Chapter 151 No Retreat

A wave of regret swept through the crowd. There was definitely a chance to win; this pale-faced guy was too cunning. After all, it was their home field, and the Rose disciples were never stingy with their ridicule.

Even though he won, Shamo Dou looked displeased as he walked off with a grim face. He had no choice; even his Soul Overlord Skill couldn't break through, and without a weapon, he would likely lose if he continued.

Winning ugly is better than losing.

The Rose disciples, who hadn’t expected much from Fantasi, started cheering and hollering.

"Wow, you can take a beating!"

"Though you lost, Shamo Dou isn't that great either. Against the last-ranked disciple of Rose Martial Dao Courtyard, he’s just as bad!"

"I bet he only joined the other side because he couldn’t handle it here. It's like a garbage dump over there!"

After all, he was still one of their own. Regardless of how they felt about him, they were united against outsiders now. Fantasi began bowing to everyone, acting as if he had won.

To be honest, being bullied all the time, this was the first time Fantasi received "praise." His face lit up like a flower; he was genuinely happy.

Mo Tong, with a smug look, picked up the money bag and H8 from the ground, not forgetting to greet Mu Mu: "Hey, thanks!"

Mu Mu managed to keep his composure, but Cai Yunhe felt like dying. That H8 was meant to be a birthday gift for his girlfriend, which he had just gotten yesterday. Damn...

"Captain..." Cai Yunhe asked with a pained expression.

"Shut up, I'll get it back later!" Mu Mu said sternly, his face turning green. Mentioning it now was just asking for ridicule.

He turned to look at Wang Feng and the others, who were grinning widely: "Never seen money before? Why so giddy? You know Rose is poor, but didn't expect you to be so greedy. You lost, next round!"

Old Wang rolled his eyes but quickly asked eagerly: "Captain Mu Mu, want to bet again? To be honest, I've saved up some money."

Bet your ass, Mu Mu thought coldly, giving Old Wang a sharp glance.

"We are disciples of the Holy Sanctuary; public gambling is disgraceful. Captain Wang Feng, let's begin!"

Wang Feng didn't care about Mu Mu's expression and patted Wu Di on the shoulder: "Wu Di, this one's yours. Go all out. Look, even Fantasi made them scramble. Who’s afraid of who? Show them the might of the Beast Clan. You can do it!"

It must be said that although they lost, the first battle did give the Rose disciples some hope. They were starting to have expectations for this duel. With Miss Li around, Wang Feng, despite being a flatterer, had Karida backing him. What if someone else won a match?

Many people started imagining scenarios, feeling uplifted and their blood boiling. Now it all depended on the two Beast Clan members.

Rose went first in the second round. Everyone looked at Captain Wang Feng, wondering how he would deploy his troops.

"Wu Di, come, close your eyes and take a deep breath," Old Wang patted Wu Di's shoulder sincerely: "Think about your training these days!"

Wu Di closed his eyes involuntarily, then Mo Tong, Hei Wukai, Jiaobaoba, and the little girl's face illuminated by the firelight...

Wu Di shivered and quickly opened his eyes.

"Are the opponents scarier than these three?" Old Wang asked seriously.

Wu Di shook his head vigorously. He felt Hei Wukai was okay, always smiling and joking with him. Winnie was scarier. As for the opponents... they didn't seem intimidating.

"Do you know why Fantasi fought so well? Because of daily training. You’ve trained harder and more fiercely than him. You are a descendant of the Beast God. Believe that the gods will see you. Even if they don't, believe in the captain's potions!" Old Wang waved his fist earnestly: "Why does the captain invest so much in you? Not just because he's kind and great, but also because you have talent. You are strong. No matter who the opponent is, go and fight. Remember, control the rhythm!"

"I am talented! I am strong! Control the rhythm!" Wu Di muttered to himself.

Then he slapped his face hard and strode onto the stage.

"Holy crap, Wang Feng, you’re too cruel," Mo Tong couldn't help but say: "You’re tricking the Beast Clan kid; he’ll get killed..."

"You’ll get killed," Old Wang glared at him: "Cursing who? Our Wu Di is very strong. He’s been training so hard. Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t understand!"

"You don’t understand! No matter how much he trains, he’s still a Beast Clan member, with innate..."

Mo Tong wanted to argue further but felt Kela’s cold gaze.

Damn, this Beast Clan girl’s stare was making him uneasy. What’s going on? I’m doing this for your good!

Mo Tong paused, glaring back defiantly, but the initial glare weakened his momentum. He forgot about arguing with Old Wang.

Seeing Wu Di stride onto the stage confidently, the spectators from Judgment laughed.

"Is this Beast Clan member really going to fight? I thought he was just a figurehead for their expansion policy. By the way, doesn’t Team Old Wang have any substitutes?"

"Haha, who wants to be a substitute for a Beast Clan member? How about you?"

"Get lost, you’re the substitute, your whole family is!"

Amidst the laughter and banter, Mu Mu designated the fighter: "Feng Wuyu."

A slender man with delicate features stepped forward, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Yin Fu was not comparable to humans. Early human exorcists primarily dealt with harsh environments, beast curses, and sea clan arcanas. As they evolved, exorcists mastered enhancement and attack spells and could support gun usage, making them formidable in team battles. However, in one-on-one combat, it wasn’t their specialty.

