Chapter 59 The Level of Bar Entertainment

Remembering the essence of gathering momentum, Fantasi immediately steadied himself, gripping his sword tightly. He could feel an abundant flow of soul power coursing through him, and the heavy sword in his hands did not waver at all. His gaze gradually sharpened.

On the other side, Yin Fu, holding her harp, appeared exceptionally serene and ethereal. Unlike Fantasi's poised state, she seemed to be merely waiting quietly.

The Black Rose had suffered losses before. This seemingly harmless little girl was actually...

Roar~~~

Fantasi let out a high-pitched roar, his soul power bursting forth as he charged forward with overwhelming momentum. Why think too much? Just attack!

Indeed, this kind of presence was something Fantasi had mastered perfectly.

Yin Fu still wore a smile, her slender fingers gently plucking the strings of her harp as if she were at a concert rather than on a battlefield.

Buzz~~~

A ripple exploded outward. As Fantasi approached, about to enter her attack range, he suddenly felt a tremendous force hit him, halting his offensive instantly.

Boom~~~

Another sound wave struck, blowing Fantasi's chubby face. He thrust his sword into the ground to resist.

Boom~~~

A third, even stronger wave of sound hit. Fantasi struggled to hold onto his sword, trying to stabilize himself, but half a second later, with a scream, he was sent flying.

The members of the Black Rose couldn't help but grimace. Who was this fool who couldn't even handle basic maneuvers? Had the Eight Families gone mad to spar with such trash?

But Fantasi, like a meatball, flew straight toward the ceiling. Realizing he couldn't resist, he immediately abandoned his stance and used the momentum to leap skyward. When it came to resilience, Fantasi had never backed down. Using the roof for leverage, he descended like a cannonball, his sword poised to strike Yin Fu with earth-shattering force.

At that moment, Yin Fu... seemed overly confident, having already withdrawn her soul power from her artifact, which had returned to its normal state.

Kela and Wu Di had already shouted loudly. Everyone had underestimated Fantasi, and even the Beastmen knew that underestimating an opponent on the battlefield would come at a cost!

Boom...

Just as everyone thought Yin Fu would pay for her carelessness, she playfully winked. A muffled sound echoed in the air, and Fantasi's body jolted, falling like a shot duck.

Plum Blossom Falling on Wild Geese, Bang~~~

His face hit the ground, deforming completely, and his soul power dissipated. The fat man staggered to his feet and then sat back down.

Beside him, Ma Tan couldn't help but sneer, "Overestimating yourself."

However, no one looked pleased. It was just a basic technique, yet it incorporated the triple wave variation. The three sound waves were only a facade; the fourth invisible sonic blast was truly unavoidable.

Looking at the adorable Yin Fu, a Demon Hunter using such simple techniques, everyone was speechless.

"Can't even handle a basic maneuver and still dare to show up. I wonder who gave you the courage." Only Ma Tan could speak so bluntly. He had a grudge with these people. Honestly, as long as he wasn't caught red-handed, he didn't fear Karida. No matter how arrogant she was, she wouldn't risk her reputation by attacking a student. And after investigating them, he found that Wang Feng had no significant background, just someone flattering Karida to help the Beastmen.

Moreover, many within the Rose Holy Sanctuary opposed Karida, making her position as headmaster uncertain.

Clearly, Yin Fu controlled her power well, and Fantasi wasn't injured. He recovered quickly, and Fantasi was satisfied with the outcome, maintaining his dignity against the Eight Families.

Brother, now he could brag!

As for Ma Tan's provocation, Wang Feng ignored it, knowing he wouldn't put himself in an unfavorable situation without assurance.

Longmoer smiled slightly. Frankly, inviting both the Black Rose and Old Wang's team today wasn't a coincidence. He wasn't targeting anyone specifically, but Yin Fu's fondness for Wang Feng needed addressing. Humans were adept at deception.

"Yin Fu, come back," Longmoer said softly, dismissing the previous battle: "Next match."

This level was somewhat unsatisfying.

Fantasi was still somewhat pleased with himself, thinking that not being injured was nothing to scoff at. He turned to Rachel, but her gaze was indifferent, offering no expression, leaving Fantasi feeling a bit disappointed, convinced it was because he lost.

Old Wang cleared his throat and smiled, saying, "I heard Mahoraga is quite skilled in close combat."

Mo Tong smiled knowingly, realizing he couldn't avoid this. You're smart enough to know when to give in!

Mo Tong jumped into the arena: "Wang Feng, you're a real man. Let's go!"

