Chapter 158: Distortion

Wu Shaluo pretended not to hear the sarcasm in Muershi's words and casually addressed Berros beside him, "I thought with your personality, you would disdain using a battle of attrition against your opponent." The underlying meaning was that he expected Berros to jump in first.

Berros glanced at him coldly, "Are you implying that I'm physically strong but mentally weak?"

If he hadn't witnessed Wen Ying's power surge, he might have had a chance to jump in directly, but it was only a possibility. Any sensible being knew to wait until the last day.

Berros was quite concerned about Wen Ying's abnormal power display that day. He had intended to observe at what level Wen Ying's power currently was, but in these matches, Wen Ying had resorted to cunning tactics, making it impossible for him to deduce anything.

In this round against Huiguo, he could catch a glimpse of something.

The arena, swaying with silver-white branches, resembled a dreamlike silver sea, unlike the thorns that usually conveyed a sense of danger to demons.

Huiguo's lightning spells kept raining down, while Wen Ying merely evaded and defended. Suddenly, Huiguo felt an immense weight on his body, as if a boulder had crashed down onto his shoulders.

From a distance, Huiguo appeared to be plummeting vertically. The silver-white branches beneath him seemed to come alive, surging wildly, causing some of the demonic spectators to feel their scalps tingle.

As some disobedient branches wrapped around Huiguo's body, they secretly "sucked" a mouthful or two of blood. A touch of red mixed into the silver sea, though it wasn't particularly noticeable.

Despite being a demon, Huiguo could sense his power draining from his body through his blood, but he didn't have the luxury to ponder over it. Just now, his body had been so heavy that when he fell among the branches, he discovered that the tournament platform was enchanted with gravity magic. Wen Ying, that maniac, had evenly placed his cursed magic cards here without his notice.

A single gravity spell couldn't make him plummet straight down, but Wen Ying had stacked at least ten of them! The residual magic fluctuations distorted Huiguo's features in anger.

Now that the gravity spell had dissipated, his black wings and body were entangled by countless branches, bound layer upon layer. Lightning magic couldn't deal significant damage to these plant-like creatures, so Huiguo condensed metal arrows to slash away the branches constraining him.

Initially, he thought that cutting off these branches would do the trick, but he hadn't expected the speed at which he condensed the metal arrows to sever the branches to be slower than the rate at which new ones replenished!

He was about to unleash a powerful move when the vines simply threw him off the platform.

As he landed outside the arena, sitting on the cold tiles, Huiguo was momentarily stunned.

Wen Ying said nonchalantly, "There's still one slot left for morning challenges."

Though the round-robin matches were somewhat unfair, they still showed a semblance of humanity or demonic nature? There was no mandatory requirement for the first-place winner to accept challenges around the clock. Instead, specific challenge hours were set: 9 am to 11 am and 3 pm to 6 pm. Participants also got a half-hour break after each match.

In an instant, Huiguo unleashed a barrage of profanities, his eyes ablaze. A stream of "elegant" words continuously poured out of his mouth.

Muershi looked slightly surprised. "Wu Shaluo, I had no idea your cousin had such a way with curses."

Wu Shaluo's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, veins pulsing on his forehead. He raised his hand to press against the throbbing vein, pretending to be calm and composed. "Meeting Wen Ying, I would have cursed even if I didn't want to."

The fifth opponent was another devil from their class. Wen Ying sent him down with the branch as usual.

The devilish audience found it ridiculous; it was like watching nothing at all. As they left, most of them criticized Wen Ying for lacking the ferocity of a devil. If not for the ranking match rules, Wen Ying would have lost long ago.

Wen Ying flew off the arena and saw Beros sitting in the front row, looking at him. He flew over and said, "Am I cool?"

Beros replied with certainty, "You're holding back."

Wen Ying was taken aback. He casually changed the subject, "Holding back? How much do you want me to let loose?" As he spoke, Wen Ying wrapped his arms around Beros' well-built biceps.

Beros instinctively jerked away, "Stay away from me."

"Didn't you say I should let loose?" Wen Ying shrugged, his expression and demeanor implying, "It's your idea, now you're being unreasonable."

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Boros, free from any further discussion with Wen Ying about his recent "awkwardness," left hastily as if being pursued by ghosts.

Each time Wen Ying touched him, an uncontrollable shiver ran through his body, like an electric current shooting up from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head.

Essence approached from the side, marveling, "Even Boros has moments of flight. Wen Ying, you're quite skilled. Would you like me to teach you more of the succubus' magic?"

The term "succubus' magic" sounded quite unserious when spoken by Essence, and his expression was highly ambiguous, his voice as playful as the curl at the tip of his tail.

Wen Ying, having seen it all before, responded, "Your succubus magic is indeed quite effective."

With one sentence, Wen Ying dispelled the sultry atmosphere that Essence's words had created.

Essence's lips curved downward, his smile fading.

"I'll go eat first."

Muershi was waiting for him at the door, engaging in small talk as they walked to the cafeteria. Once there, Muershi asked, "Did you hold back when you hit Huiguo? Why didn't you take the opportunity to strike harder?"

Thinking to himself that he might have to pay medical bills if he overdid it, Wen Ying knew that he still couldn't control his strength well. He feared incurring a hefty compensation for excessive force.

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