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1.37% A World Worth Protecting / Chapter 20: Fight Club

Chapter 20: Fight Club

Editor: Atlas Studios

Sparring with the junior partner does not enhance my twisting technique at all! Wang Baole left the Hallucination realm with anger and helplessness after having his finger bent. He began eating his snacks and pondering. Finally, he clenched his teeth and left the cave abode while munching on the snacks. He departed Ethereal Dao College and headed for Ethereal City.

To Wang Baole, he was in desperate need of actual combat. He had been driven crazy by the senior sparring partner, and more importantly, he realized that although the Great Void Twisting Technique was shameless, it was very powerful in actual combat.

To truly grasp it without being tortured by the senior sparring partner, the only way was for him to spar with other real people. By doing so, he could speed up his mastery.

Therefore, he instantly thought of the fight club.

With this thought in mind, Wang Baole entered Ethereal City and went straight to the fight club. When he passed by a toy shop on the way, he stopped in his tracks as an idea came to him. After entering and exiting, he was no longer in his school robes, and he had an additional… rabbit mask.

I'm a specially-recruited student of the Dao College after all. It's best if I keep a low profile. Wang Baole felt that he had been appropriately prudent. As he touched the mask close to his chest, he felt rather pleased.

The mask made him feel affectionate. By wearing it on his face, he immediately felt that a domineering air could be felt because of his cuteness. It looked quite mighty.

Feeling pleased, Wang Baole walked toward the fight club with his hands held behind his back.

Fight clubs existed in the seventeen main cities of the Federation. Each of them covered a huge area and contained many battle arenas. Everyone was provided with a platform for freestyle fighting. Be it in the past or after the Spirit Inception Era, fighting remained a popular sport.

Ancient Martial Arts underwent a renaissance particularly with the dawn of the Spirit Inception Era. All of humanity began cultivating, causing freestyle fighting to become a popular sport across the Federation.

There were even quite a number of experts with all sorts of Ancient Martial Arts techniques.

No matter the city or time of the day, the fight club was always the loudest spot in the city.

Ethereal City was no exception.

It was exemplified by the very moment Wang Baole arrived. The oval building in Ethereal City, which looked like a giant fist from afar but like an ancient Roman Colosseum close up, had excited shouts erupting from its open roof.

"Come on, let's fight again!"

"Is anyone challenging me? As long as you win, you can take away ten Spirit Stones!"

Uncountable voices filled with belligerence and excitement constantly emanated out of the area. It made pedestrians who passed the fight club involuntarily halt and take a look. Occasionally, there were people eager to try as they stepped into the club.

Wang Baole felt pumped when he heard the thundering voices in the club. A sense of excitement rose in him for no reason as he hastened his footsteps to step into the club.

The moment he walked in, tumultuous voices almost overwhelmed him. In front of him was a massive hall.

The hall was so huge that the ends could not be seen from Wang Baole's position. All he saw in the distance was what appeared to be the hall's center. Erected there was a gigantic crystal ball that was about a thousand feet wide. It was very eye-catching.

Surrounding the crystal ball were countless men and women dressed in different attires. They were chatting with each other while others were looking up information beside the crystal ball.

Apart from that, there were crowds everywhere. The sounds that arose from discussions and cheers made anyone who entered the club feel like they had arrived at a market.

Wang Baole also noticed countless doors in the massive hall. Some were closed shut, and others were open. Any door that was opened would close once someone stepped in. Clearly, those doors permitted entry to only one person.

This place is huge! Wang Baole drew a gasp. Even though he had mentally braced himself while outside, he was still shocked by the interior's sheer size. He squeezed into the crowd after a while. After some probing, he realized that the fight club was split into three levels.

The first level was the hall. The second level was the true combat area of the fight club. As for the third level, it was seldom opened to the public. It was only opened when an important match was held.

There were two methods to get to the second floor. One of them was to enter through one of the four big entrances to the second floor. The other way was to rent an arena. That way, one could accept challenges from others on the second floor as well as challenge others. The doors in the hall were prepared for the latter.

Out of the two methods, the former was easier, but it did not provide for privacy. The latter was clearly safer and more private, but it cost more.

Regardless of which method was chosen, one had to register at the crystal ball in the middle of the hall and pay the requisite Spirit Stones.

If it were anyone else, they might have chosen the method that required less money, but for the Dharmic Armament faculty's Wang Baole, who could write IOUs like it was money, it was nothing. Hence, he walked toward the crystal ball with hands by his back.

