I Can Do Anything?-Chapter 28: Finale

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"Stage two! Jia Hui wins!"

"Stage three! Shen Shu wins!"

The first fights were already over, and none were as interesting as Chen Xi's fight.

Up above, even higher than the elder stands, is the sect leader pavilion.

Here, sect leader Gao Yong along with the two other sect leaders and Abbot are seated.

"Brother Gao, that Chen Xi was quite marvellous!"

Liu Guo's high pitched voice makes Gao Yong wince a little.

Abbot Zhi nods, snacking on a banana. "Hoohoohoo, how little dignity your elders have, shouldn't you educate them, brother Gao." He laughs, along with the other two sect leaders.

Sect leader Gao Yong smiles and shakes his head. "My elders... they are quite a bunch."

"Haha, you're right, a bunch of fools!" Shi Fen, the sect leader of Interior Starlight Sect chuckles, secretly glimpsing at Abbot Zhi for approval.

Abbot Zhi nods towards him, giving him a small hand sign, which in turn excites Shi Fen.

Sect leader Gao Yong leans back, drinking tea.

"Say, brother Gao, do you have any idea of who is fighting next?" Liu Guo annoyingly speaks, asking a question.

"I don't decide it." Gao Yong replies nonchalantly

"Then who does?" Abbot Zhi asks curiously, finishing his banana.

"The announcer does."

"Huh?"

The blue crystal shines yet again, and the announcer speaks. "For the next three fights, we have..."

Xuan Wu was disappointed in the further fights, cultivators in the layer 1-2 qi gathering fight just like mortals.

Suddenly, a man in white robes appears in front of Xuan Wu and Fatty Wang, hands them a ticket, and then disappears.

Fatty Wang is visibly scared, wiping sweat from his brow. "W-woah...!"

Xuan Wu chuckles, and then checks the ticket.

His eyebrows raise.

"They concluded that I'm in the third layer!"

Fatty Wang gasps. "W-what! Are you serious? Aren't you a low-grade talent?"

And then he jumps up. "That means we can get into a fight with eachother! Haha!"

Xuan Wu sits back, shaking his head.

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The fights continue, a dance of amateurs.

Suddenly, the announcers voice perks up Xuan Wu and Fatty Wang.

"Third stage, Zi Rougang versus Dong Shui!"

"Zi Rougang?"

"Dong Shui?"

They look to each other, grinning.

"This'll be interesting..."

At the battlegrounds.

Each disciple arrives at their respective square, bowing to eachother.

Zi Rougang stares at Dong Shui.

"You... aren't you the one who told me to avoid Xuan Wu?"

Dong Shui thinks for a second, and then has a look of remembrance.

"Ah yes, you're right."

He nods.

Zi Rougang's eyes narrow, and he steps closer.

"Why?"

"Huh?" Dong Shui gets into a fighting position.

"Why would you say that?"

Zi Rougang growls, and then rushes at Dong Shui.

Dong Shui throws his arms up, blocking Zi Rougang's advance.

He then grabs his right arm and slams him onto the ground.

"Kah!" Zi Rougang spits out blood.

Dong Shui then leaps back, controlling his breathing.

Zi Rougang gets up and roars, channelling his qi.

Being at the second layer of qi gathering, he has nearly double the qi of a first layer.

Zi Rougang grabs a sword strapped to his back, rushing at Dong Shui.

Yet Dong Shui continues blocking his attacks effortlessly.

"Damn it!" Zi Rougang struggles, no matter what he does, he just can't seem to get past. It's like Dong Shui is toying with him.

Tears build up in his eyes, his cultivator ego is repeatedly getting squashed.

For qi gathering cultivators, their ego is one of the most important parts of what makes them cultivators.

In the foundation establishment realm, cultivators craft their mindset, with some being peaceful and serene, some being barbaric and ruthless, and some even having the mindset of a humble mortal.

Up in the stands, a random first layer qi gathering cultivator sobs.

"Please, don't lose, I put my entire life on you! All of my gold!" He stares at the Zi Rougang who keeps getting blocked.

Next to him, Xuan Wu and Fatty Wang rage.

Fatty Wang fat jiggles as he yells and shouts. "Damn it, stupid Dong! Get him! Zi Rougang, get him!"

Xuan Wu has equal amount of rage as Fatty Wang, Zi Rougang is a friend after all, while Dong Shui made him lose face.

"Kill him! Kill Dong Shui!" Xuan Wu licks his lips, Fatty Wang trembles a litte.

Back at the square, Dong Shui locks eyes with Zi Rougang.

And then.

He runs into his sword.

Zi Rougang gasps as blood spills, a large cut appears from Dong Shui's chest to his right arm

Dong Shui kneels, tears in his eyes. "P-please, I concede, I'll do anything!"

The audience pauses for a moment, and then a commotion arises.

"No way! What just happened!"

"Are you serious!?"

"Yes!"

"No!"

Xuan Wu blinks, Fatty Wang jiggles, and the random first layer cries tears of happiness.

From the elder stands, the clan peak elder slams his fist, grinding his teeth. "What the fuck..."

The Righteous Peak elder, in which Zi Rougang is part of, has about three elders, compared to the only one elder every other peak has.

First peak elder claps his hands, cackling. "Good, good, good!"

In the middle of all these chaotic reactions, Xuan Wu suddenly gulps nervously.

"Hold on... check his profile."

[Dong Shui]

[...]

[Recent Alterations:]

[Because you gave him the 'Humiliation' kink, it contrasted with his original nature, causing his mind to spin around and now he has gained 'Borderline Personality Disorder']

Xuan Wu's face is grey, with a locked smile.

"Are you serious? I broke his mind?"

He nervously chuckles, looking at the kneeling Dong Shui.

"Stage four, Zi Rougang victory!" The announcer speaks.

It seems the other stages don't really care, as they continue fighting, unlike the Chen Xi battle.

Zi Rougang shivers a little, and then grunts.

"Damn it, how humiliating..."

He walks back, making his way out of the battlegrounds, until he locks eyes with Zuo Lingxin up in the stands.

"Z-Zuo Lingxin!"

He shouts, excitement in his eyes.

But then Zuo Lingxin looks away. Like she doesn't care for him.

He stands there, confused.

"Come on, move!"

The announcer shouts, causing Zi Rougang to continue moving. He rubs the back of his head, sweating a little. "Maybe she just didn't notice me... but how?"

Stuck in his delusions, he exits.

Meanwhile, in stage two, a very heated battle is going on between two fatasses.

The first fatass, fatty Ling, locks arms with the second fatass, fatty Wu. Like sumo wrestling.

"Damn it, how dare you make light of my father's death! I should extinguish your soul!"

"Shut up, kowtow to this old man one thousand times and I'll forgive you!"

Despite only being fourteen, they seem to act like old masters.

"Hrrahhh!" One of them throws a fist at the each other, causing a heap of fat to jiggle.

Their sweaty bodies slap against each other, their fat slipping and rubbing against each other.

"Take this!"

"Hah, how about this!"

They start crying, tears fall from their eyes, making their faces wet.

"How could you, you were my best friend!"

Fatty Wu shouts in pure agony.

"It was for your own good! Damn me!"

fatty Ling collapses in pain, dragging fatty Wu with him, and then he gets on top of him.

Pow!

Pow!

While on top of him, he repeatedly punches his face.

"Why did you make me do this!?"

His tears fall.

Glancing at fatty Wu's face, he feels a tang of pity and regret. Blood is all over his face.

The blue crystal shines. "Stage two..."

Similar occurrences were taking place on other stages, to put friends up against each other...

That is the outer competition.

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