Chapter 114 Cheers, Yaksha King

Feeling the seriousness of the other party and the sharp coldness on his neck, Old Wang could only respond helplessly, "Brother, I couldn't even react, how could I counterattack? Should I use my fragile neck to clash with your sword?"

Hei Wukai was slightly taken aback.

Time seemed to freeze for a second.

*Swish!*

The cold blade returned to its sheath in an instant. Hei Wukai put away his icy expression and revealed his usual nonchalant smile, looking at Wang Feng with interest.

Can't react? He didn't believe it.

In fact, he had been looking for an opportunity to test Wang Feng. His intuition wouldn't be wrong. He hadn't expected someone else to have the same idea, and Hei Wu Kai had planned to catch him off guard. But Wang Feng had run straight towards him.

He had almost completely concealed his aura, not leaking a bit of soul power or killing intent—a basic skill of a master. Yet, he still got exposed.

"Wang Feng, stop pretending. No matter what, I won't believe you. I don't know why you're hiding, but I can clearly tell you that I'm not interested in your secrets. I just want to have a good fight with you. Satisfy me, and I won't bother you again."

Old Wang was speechless. Hei Wu Kai was undoubtedly a very confident person, firmly believing in the perception of soul power—a principle of masters. Many life-and-death battles ultimately relied on instinct; denying instinct meant denying oneself.

Damn, even a succubus couldn't sense it, yet this guy did. Yaksas... Holy shit... Could it be...

He couldn't provoke him.

Old Wang understood that this was a real powerhouse, a future Yaksa King!

"If you just wanted a fight, that's simple." Old Wang shrugged, deciding to give the future Yaksa King some face: "I have a good brother named Fantasi..."

"I'm not interested in him," Hei Wukai said with a grin, looking at Old Wang: "I just want to fight you."

"I can't!" Old Wang firmly refused, getting close was one thing, but giving himself up was another: "With my frail body, I'd fall over if touched and get hurt if brushed against. If you fight me, you'll definitely kill me!"

Hei Wukai was both amused and frustrated. He had already opened up about his intentions, yet this guy was still pretending. Did he really think so little of fighting him?

"Brother Wang, I'm just excited by the prospect," Hei Wukai smiled: "If you look down on me, you'll need to be careful. Next time, my blade might not stop, and we'll see which is harder—your neck or my blade."

Without hesitation, he turned to leave, but Old Wang called him back.

"Have you reconsidered?" Hei Wukai asked, turning around with interest.

"I've reconsidered," Old Wang said decisively: "I feel it's necessary to explain properly. We can't let your blade slip. However, it's a long story. Back then..."

Hei Wukai narrowed his eyes, curious to hear what explanation Wang Feng would offer. "This isn't the place to talk. There's no atmosphere. How about finding a place for a drink and chatting while we sip?"

Hei Wukai was initially stunned but then laughed. He hadn't expected Wang Feng to be a kindred spirit.

"I know a great spot," Hei Wukai said cheerfully: "I'll take you there!"

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The best orc taverns in Aurora City were all on Changmao Street.

Unlike during the day when he brought Mo Tong here, the street was now brightly lit, bustling with crowds until late into the night. Red-light districts draped in curtains and night food stalls lined the streets.

The darkness and strong liquor seemed to give the orcs a courage they lacked during the day. Groups of orcs, shirtless and holding bottles, gathered menacingly on the sidewalks, eyeing passersby with naked aggression. The sound of breaking bottles, shouts, and orc roars mixed with the deafening music from the red-light districts, creating a chaotic and wild scene. In reality, some human bosses also operated gray industries here.

"This place looks normal during the day, but at night, even the patrol teams avoid it. Once it gets dark, it's the orcs' territory," Hei Wukai explained, familiar with the area, leading Old Wang through the streets, with vendors smiling and greeting him.

He had thought Wang Feng, being human, would be uncomfortable with the orcs' wild nightlife culture. Instead, Wang Feng showed no surprise or curiosity, acting as if everything was normal, which surprised Hei Wukai.

But an even bigger surprise awaited them.

