Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 84: Chapter 83: King of the White Tower (Part 5)_1

Fu Qian’s violent demolition behavior successfully stirred up a strong reaction.

Amidst the hysterical cheers and screams, as a person with great empathetic capability, Fu Qian seemed to have felt the joy of the crowd and waved to the stands with flair.

Another burst of adrenaline-pumping roars followed, and the rain of gifts nearly filled in the large pit on the arena.

It has to be said, the security of White Tower is rather good, and quickly a team arrived at the arena, their faces almost dripping with sweat as they stared at the big pit.

If the first round’s arena could be patched up and used, this one would basically need to be demolished and rebuilt.

But true to the nature of a place of unrestrained indulgence, after the team fished two bodies out of the pit, they simply said nothing and withdrew.

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This scene increased Fu Qian’s interest in this place by a notch.

From a certain perspective, this fallen place even adheres to rules more than the outside world does.

At this moment, a trembling referee took to the stage, announcing the winner from a distance of eight paces.

When Fu Qian left the field, he was treated like a hero, with lights following him all the way to the preparation room, clearly having become a star of the arena.

“Welcome… back!”

The Female Priestess holding towels and other items stared dumbfounded at Fu Qian’s leg, barely daring to approach.

In fact, not just her, but also the blonde female contestant beside her was staring at him with a grave expression.

It has to be said that her strength is indeed not bad.

Looking at the blonde woman staring at him, Fu Qian gave a positive appraisal.

This young woman, dressed in a sharp combat suit, blonde hair, blue eyes, delicate features, her snow-white skin nearly blending indiscernibly with her similarly colored outfit.

Though she appears fragile, she is far from the level of an ordinary spirited young man; judging by her aura, she’s clearly a Transcendent, possibly even of the Seventh Phase.

“Veil.”

Unexpectedly, responding to Fu Qian’s gaze, the blonde woman took the initiative to step forward and introduce herself.

“Fu Qian.”

Fu Qian nodded.

“Mr. Fu, I must say, your strength is so overwhelming that it brings people to despair.”

Veil’s smile carried a hint of helplessness.

“You flatter me.”

Fu Qian looked at her.

So young and already a Seventh Phase— it’s hard to imagine what drove her to participate in this.

Limb Attachment’s rewards may be irresistible, particularly for ordinary people, but real Transcendents, unless they hit a bottleneck with no hope of promotion, are rarely willing to do such things.

Let alone such a promising character.

White Tower Company might be able to offer something to entice her, but if the rewards were too good and there were too many Transcendents, why would ordinary people like that spirited young man even sign up?

After all, spectacles are comprised of many elements—bullying the weak is also one.

As it turned out, Fu Qian’s judgment was quite accurate; in the second round, Veil encountered an opponent who was also a Transcendent.

With a long and short rapier in hand, she finished the fight in less than two minutes.

In the end, her opponent kneeled on the ground, riddled with wounds on both legs, while her snow-white combat suit didn’t even have a speck of dust on it.

A beautiful fight, although due to the lack of an explosive situation, the reaction it provoked was not even a tenth of his own.

But judging from her displayed strength, as long as she didn’t face him, she was likely to make it far.

Well, scratch that thought!

When Fu Qian stood in the arena for the third time, he shook his head as he looked at Veil opposite him.

He didn’t believe in such coincidences.

With so many contestants, the two most dramatic performers meeting in the third round—there’d be hell to pay if this wasn’t a fix!

Of course, Fu Qian wasn’t going to waste his time questioning the fairness of the draw, as it made no difference to him who he faced.

Besides, he had already anticipated the answer this bunch might give—

There was no rule saying backstage manipulation was forbidden!

Veil also looked helpless, but she seemed to want to struggle a bit more.

After politely bowing, she positioned her rapiers one in front and one behind, watching Fu Qian with vigilance.

“Begin!”

Apparently because Fu Qian was present, the referee skipped the countdown this time and simply announced the start before jumping to the corner.

As he announced the start, the blonde made her attack.

It must be said that her strength was quite good, and her swordsmanship even felt stunning.

The gleaming rapier in her hands turned into flecks of cold light, a long and a short one covering each other, each move aimed at vital spots.

Contrary to what many people thought, although they looked slender, most rapiers were not light, and those without training would find them hard to wield.

The woman in front was obviously the type who had immersed herself in swordsmanship for a long time.

Her delicate movements and reasonable way of applying force, combined with a Transcendent’s speed and strength, gave the impression that the two rapiers in her hands were utterly invincible.

Her left and right motions provided an impeccable defense of her body.

A very upright and honorable style of swordsmanship.

Fu Qian nodded inwardly.

Such true technique-oriented players were rare, and she could be considered a valuable practice opponent.

Although his style was to overpower with brute force, he always held a reverence for technique-oriented fighters.

Therefore, Fu Qian did not choose an overpowering fighting style but tried to slow down his pace, matching her speed.

It was only when their speeds were close that he could appreciate the terror of this technical style.

At first, it was fraught with danger, and several times he almost got his head pierced by the sharp blade.

After narrowly avoiding these attacks, Fu Qian swiftly adjusted his body, trying not to rely purely on speed, but seeking to dodge in the most sensible way.

Soon, the thug’s excellent control over his body took effect, and the rapiers, with their whistling through the air, could no longer get close to him.

A minute later, Fu Qian simply closed his eyes, relying purely on his hearing to discern.

Since becoming a Transcendent, his senses had greatly enhanced, but he had never really taken the time to develop them.

Trying this today, he felt a refreshing change.

By now, Veil had gone from aggressive attacking to finally starting to run out of strength, slowing down her pace.

However, just after her short sword was dodged by Fu Qian again, an ice-blue ray shot out from the tip of the blade, instantly enveloping the surroundings with an icy chill.

Indeed, she still had a trump card!

With a vast gap in strength, she knew to feign weakness, conceal her trump card, and then strike when least expected, hoping for a miraculous effect.

It had to be said that she was a master in both technique and psychology.

But that was as far as she would go!

With an extremely twisted movement, Fu Qian dodged this long-prepared killer move.

The ice-blue beam hit a corner of the ring, exuding cold air and forming a large patch of white frost.

“I concede!”

Witnessing this scene, Veil finally stopped, face full of despair, and surrendered, panting heavily.

Afraid that he would strike to kill?

Well, that might be the case; he had left quite an impression on everyone during the last match.

Before Fu Qian could make a move, the relieved referee promptly declared him the winner and ran off.

The spectators who had been hoping for him to smash a second arena were greatly disappointed, and a buzz of disapproval filled the air.

In that moment, Fu Qian snorted and looked up, glaring at the loudest section of the crowd, his gaze icy cold.

If he remembered correctly, killing spectators didn’t break the rules here.

Of course, he wasn’t so cruel, but the audience didn’t know that.

Indeed, in the span of a breath, that part of the stands fell silent.