But when facing a Beast Clan member, the situation changed. Exorcists’ understanding of soul power easily suppressed Beast Clan members, akin to an adult dominating a child.

Despite the captain’s pep talk, Wu Di’s performance... was worse than Fantasi’s. He wasn’t trembling, but he looked wooden, with no hint of strategy or intelligence in his eyes.

Feng Wuyu observed the Beast Clan member with interest. Honestly, this was his first time facing a Beast Clan member in a formal setting. He directly exerted his soul pressure.

Wu Di felt it. In the past, he would have trembled under such pressure, even cowering. But after enduring Winnie and Hei Wukai’s soul pressure training, he was slowly getting used to it. Compared to those two, Feng Wuyu’s soul pressure felt light and ineffective. Although it still affected him somewhat, the psychological pressure had vanished.

This gave Wu Di some confidence. If he could withstand the pressure, he had a chance to win. Without hesitation, he charged at Feng Wuyu!

Feng Wuyu couldn’t help but smile. Truly innocent.

Exorcist spell—Mud Swamp Curse.

Instantly, the once fierce Wu Di was as if bound and fell to the ground. Wu Di struggled to get back up, but the crowd of Holy Sanctuary disciples burst into laughter. The Rose disciples were helpless; there was simply no way around it. Exorcists had an overwhelming advantage over Beastmen. They had hoped this Beastman would be different, but...

After all, he was representing their side. Joking around was one thing, but at this moment, they could only hope for a miracle. Of course, cheering for a Beastman was out of the question.

Why should they?

The entire arena echoed with taunts from the Holy Sanctuary disciples. "Wow, Beastie, get up! Be brave and stand up!"

"Beastie, come on, don't lose too quickly!"

Wu Di gritted his teeth and stood up. Winnie was truly furious; she wanted to throw her fireball and burn these guys to ashes. "Old Wang, you idiot, you should have let Wu Di go first."

Wang Feng shrugged helplessly, "You can run from the first day, but not from the fifteenth."

A Beastman without awakening faced a severe disadvantage against spells and witchcraft, but this wasn't something that could be avoided. In any world, the weak were treated poorly. This was a hurdle both Wu Di and Kela had to overcome, and it was better to do so within the Holy Sanctuary than outside.

Wu Di charged at Feng Wu Yu again, but his speed was noticeably slower. However, he managed to resist the binding effects of the Mud Trap Spell, which surprised Feng Wu Yu. But at this speed, Feng Wu Yu could easily use H8 attacks, yet he didn't.

With a graceful rune array blooming in his hands, another spell was cast: the Holy Sanctuary's Weakness Spell.

Wu Di felt as if all his strength had been drained away. Despite having endless power and a firm will, his body went limp. His teeth clenched, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, yet he could only move like a turtle.

"Wow, so fast! Keep going, you'll be home by next year!"

"Beastmen should go back to farming. How dare they dream of being heroes? Keep dreaming!"

The jeers spread throughout the arena. Only the mocking voices of the Holy Sanctuary disciples filled the air. Despite having over a thousand people, the Rose side remained silent. These two Beastmen were anomalies. They had once been cursed, spat upon, and beaten during training, just like how their crude nature made them outcasts. They genuinely disliked these two Beastmen, but after half a year, they had gotten somewhat used to them, treating them like animals.

Yet, seeing so many outsiders insulting them now, something felt off.

The insults pierced their ears, but Kela remained expressionless, and Wu Di merely gritted his teeth, his fists digging into his flesh, unable to break free from the curse's grip.

Feng Wu Yu smiled. He wanted to make up for his earlier embarrassment. Another rune array shone between his hands, and the third spell was cast: the Holy Sanctuary's Tremor Spell.

This spell caused the cursed to tremble uncontrollably. For humans, soul energy usually resisted it, causing only minor shaking that might affect precision. But on a weakened Beastman like Wu Di, it induced violent shuddering beyond control.

With just three simple spells, the Beastman was rendered helpless.

Feng Wu Yu grinned, pulling out his H8 and aiming it at Wu Di. "Tell me, should I shoot above or below? Where should I aim? What do you think?"

Feng Wu Yu spread his arms, ignoring Wu Di behind him.

"Shoot his balls!"

...

"This filthy creature should kneel and beg for mercy!"

Feng Wu Yu waved his H8. "You heard them. Beastmen don't belong in the noble Holy Sanctuary. You should be picking trash, finding work suited to your kind. Kneel down and say you're sorry, or I'll blow your head off!"

Feng Wu Yu aimed his H8 at Wu Di. At this distance, a direct hit would be lethal.

Wu Di's body trembled as he stared at Feng Wu Yu, saying nothing. He wanted to fight back, to break free from the curse, but he couldn't. Yet, even if he died, he wouldn't give in.

Holy Sanctuary's Needle Curse!

The spell inflicted excruciating pain as if needles were piercing the bones. Without resistance, it was akin to torture. Instantly, Wu Di convulsed, blood streaming from his seven orifices.

Winnie gnashed her teeth in anger. She could tolerate being bullied herself, but not others. Suddenly, she kicked Wang Feng. "Think of something!"

Wang Feng nearly stumbled. "Wait a bit longer."

"Wait for what!" Winnie shouted, but Wang Feng suddenly turned around. "I said, wait a bit longer!"

His voice resonated in Winnie's mind, silencing her.