I came here to practice the bending of fingers. Spirit Stones and stuff like that just mean putting on a little more meat. With this thought in mind, Wang Baole was increasingly convinced by how extraordinary he was. He registered his identity at the crystal ball and obtained information from it. After learning of the rules, he paid a number of Spirit Stones to rent an arena.

He looked around and saw an open arena door. He directly stepped in, and the moment he entered, the identity verification he had obtained from the crystal ball was recognized. The arena door closed as a gentle female voice echoed.

"Dear customer, welcome to the freestyle fight club. Please take note of your anonymity while in here. If necessary, please mask your face before you enter battle. Regardless of whether you begin a battle or return, all you need is to specify your location and shout 'begin combat' or 'return'." The voice explained the club's rules and raised certain matters that needed his attention.

"It's quite anthropomorphic. Not bad, not bad at all." Wang Baole was very pleased with the implementation as he walked forward.

In front of him was a passageway with the lights around him producing a soft glow. It looked very comforting, and at the end of the passageway was a chamber. Inside it was a bed, a simple table, a chair, and a mirror. The main purpose of this place was for resting. Another purpose was for the visitor to change their clothes or hide their identity.

Standing inside the chamber, Wang Baole regulated his breathing. He felt like he was a general about to head to war as his eyes were filled with a determined look.

This place shall be where I, Wang Baole, shall have my first battle at bending fingers! Wang Baole patted his belly as he took out the rabbit mask. As he slowly put it on, the bearing he exuded changed completely. The adorable rabbit mask and his rotund body were quite jarring.

But Wang Baole was very pleased with his image. After looking at himself in the mirror, he walked straight to the middle of the chamber and looked up before saying two words softly.

"Begin combat!"

The instant he said those words, the ceiling above him opened, and the platform beneath his feet raised him high up, making him appear on the second floor of the fight club!

Boisterous roars louder than the first level immediately inundated him. In front of Wang Baole was an arena enveloped in transparent glass!

The arena was a hundred meters wide. Standing there, one could see countless crowds as well as other similar arenas through the glass!

The arenas on the second floor probably numbered in the hundreds, perhaps above a thousand. There were constant battles taking place in them.

The spectators' cheers and fighters' roars spread out like heat waves. The people there were mostly masked, clearly unwilling to expose themselves.

Wang Baole took a deep breath and looked at his surroundings. His heart could not help but race. This environment was both unfamiliar and stimulating to him. He had learned the rules from the crystal ball previously, so he understood that after renting an arena, he could set the number of Spirit Stones offered and wait for challengers. If the challenger clinched victory, they would win the Spirit Stones offered. Furthermore, one could restrict the challengers' cultivation realm.

And once the challenger was defeated, they would have to pay an equivalent number of Spirit Stones. Similarly, they could also walk out to challenge others. This is what made this place a freestyle fight club.

However, this place did not permit killing. They placed even greater emphasis on the privacy and freedom of their customers. If anyone broke the rules, the club would expeditiously resolve the matter.

As he repressed the excitement in him, Wang Baole quickly set the number of Spirit Stones for his arena. After some thought, he decided to set ten Spirit Stones to attract the attention of others and increase the frequency of his training. He sat to one side and began waiting eagerly for a challenger.

But after waiting for quite a while, no one challenged him despite many people sweeping their gaze over. Many people felt suspicious when they saw Wang Baole's appearance and the ten Spirit Stones. They found it odd.

After all, ten Spirit Stones was quite a sizable amount of wealth.

How long will I have to wait? Wang Baole began losing his patience five minutes later. He looked around and decided to leave the arena and join the crowd. Since no one was challenging him, he might as well challenge others.

I should begin simple. Wang Baole worked his way through the crowds and saw the glass-encased platforms around him. Finally, he chose an arena that awarded one Spirit Stone and walked over.

Sitting cross-legged in the arena was a stout man with a keen glint in his eye. He had a burly body and a cultivation level at the Blood Qi realm. He gave the crowd a hawkish look, and when he noticed Wang Baole's eager eyes, he sneered and curled his fingers at Wang Baole.

"Bunny, come. Spar with me, your grandfather."

Wang Baole glared widely as he directly leaped up and stepped into the arena. Although there was a crowd around him, many of them were not interested in a battle of such a level. However, many people halted to take a look when they saw the burly man's stout figure and Wang Baole's rabbit image.

Upon seeing Wang Baole accept his challenge, the man's eyes immediately lit up. He roared with laughter as he stood up. His ordinary Blood Qi cultivation instantly rose to that of the Physical Seal realm. With a sinister grin, he charged at Wang Baole.

