Chapter 396 y Dumb To Take Advantage Of Someone
Dewey''s opponent in the battle ring was a tall, thin talent whose eyes were sharp as an eagle''s and
palm skills extraordinary.
Dewey put up a fearful and ttering appearance for his opponent, sending the audience into bursts of
His opponent couldn''t help butugh either.
"Well, well, well. I never expected my first opponent to be trash, just like a pig. Alright. If you want me to
spare you, you need to go down on your knees and beg for my mercy. I might spare your life when I''m
in a good mood. Hahaha!"
The tall, thin young man was cocky and felt superior to everyone else, treating Dewey with what he
thought was mercy.
"Damn it! Is Dewey really that weak? Or he is just ying dumb?"
Austin was curious about Dewey''s attitude towards the young man.
What was it about Dewey?
Austin had released his spiritual sense and suddenly, he sensed the craftiness that had crept into
Dewey''s eyes.
Was it what he thought it was?
Suddenly, Dewey contracted his chunky body and turned himself into a meatball, releasing a pressure
that seemed to be quite dangerous. He bounced up towards the tall, thin young man like lightning.
The young man had taken his concentration off Dewey for quite a while now. He had thought that he
could ravage the fat, short wretch in front of him pretty easily. What he had not expected was the
sudden attack that Dewey was staging on him.
Dewey''s meatball self seemed to have great sticity and an amazing speed. Within seconds, Dewey
was almost in the young man''s face.
"AAAARGGGHHH!"
The tall, thin young man seemed to realize that he had been tricked by the fat man.
He roared. There was no time left for him to just make gestures. As a conditioned reflex, his hands
came up before him, blocking his body from harm.
Boom!
The battle ring shook fiercely. The power contained in the meatball was powerful enough that Dewey
had managed to pulverize the young man with a single attack. There was no sign of the young man,
except for some bloody fog.
Wow!
Dewey''s counterattack had shocked the audience into paying close attention to the battle ring.
The fat guy turned out to be just ying dumb.
Each eye that was on Dewey turned solemn and respectful, erasing their earlier disdain and mockery.
Everyone was now reevaluating Dewey''s true strength.
After winning thepetition, Dewey jumped out of the battle ring and returned to Prince Reuben''s
team. He stood beside Austin with a silly smile on his face.
"Dewey, you''re so fierce!"
The more Austin looked at Dewey, the more wretched he thought Dewey was. And he kept ying
dumb all the time. But in fact, his strength was amazing, and he was so ruthless and fierce that he
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spared no life while fighting. Austin thought they were quite simr when it came to their fighting styles.
"I was just protecting my job, Tin. If I meet you in thepetition, please show me some mercy and
spare my life," Dewey grinned at Austin, piling on the ttery.
But Austin knew that anyone who showed their disdain towards Dewey would most definitely be dead.
"You want me to show mercy to you? You mean you want me to admit defeat before fighting?"
Austin said, his brows furrowed in faux-sorrow.
"Well... I don''t mean that. Whatever it is, don''t be so fierce when you beat me, Tin. I don''t want to be
smashed into pieces. Yourbat mode is too scary!"
"What? Are you serious? It looks like you are fiercer than I am. You just smashed someone into blood
fog, for God''s sake!"
Austin said incredulously.
"Ah !"
Dewey said, a wonky, slightly smug smile on his face.
"Fatty, keep it up. Let''s see who actually believes you," Maria said from beside him. She couldn''t help
butugh when she saw Dewey with the same silly expression on his face.
The second round of thepetition, in addition to Dewey, had many other strong yers in the battle
ring to ensure that the audience enjoyed every bit of it.
Among them, a yer on battle ring No. 56 attracted Austin''s attention as well as that of many in the
audience. He was about sixteen years old and was beautiful, with pale skin that most girls would die
for. His hands were pale and fingers slender, and he was such a delight to look at that it felt like there
was magic happening around them.
This boy belonged to the Prince Ernest''s team.
His opponent this time was a man of about 24 years old. The man was tall and heavy and was carrying
a spear on his shoulder—one that was more than one meter long and as thick as an adult''s arm. The
spearhead was made of refined steel and cold iron, shining in the sunlight. Everyone around the battle
ring could feel a great pressure radiating off of him.
But the boy just stood still. Calmly.
The man was domineering, and one could tell just by looking at him squinting at the young man.
The two yers were standing on the battle ring waiting for the other to make a move.
Their clothes fluttered in the wind.
"You know what, little kid. If you get down on your knees on the ground and kowtow three times to me, I
will spare your life.
You can crush your number te when you are at risk, but I can assure you that my speed is so fast
that you won''t have time to react to my spear.
You will then realize that you don''t have the capability or the opportunity of crushing the number te
to save your life," the strong man said disdainfully.
"Of course, you are not the same rank as I am.
Don''t trust yourself too much because it won''t work anyway. This is my warning to you."
There was a fierce aura around the strong man, as if he could almost pierce the sky.
"Thank you for your warning," the boy replied slowly, yet politely.
"But I also have some warnings for you."
"What?"
The strong man said, taken aback.
"You will die," the boy''s reply was concise.
After letting out a loud huff, the strong man burst intoughter.
"You''re crazy, you little asshole. Completely crazy! Do you even know what you''re talking?"
"You will die," the boy repeated.
"How dare you!" The strong man said, enraged, all signs of humor leaving him.
With his spear in his hands and preparing to unleash his full momentum, he was ready to showcase his
professional skill.
But suddenly, he found that neither could he move anymore, nor could he speak. Something was
wrong with his throat.
"You!" With thest of his strength, he forced out a single word from his mouth. What exactly
happened? When the strong man was ready to move, a bright light had shed, lighting up the sky.
A small sharp knife now appeared at the strong man''s throat. No one knew where it came from.
"You''re...too fast!" The strong man''s life gradually went out. His dead eyes still seemed to be staring at
the boy in amazement.
The fighting had seemed so easy that it had ended without anyone showing any skills.
Everyone had just seen a shing white light before the fight had ended.
Austin was shocked at what the boy had done and how he had done it. Doubt reared his head in his
mind, because he hadn''t clearly seen how the boy had thrown his flying knife.
He''d been incredibly fast.
If he hadn''t seen it with his eyes, how could he have avoided the attack?
All the young cultivators were now in fearful, doubtful awe of the boy and prayed inwardly not to fight
with him in the next stage of thepetition. . . .
On Battle Ring no. 32.
A monstrous man stood straight, a ming cloak covering his body. He had to be about 23 years old.
He had an evil-looking tattoo of a scorpion on his forehead.
His opponent was a principal disciple of the Joy Gang, one who was in high fighting spirits.
The evil man didn''t have to do much. He merely looked at the principal disciple, who immediately paled
in panic.
"Leave me alone, leave me alone!"
the principal disciple cried out, utteringplete nonsense by the minute.
The evil man shook his head and left the battle ring, leaving the audience shocked and amazed.
What?. .
No one moved but it''s over?
The principal disciple of the Joy Gang had no chance to counterattack?
Everyone was looking at the battle ring, perplexed.
Then, with a big bang, the principal disciple of the Joy Gang lost consciousness.
Wow!
What kind of a skill was it? He defeated his opponent with a single nce!
That was so incredible!
The cultivators gathering around had gonepletely crazy, unable to understand how it had all
happened.
But Austin had realized that the evil man had used the attack of his spiritual sense power.
Moreover, he had used not only his spiritual sense, but also illusion, just like Violet had cultivated.