute pretty Beastmen, gender doesn’t matter... Oh, man, I heard Ye City collapsed. I couldn’t even find my favorite Female Slave. I’ll have to pick a new one personally this time..."

"If you’ve got the guts, kill our City Lord! If you don’t, then just suck it up... We won’t say a word..."

It was utterly infuriating. The audience clenched their fists and gritted their teeth in anger, yet their eyes were filled with tragic despair. More than anything, they wished for a miracle that would allow Wei Jin to slay Ni Jing.

Finally, Ni Jing finished savoring the scene to his heart’s content: Wei Jin’s grim and helpless expression, his clansmen’s fawning praise, and the silent, impotent rage of everyone else.

His attack was finally charged. A smirk played on his lips as he said, "Don’t worry, Wei Jin. I’ll take good care of the females of your Iron-eating Beast Clan. I’ll make sure every last one of them gives birth to litter after litter of my Snake Cubs.

And if they don’t want to get pregnant? That’s fine... We have plenty of ways to make them."

Wei Jin’s chest heaved with fury, but his expression grew eerily calm. "Still running your mouth? Are you afraid you won’t get the chance to say another word later?"

"Heh. So arrogant, even when facing death. Fine. Since you’re in such a hurry to die, I’ll grant your wish!" With that, Ni Jing smirked and launched the Spiritual Power Ball at Wei Jin.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Everyone held their breath, watching as the Spiritual Power Ball raced toward Wei Jin. The moment it touched him, it erupted in a massive, blinding flash of white light that completely engulfed the stage.

The crowd’s eyes stung from the light, and they instinctively shut them, waiting for the glare to fade. When they opened them again, both Ni Jing and Wei Jin were still standing on the stage, completely motionless...