The crowd outside the arena were stunned. The man's cultivation levels before and after were just too disparate.

"I love lowering my cultivation level to lure in bunnies like you. I'll teach you a good lesson today!" The man's laughter echoed as his Blood Qi emanated. He came close to Wang Baole and raised his thick, fleshy palm and smacked at Wang Baole's mask.

Wang Baole almost instinctively raised his right hand as the devouring seed within him activated. He directly used the twisting technique that had distressed him greatly in recent days. As the suction force spread out, the man's body was pulled toward him. The direction of his palm attack changed as he stumbled a few steps.

Wang Baole nearly grabbed the man, but his reaction was extremely fast. With a low growl, he quickly turned his body and successfully took a step to dodge Wang Baole's grasp.

He actually managed to dodge! This infuriated Wang Baole. He closed in on the man, and at that moment, the man was gasping for air. The man could tell that something was amiss as he immediately retreated. At the same time, he gave a soft bellow and clenched his fists before unleashing a barrage of fist blows in a bid to avoid Wang Baole.

Soon, the two were exchanging blows in the arena. To Wang Baole, this was his first battle in all senses of the word, and this man made a very suitable sparring partner. Gradually, Wang Baole began moving faster. The way he attacked also began to change from what it was before. It could be said that he was undergoing a metamorphic change. The glint in his eyes turned brighter as it was filled with excitement.

In contrast, the man's forehead was sweating bullets. He looked like he had seen a ghost, and he had already realized that Wang Baole, who appeared inexperienced, was rapidly improving.

He was even forced to seal off his sweat pores to prevent his Blood Qi from spreading to exchange for greater speed and strength. Even so, he was still no match for Wang Baole, who only effused a cultivation level of the Blood Qi realm.

"Darn it. Where did this bunny come from!" The man became increasingly alarmed. He clenched his teeth, and with a light grunt, he leaped up and extended his right palm. As though he was using a single palm to prop up his entire body, he came charging at Wang Baole. It was the only combat technique he had grasped.

"Cosmic Hand!"

The surrounding spectators were immediately attracted by the battle. Many people exclaimed when they saw the appearance of the Cosmic Hand. But the instant they exclaimed, the situation in the arena changed drastically!

When the stocky man's Cosmic Hand approached, Wang Baole's eyes flashed. The senior sparring partner in the Hallucination realm surfaced in his mind as he directly took one step forward. The devouring seed's suction force instantly emanated as he attempted a snatch!

This attempt made the stocky man's expression change as his palm was once again dragged aside. And this time, he failed to dodge. Instantly, his finger was grabbed by Wang Baole and bent backward ruthlessly!

A tragic cry came out of the man's mouth as his body quivered. His legs went limp as he nearly knelt down. He instinctively tried to pull his finger away, but Wang Baole's hand was like a pincer. Due to the suction force, his struggles were futile. A string of curses ran through his mind as his voice changed in pitch.

"Ouch! It hurts! Let go…"

"Haha, do you admit defeat?" At that moment, Wang Baole was brimming with excitement. He looked at the burly man in front of him and seemed to see a tragic reflection of his recent self. The feeling of bending fingers was excellent and made him feel invincible. He immediately fell in love with the twisting technique.

The crowd outside the arena watched in shock with mouths agape. Moments later, they drew gasps when the burly man pleaded for mercy as he admitted defeat, resulting in an uproar.

"Did… Did he just bend his opponent's fingers?"

"Heavens, to think this can be done… That's just too shameless."


Chapter 21: Call Daddy!

Editor: Atlas Studios

As the crowd booed, the stout man who had his finger bent by Wang Baole quivered. His eyes were filled with tears; the pain from having his finger bent was truly heart-wrenching. It was driving him mad.

The pain was difficult to describe. It felt like all his strength had been drained as an excruciating agony pulsed through his finger like waves. It left his scalp tingling, and he began to hate the fact that he even had fingers.

This experience made his hate intensify, but he did not dare reveal any of it. His body could not help but conform with Wang Baole's motions, afraid that a slight tug from Wang Baole would break his finger.

However, he could not resist feeling a deep sense of indignation. After all, anyone would definitely feel extremely disgruntled if they had their fingers bent while in combat. If he could have gotten away with it, he would have bitten down on Wang Baole's flesh, but now that his finger was in Wang Baole's hand, all he could do was curse inwardly at Wang Baole's shamelessness. He nearly cracked his teeth from forcefully clenching his jaw as he immediately begged for mercy.

