Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 88: Chapter 87: King of the White Tower (Part 9)_1

Unwarranted kindness is either deceitful or thieving.

Fu Qian looked at Ji Ping’s fervent face and remained utterly unmoved.

Consider this, as a suspect competitor who has slaughtered many, a strongly mystical organization approaches you directly, exuding an intense level of goodwill, and even extending an invitation to join them – what could their purpose be?

1. They believe you possess unparalleled talent, instantly falling for you, unable to control their admiration, and they decide to put the full weight of their organization behind you, making you an invincible force.

2. A test

As high as Fu Qian’s self-love might be, he still considered the first possibility highly unlikely.

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So, the question arises again, as a competitor with ulterior motives, how should you respond when someone of unclear affiliations tests you?

According to Fu Qian’s life experience, it’s best to make those who test you wary of you.

No matter the nature of their intentions, this was the maximally beneficial method.

Thus, in the midst of all the focused attention, Fu Qian did not speak.

He played with the badge in his hand, wearing a smile that wasn’t quite a smile as he watched Ji Ping until the latter’s expression turned från fervent to stiff.

Clang!

The atmosphere in the bar palpably tensed, and Jenny Ma once again raised her spear.

With a snort, Fu Qian didn’t even glance at her, merely flicking his finger.

The badge nimbly flew out, whirling and spinning on the counter.

By the time the spinning stopped, he had already left the bar, drifting away.

…

Thud!

Only when the sound of the badge hitting the ground rang out did the bar come back to life.

“What’s with the attitude, so many people want to join but don’t get the chance!”

Regaining her composure, Jenny exhaled, still quite indignant about the recent events.

“Heh!”

To everyone’s surprise, Ji Ping, looking in the direction Fu Qian had left, showed not the slightest bit of anger.

“Don’t be mad. Believe me, he’s one of us.”

Amidst a sea of astonished looks, Ji Ping gave a mysterious smile and left them behind, making his way to a room in the back.

“How did it go?”

An elderly voice asked.

“Our interactions haven’t been particularly pleasant for the time being, but I think someone as stubborn as Yibu will definitely dislike him even more,” Ji Ping said confidently.

“Good, if he had accepted outright, it would have been suspicious,” replied the elderly voice with a hum.

“Since he isn’t one of their kind, we’ll find an opportunity to show him our sincerity later on.”

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“These people are really efficient!”

The competition that evening started on time the next day.

In the prep room, Fu Qian noticed that not only had the arena he destroyed yesterday been rebuilt, but the ground had also undergone special reinforcement.

At the moment, all three arenas were a hubbub of activity.

Compared to the day before, the general level of the contestants had significantly improved.

Of course, the proportion of non-Transcendents had decreased as well.

The Female Priestess had had a rigid expression on her face since she entered, clearly indicating that her psychological buildup from the previous day had collapsed.

From this, one could tell that the Rebirth Club’s reputation must be quite poor!

Fu Qian shook his head internally.

However, this was not surprising – from that Jenny woman alone, it was evident that these people had, to some extent, become excessively fanatical.

In such an unrestrained environment, it would be difficult not to become twisted.

Of course, understanding did not mean approval.

Fu Qian had no intention of joining such a perverse organization, but considering their influence, it would be a pity not to make use of them.

Today’s departure in full style was all about the art of “catch-and-release.”

Let’s see what their next move will be.

Hasn’t the wait today been a bit too long?

The clanking of Iron Armor sounded, and Fu Qian looked up to see the bloodstained Black Knight walking in from outside.

If he remembered correctly, this was the second time the Knight had gone out.

Yet there he was, still waiting, which was somewhat abnormal no matter how you looked at it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have good news!”

Right then, the host’s excited voice rang from outside.

“Two rounds of duels have passed, but we still have one Lucky Warrior who hasn’t fought yet, and I believe you all know what this means…”

Wow!

A wave of cheers thundered through the audience.

“That’s right, next up, we’re fortunate to witness a special program we’ve not seen in a long time!”

Huh?

Fu Qian frowned.

“That is, the Lucky Warrior—versus the Forbidden Behemoth!”

In the midst of overwhelming cheers, Fu Qian saw his number appear on the central display.

Shameless, they really are shameless.

The most eye-catching competitor from yesterday was now facing a boss after two rounds of byes.

Isn’t that a bit too obvious?

However, the blatant corruption of the organizers only sparked an intense response from the audience, creating an atmosphere as lively as New Year’s.

Indeed, people love their entertainment!

At that moment, following the host’s direction, the blazing lights shone over.

With the whole arena watching, Fu Qian walked out unruffled.

All the platforms had now sunk into the ground, turning the empty space into a massive gladiator arena.

“So, who will our warrior be facing today? Who indeed is the enemy?”

The host’s voice came again.

“Let’s have our Chief Executive Officer select the final opponent for him.”

The lights shifted, and Bai Jinting stood up in the stands, smiling as he took a tablet.

After swiping a few times, he clicked confirm with a satisfied expression.

“Alright, the warrior’s opponent has been selected. Please give our staff a few minutes to prepare. In the meantime, the audience might like to guess what kind of behemoth will appear!”

The host continued to stir the crowd.

Fu Qian, however, was indifferent to this, his attention wholly on the stands where Bai Jinting was.

The red-haired, black-robed Demigod Yibu was seated not far from Bai Jinting.

Right after stepping out of the ready room, he had felt a peculiar sense of being watched.

Following his gut, he saw it was that Demigod.

Even though Yibu seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, Fu Qian could still feel that every move he made was being tracked.

That Demigod was likely the biggest threat to him now, and a hurdle he must overcome.

As a legendary Demigod, hiding his true strength under his observation seemed unlikely.

No matter how he performed, he was bound to be a prime focus of attention.

Why not try the opposite approach?

Suddenly, after a few minutes had passed, a heavy thud sounded, and a gigantic box over four stories high was placed heavily onto the arena.

A deep growl echoed as the box was rocked violently from the inside.

“That’s right, it is—the Forbidden! Behemoth! Crocodile Demon!”

As the host made the final announcement, the box burst open with a slam.

It’s really a damn Crocodile Demon!

Fu Qian scowled, eyeing the massive creature not far away.

It was a crocodile-like monster with long hair on its back, its massive jaws over 5 meters long lined with fearsome sharp teeth that extended all the way down into its throat.

At that moment, its mouth was almost at a 180-degree angle, letting out an enraged roar.