It was a dilapidated-looking bar with creaking wooden doors, guarded by two burly, shirtless orcs, and a crooked sign above, Black Iron Bar.

Hei Wukai glanced at Wang Feng, grinning mischievously, and deliberately walked ahead, leaving Wang Feng behind.

This bar wasn't open to just anyone. Let's see how you handle this...

But before he finished his thought, he saw Wang Feng stroll in confidently.

Hei Wukai looked back at the door, where the guards waved at them with smiles.

This was the most popular, expensive, and purely orc bar on Changmao Street. It usually only served orcs, and those who came here were well-known for their temperaments. Despite their low status, orcs valued their lives little, making even the wealthy wary. No one dared to cause trouble here at this hour.

When Hei Wukai first started mixing here, he earned his reputation by fighting three times a day, gradually gaining acceptance.

Hei Wukai was puzzled.

Old Wang nudged his shoulder from behind: "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing," Hei Wukai shook his head. The guards must have assumed Wang Feng was with him, but that shouldn't be the case...

Even regular customers bringing new guests should be questioned at the door. This direct entry was unprecedented.

Hei Wukai took a few steps forward and couldn't resist asking: "Have you been here before?"

"No."

Old Wang replied straightforwardly, his gaze scanning the bar.

The low, shabby entrance was deceptive. Inside, the space was vast and luxuriously decorated for orcs.

Smooth stone tiles covered the floor, and the dim lighting created a cozy atmosphere. Booths surrounded by deep brown screens made it hard to see the patrons inside.

At the front was a large stage, where several scantily clad orc women danced energetically. Orcs preferred voluptuous figures—full breasts, wide hips, and slim waists—exuding a unique sensuality.

While many orcs were crude, some clans were quite refined, with slight animal features like tails, enhancing their distinctive beauty. The orc sensuality was truly unique.

Wang Feng looked at Hei Wukai with the eyes of a regular customer, which surprised Hei Wukai a bit. He praised, "Beastwomen, especially the top-notch ones, are truly beautiful, and the experience is unlike anything from other races. Brother Wang, I didn't expect you to be a kindred spirit."

Hei Wu Kai was genuinely delighted. Dealing with a bunch of kids all day had been driving him crazy, but this was Emperor Sakyamuni's order, and he couldn't go too far even if he wanted to.

Old Wang also laughed, "No, no, I'm just here to look and learn from Brother Kai."

"Brother Wang, don't be so modest. Let's not beat around the bush."

"Alright, let's drink. From now on, I'll call you Old Black, and you can call me Old Wang. It's rare to meet someone who shares the same interests." Old Wang said proudly, feeling the music, alcohol, and beautiful women bringing back memories of his past life.

With that, the two of them put their arms around each other.

They found an empty booth and sat down. Immediately, a young beastwoman dressed as a bunny girl came over to take their order.

"Hey, little sister, can I touch your ears?" Wang Feng asked with a smile, reaching out before he finished speaking. However, the bunny girl turned away, dodging his hand, but gave Hei Wukai a flirtatious look, seemingly offering herself for free.

Hei Wukai was a straightforward person and a regular here. With a wave of his hand, he ordered several bottles of the most expensive drinks and slipped a ten-Euro tip into the girl's hand, acting like a true gentleman.

"Holy crap, Old Black, you must have something going on with her; otherwise, she wouldn't ignore my charm!" Wang Feng shouted, slamming the table.

"Haha, if you're interested, I can introduce you to someone later. But first, let's talk business." Despite the jokes, Hei Wu Kai was genuinely intrigued by meeting someone he couldn't read. He really wanted to have a good fight.

After a few cups of beastman ale, Old Wang spoke more candidly, fueled by the alcohol.

In this moment, Wang Feng's eyes sparkled with memories.

"Old Black, honestly, if I had met you a year ago, I would have sought you out for a good fight without hesitation. I prefer action over words. Unfortunately, last year's explosion left me with a bad habit of trying fancy potions. I was researching how to draw soul energy from explosions, which led to my transfer to the Rune Academy. Although I survived the big explosion, it caused my body and soul energy to become incompatible, leading to my current condition. I can barely do anything, let alone fight." With that, Old Wang downed another cup.