"Let go, please. It hurts… I… I admit defeat!"

"Admitting defeat makes you a good child." Wang Baole did not think of himself as a merciless bastard. Feeling deeply satisfied, he released the finger and left the arena while the man had an aggrieved look of fury.

With a pleasant feeling, Wang Baole felt like he had vented most of the feelings he had from being tortured by the senior sparring partner. That feeling made him find the freestyle fight club excellent.

It's not your fault losing to my best move. You can only blame me for being too strong. Wang Baole sighed. He looked as though he was invincible. Had the fatty forgotten the tragic cries he had let out back when his fingers were bent? Clearly, by feeling completely at ease and delighted, he had automatically overlooked the tragic state he had been in while practicing that move.

If gazes could kill, Wang Baole must have had his heart pierced a thousand times by the stout man so as to nullify the hate stemming from having his finger bent.

The moment Wang Baole stepped out of the arena, the surrounding spectators immediately booed incessantly. However, all of that was automatically ignored by Wang Baole.

In his excitement, he happily began searching for other arenas, and soon, he found one. After watching it for a moment, he stepped forward.

His opponent was a very arrogant youth. Upon noticing Wang Baole's impending challenge, he immediately said coldly, "Report your name!"

Wang Baole blinked and didn't answer immediately. He knew that the youth was very fast and agile after watching him. He believed that it would take some time if his opponent kept fleeing. Hence, the best solution was to get his opponent to come forward of his own initiative. When he heard that, a glint flashed faintly in his eyes as he took on a humble stance and cupped his fists to bow.

"I am…"

Before Wang Baole finished his sentence, the youth's eyes flashed as a contemptuous scoff escaped the corner of his mouth. He leaped up and whistled over at an extremely fast speed. He arrived in front of Wang Baole in an instant as he threw a punch.

"Trying to use tricks on me?" Wang Baole's eyes lit up. Not only did he not dodge, he even took one sudden step forward. He slammed toward the incoming youth like a mountain as he roared.

"Come on, fight me head on if you have what it takes!"

The youth sneered. He took a few steps that looked like missteps, but they miraculously avoided Wang Baole and appeared behind him.

"You are so fat. What's more, you are giving me Spirit Stones for free. It must be hard on you." As the youth ridiculed Wang Baole, he threw a right punch at his back.

Before the punch connected, a suction force was emitted by Wang Baole, causing the youth's figure to momentarily jolt under its influence. As the youth's expression changed in shock, Wang Baole turned around instantly. His right hand had a stronger suction force as he snatched his hand forward and grabbed the youth's finger. With a smug smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, he yanked it upwards as he roared, "Kneel!"

A tragic cry came out of the youth's mouth as his body instantly turned limp. He felt an unprecedented pain when Wang Baole roared. As though he had lost control of his body, he subconsciously plopped to the ground kneeling.

"Let go. It hurts; it really hurts!"

Wang Baole glared at the youth. "I hate people who are up to devious tricks. Quickly admit defeat and call me Daddy!"

The youth was pushed to the brink of insanity as he was about to swear. However, the moment Wang Baole used some strength, the youth's voice immediately turned into an even shriller cry as he quickly yelled, "Daddy! Daddy, I was wrong! I admit defeat!"

Wang Baole only felt a comfortable rush as he released his hand with rapturous laughter. He left the arena feeling pleased with himself, and he began searching for his next sparring partner.

The youth in the arena rubbed his finger as he glared furiously at Wang Baole's back. He gnashed his teeth but was helpless. He was simply unable to curb the sense of indignation in him.

This battle had been noticed by the surrounding crowd. Gradually, it attracted the attention of those in the vicinity. There were even some who had seen Wang Baole's two successive battles. Their expressions turned odd.

"Did this fatty come here to bend fingers?"

"That's just too sick. He bends fingers the moment he attacks…"

Wang Baole began his third battle under the watchful eyes of the small crowd. It continued to his third, fourth, and fifth battles. He became more excited the more he fought. His movements became more practiced. From needing some time to bend fingers in the beginning, he could eventually bend a finger accurately in an instant, no matter who his opponent was, once they attacked him.

During this period of time… there were a series of tragic cries coming from the club.

"Heavens, let go!"

"It hurts. It hurts too much!"

"Rabbit, you are shameless. If you have what it takes, don't you bend our fingers!"

"Let go… Daddy, I was wrong. I admit defeat…"

The freestyle fight club no longer felt the same with Wang Baole's appearance. As tragic cries ensued, more and more people paid attention to Wang Baole. The hubbub and discussions spread everywhere, attracting the attention of more people.

