novelraw Chapter 33 – How is this possible! 4/10
Chapter 33 – How is this possible! 4/10
Number 11, the Acid Slime with Infinite Clones, Blat.
It moves slowly, and the acid it secretes can dissolve most metals, almost immune to physical attacks.
However, Xia Ya struck its constantly wriggling, booger-sized transparent core with a single sword strike.
...
Number 14, the Earth Bear, Osso.
With a strength of 125 points, constitution and agility of 50 and 40 respectively, its skin is thick and tough, almost immune to physical attacks!
Even a level 40 skilled swordsman would struggle against it.
But Xia Ya, as if having fought it countless times, moved at a steady pace, always staying just millimeters away from its paws, narrowly dodging each time, driving Osso into a frenzy, roaring in frustration, until it accidentally knocked itself out with a heavy punch to its own head.
...
Number 17, the Lightning Golem, Clunk.
A full-metal golem with a constitution of 200 points, physical attacks below 300 points can't break its defense, requiring at least a level 35 character to achieve. Not to mention it has a shield ten times its own strength and can slowly self-repair, making it an unstoppable moving fortress!
Yet, Xia Ya maneuvered within its electric field for a full ten minutes, predicting its every move as if seeing through its programming...
Finally, when the arena heated up, Clunk overheated and broke down, Xia Ya stood on its head, unharmed...
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Number 18, the Gnoll Meat Bomb...
Number 21, the Gnome Mage, Milly Water...
...
Maka rode a wyvern in the air, scattering coins.
His heart ached so much, his small eyes almost disappeared.
This wasn't just scattering coins, it was bleeding him dry!
Large piles of gold coins were thrown out, flowing into the pockets of gamblers.
Since the opening of the Fight Club in Astan City, such a scene had never been seen.
The biggest winner was Yveline.
The bag of silver coins beside the Dark Elf had all been exchanged for gold coins, looking like over a thousand pieces.
She earned this with just one silver coin.
Such efficiency, even Chen Xiaodao couldn't achieve back in the day.
If Xia Ya hadn't "fought ten opponents," with everyone in the audience betting unconditionally on "Xia Ya to win," the round would have been void due to a lack of opponents.
But the problem was, Xia Ya was on his way to "fighting ten opponents," and all his opponents came from the house.
Each fighter in the Fight Club had a set of odds, regardless of high or low, as long as Xia Ya won, the house would lose money.
The problem was, Xia Ya hadn't lost a single match from start to finish!
And he wasn't overwhelmingly strong.
On the contrary, he seemed quite weak.
His displayed combat power was at most on par with the elven swordsman Gedia.
However, his mastery of power and familiarity with his opponents were astonishing!
Like carving cheese with a needle! Not a single ounce of strength wasted, not an unnecessary move!
If these monsters hadn't grown up under Maka's watch, he would have thought they were raised by the opponent!
From initial shock to numbness, Maka was now panicking.
What if...
I mean, what if.
What if he really fought through all 26 numbers and finally faced number 27...
Would they really have to summon that existence?
Even if it's just a projection, Astan City is within the Church of Judgment's influence, isn't this courting death?
Maka had a headache.
Xia Ya's current record was 9-0.
Not counting Johnny Olsen, he was only two opponents away from completing the ten-man slash.
And the number had already reached 24.
Maka would rather give his head to him than give away 0.1% of the shares...
The Gold Only Society had a rule that this share came from the local person in charge, and his pitiful share happened to be only 0.1%.
Ah...
Synlos above, save me!
At this moment, a voice came from the arena.
Maka's head hurt even more.
"Next one."
Xia Ya raised his sword as a signal, simultaneously giving Yveline a glance.
"Next one!"
"Next one!"
"Next one!"
The audience, like frenzied Winstons, jumped up, pounding their chests, stomping the floor, letting out howling cries of triumph, their shouts deafening, even the wyvern's breath couldn't silence them.
Maka turned around, scattering the remaining coins in his hand, and approached Yveline.
"What are you betting on this time?"
"Xia Ya."
The answer remained unchanged.
Maka took a deep breath, gritting his teeth, "Don't regret it!"
The Dark Elf sneered, her red lips parted slightly, her voice barely audible.
"Xia Ya, lose."
Maka was stunned.
Synlos above...
Did you hear my prayer?
"What, didn't hear clearly?"
"No, no, couldn't be clearer!!"
Maka nodded vigorously, the red mushroom cap on his head shaking several times.
However, the moment he turned around, the person in charge's eyes turned into two sinister lines of laughter.
Now you know to stop, huh...
Too late!
You want to cash out, it's not that easy!
I'll give you the weakest opponent, let's see how you lose!
If you dare to throw the match, be prepared to be beaten to death by the enraged gamblers!
The red and green lights started chasing each other again, the passionate music accompanied by the audience's howls, gradually slowing down.
The exciting moment was about to arrive!
The answer revealed!
Ding!
Red light, number 1.
The venue fell silent, then erupted into thunderous laughter.
The content was nothing more than mocking whether Maka's machine was malfunctioning, losing his underwear and not being able to blame it on the machine...
Xia Ya, who fought up to number 24, would lose to the rookie at number 1?
Impossible!
This must be Maka's bad luck, intending to release number 27, but accidentally turning one more crystal!
Yes, that's it. Isn't 1 right after 27!
But Xia Ya, standing in the arena, understood, and understood very well that this was Maka's revenge for him.
This number 1 beggar was.
But unfortunately, this didn't disgust him, because this was one of the main reasons he came here.
The other reason was naturally experience and money.
Without calculation, Xia Ya knew very well that when he walked out of the Fight Club, he would have 482 gold left and enough experience to reach level 24.
Amidst the crowd's laughter, a skinny, dark-skinned boy crawled out from under a manhole cover.
He was so weak that he had to use both hands to climb out, dripping wet.
He had a short sword at his waist.
To call it a short sword was generous; it was actually a piece of sharpened iron embedded in a wooden stick, tightly bound with animal hide.
Xia Ya watched him quietly as he stood up, drew his sword, and prepared to attack.
"Your name is Luke, right?" Xia Ya said.
The boy was taken aback.
"How do you know?"
"How much do you owe Maka?"
"A lot."
"How much is a lot?"
"Very much."
"Can you leave if you pay it back?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Xia Ya whistled, ending this Gu Long-style dialogue, pointing at himself, "Defeat me, and the money you earn for him will be enough to buy your freedom."
"Really?" Luke's eyes lit up.
Brighter than any NPC Xia Ya had ever seen.
Xia Ya said, "Really. But you only have one chance, I'll defend, you attack, if you can injure me, I'll admit defeat."
"Okay."
Luke nodded vigorously, then closed his eyes.
He was adjusting his breathing.
Meanwhile, Xia Ya was also on high alert.
Luke only knew one skill.
"Flash Strike."
In this all-or-nothing situation, he would use the advanced form "Desperate Flash Strike."
This is a skill similar to Saitama's "Normal Punch" and "Serious Punch," capable of instantly killing any creature with physical weaknesses.
It's a true K.O.
But the premise is hitting and causing damage.
That is to say, if the skill doesn't break the defense, it's useless, and it can even be blocked!
And the only possessor of this skill—Luke, was just too weak.
He was only level 5, and would always be level 5.