"What did I say?" Old Wang sighed. How could they fall into the same trap twice so quickly? What else could he say?

"I've told you countless times, little brother. You need to keep your cool. Everything doesn't have to be so rushed. I already said I'd go last. This round is Kela's."

"Huh?"

Could he be so shameless?

Mo Tong stood in the arena, dumbfounded, feeling like a two-hundred-pound fool.

"Alright!" Kela calmly stepped forward. Fantasi's defeat hadn't affected her mood; only her determination grew. Sparring with Mahoraga was a rare opportunity.

"Wait, we agreed you'd choose first. I shouldn't have jumped in." Mo Tong finally realized and quickly retreated behind Hei Wukai. "Look at him, the top fighter, Hei Wukai. Choose him; it'll be thrilling. Don't choose me."

Her eyes fixed on the evasive Mo Tong, her expression resolute, she pointed: "I choose you."

Mo Tong froze, peeking from behind Hei Wukai's shoulder: "That doesn't count. You can choose again. Don't let my actions influence you!"

"Who would be influenced by your actions," Kela said calmly. "I just want to choose you. I've always wanted to test if Mahoraga lives up to its name!"

Damn!

"Why choose me? Good men don't fight women. Pick someone else, or I'll beat you up!" Mo Tong panicked, jumping out and swinging his axe menacingly, just like he had scared off the fat man earlier.

Kela didn't bother repeating herself, simply shaking her head firmly.

Mahoraga's strength was renowned, evident from his heavy axe. More importantly, their captain had mentioned Mo Tong's prowess in close combat. She genuinely wanted to test him, as it was also her specialty.

"The lady, please don't do this..." Seeing that the threat wasn't working, Mo Tong had to soften his tone and persuade her, "Or let me give you some information. Choose Old Black. I'll tell you, he doesn't hit women. You're guaranteed to win!"

"Hey, hey, she chose you, what does it have to do with me!" Hei Wukai glared at him. This guy was getting better at selling out his teammates. It seemed he really needed a lesson.

"Do you look down on women?" Kela remained unmoved. Standing at one meter ninety, she exuded an air of immovability, like a master in full control: "Or are you afraid to lose?"

"Would I be afraid of you?"

Mo Tong's lungs were about to burst from anger, being looked down upon by a woman: "I'm warning you, I have my reasons for not hitting you. Don't be so stubborn!"

The Black Rose team was already struggling. That trash team was one thing, but who would have thought Mo Tong would also be such a clown. Earlier, when he fought Luo Lan, he seemed perfectly normal.

"Mo Tong." Longmoer looked at him, knowing his thoughts, "Don't make a spectacle of yourself."

His words were always gentle, but this tone was quite severe.

Mo Tong was usually defiant, but he was intimidated by his elder brother. He hung his head like a wilted eggplant, casting a resentful glance at Wang Feng.

Old Wang shrugged and spread his hands, as if to say, "Sorry, can't help you there."

Mo Tong felt a surge of anger again, but Longmoer's gaze had turned cold, making him shiver involuntarily.

"Fine, fine, I'll fight, alright!" Mo Tong finally stepped forward reluctantly, glaring fiercely at Wang Feng.

At least, the only one who might have gone easy on him, Yin Fu, had already fought. No matter who he chose among the remaining three, he was bound to get beaten up! Watching someone else beat him up wouldn't be as satisfying, but it would still be enjoyable.

"Your opponent is here." Kela reminded him.

Mo Tong turned his head back sharply, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring intently at Kela: "Woman, choosing me is the biggest mistake of your life!"

"No more talk, let's see who's better!" Kela slowly took her stance.

Beastmen were not adept at soul power; everyone knew this. Their weak soul power could only form a slight defense on their skin, relying mostly on physical strength.

Of course, over time, Beastmen developed a combat technique called "Beast Martial Arts" or "Limit Way," based on the characteristics of natural creatures, pushing their killing power to the extreme.

Of course, the Eight Tribes long ago termed it "devolution."

At this moment, Kela's body was slightly crouched, her hands formed into claws, her eyes gleaming with intensity. Despite her weak soul power, her stance made her seem like a beast facing its predator.

Hei Wukai showed a hint of interest. This Kela... she had a nice figure.

Beside them, Luo Lan smiled slightly: "Beast Martial Arts, a unique combat technique of the Beastmen. They mimic other creatures based on their own traits to enhance their fighting abilities. But honestly, it's not very effective... most of the time, it's just a show in Beastman bars."