"How shameless. He's just too crafty!"

"This fat rabbit doesn't look weak, but why does he enjoy bending fingers and making people call him Daddy?"

"Darn it, he doesn't even spare the fingers of women."

As people discussed the matter furiously, Wang Baole walked out the arena with his hands behind his back. Under the angry gazes of the crowd, he walked with his head held high and his chest puffed out in search for his next sparring partner. He was unafraid since he knew the rules of the fight club.

However, having caused quite a commotion, the expressions of many people in the various arenas would change the moment they saw him. They would immediately close their arenas. This left Wang Baole somewhat depressed. Soon, however, Wang Baole excitedly took out his identity token that had been given to him by the fight club.

There were several challenge notifications. It left Wang Baole in high spirits as he rushed back to his arena. There were already hundreds of people around it. Quite a number of them were familiar faces. They were his past opponents, such as the youth and the first man from before.

When they saw Wang Baole return, all of them glared at him angrily.

"Oh, it's you guys. No rush, your turn will come. To be honest, I understand what all of you are feeling." Wang Baole laughed out loud as he greeted them and went into the arena. The moment he entered, the youth who had tried to pull a ruse but ended up calling him 'Daddy' rushed forward.

"Rabbit, I challenge you!" With that said, the youth used his astounding speed to charge at Wang Baole. He was disgruntled about his loss since he had not been prepared. He was determined to not have his finger bent this time!

However, it only took a few more seconds before his tragic cries echoed throughout the arena.

"Daddy, I was wrong. I admit defeat!"

Wang Baole had bent the youth's finger with a wistful look. He looked at the youth, impressed by his intelligence, before letting go.

However, just after the youth walked out of the arena, he clenched his teeth and turned around before anyone else entered. He charged in again, his eyes bloodshot.

"Again!" He was feeling extremely disgruntled. Although the bending of fingers was painful, he felt that as a student of Ethereal Dao College's Combat faculty, he had to seek revenge. Amid his roar, he changed his strategy. Instead of using his hands, he used his feet.

Clearly, he had underestimated Wang Baole. Soon, his finger was located by Wang Baole as his tragic cries reverberated everywhere.

"Daddy, I was at fault."

In the end, even Wang Baole was shocked. The youth resembled the former him greatly. He would charge in, again and again, moments after admitting defeat. His eyes ended up crimson red as though he wanted to bite someone. Even Wang Baole found it quite frightening.

The crowd around him increased in number as it reached more than a thousand. The people who had their fingers bent by Wang Baole gnashed their teeth in hate. They despised him greatly.

"Shameless, way too shameless!"

"This fat rabbit only knows how to bend fingers. I'm willing to offer one Spirit Stone to whoever takes him down!"

With these people's angry roars, the crowd increased in size as it became even rowdier.

The youth did not let up, but each attempt inevitably ended in him shouting 'Daddy'.

In the end, all ten fingers of the youth had turned purple. He was taken out of the arena on a stretcher looking as though life held nothing for him. Soon, others stepped forward to challenge Wang Baole. They were of all genders and ages.

Much later, a petite girl wearing a kitten's mask ran off in tears after having her finger bent. The surrounding crowd erupted in outrage as a result.

"I can't take it. He actually bent the finger of my beloved Cat Goddess. What a f**ker!"

"I'm still willing to give a Spirit Stone to any expert who can beat the living crap out of that fat rabbit! If you can take off his mask, I'll add on another Spirit Stone!"

Wang Baole looked at the unrestrained crowd outside and instantly shuddered in fear. He quickly closed his arena. Standing there, he coughed dryly and felt that it would be a little embarrassing to show his fear. He patted himself on his tummy.

"That's it for today; I won't continue. The opponents are so weak that it's meaningless." Wang Baole shook his head with a sigh. As the surrounding crowd produced even louder roars of anger, he calmly shouted, "Return."

As the platform sank, he slowly returned to his chamber, which isolated him from the uproar outside.

This club is quite a nice place. Wang Baole heaved a sigh of relief after entering the chamber. Excitement rose up in his chest again as he took off his mask, feeling pleased. He kept the mask close to his chest as he briskly ran down the passageway. When he came out of the door, he was already on the first level.

The moment he walked out, he heard angry bellows from the crowd.

"Who's Rabbit? Do you dare come out?"

"Darn fat rabbit. If you have what it takes, reveal your identity and let us fight here!"


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