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!"
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone