I Can Do Anything?-Chapter 33: I can do anything!
Chapter 33 - I can do anything!
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Ren Zhexi laughs as he sends fist after fist at the shielded Fatty Wang. "Give up fatty!"
Fatty Wang grunts and desperately tries to hold on.
The audience worries for Fatty Wang, as they see him as a loyal and heroic figure.
To see him getting pummelled like this...
"Fatty Wang! Hold on!"
"You can do this!"
The crowd is as loud as ever, but this makes Fatty Wang want to win all the more.
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"Yes... that's right!"
Fatty Wang suddenly moves his arms, holding his two palms out in front of him.
Ren Zhexi, still caught in his barrage, doesn't notice the shift in position, and his fists catch on Fatty Wang's palms.
"Shit!" Ren Zhexi is very familiar with this move, and his face turns blue.
"The stuck-palm technique!" Ren Zhexi rages.
Just like with Xuan Wu, Fatty Wang brings his fist around and whacks Ren Zhexi's face.
"Damn you!" Ren Zhexi roars, jumping on Fatty Wang.
He starts bouncing on Fatty Wang's head, and Fatty Wang quickly turns nauseous.
He desperately claws at Ren Zhexi, causing Zhexi to jump off of him.
They both adjust their breathing as they take a small break.
Fatty Wang suddenly grins, and lunges at Ren Zhexi.
Ren Zhexi yawns, and sends a sucker punch at Fatty Wang, causing him to tumble back.
"Argh!" Fatty Wang groans, his knees buckle under Ren Zhexi's force, and his head falls.
"Surrender, I've had enough."
Suddenly, a terrifying aura emanates from Ren Zhexi.
"You! You fatty, will feel my wrath! Hrahh! Pangu, I call upon your power!" Ren Zhexi begins chanting, his mouth muttering silently. His robes rip off to reveal a muscular frame. Red veins surge violently across his chest, you could even see the blood surging vehemently through his stream.
Fatty Wang backs up fearfully, taking a stance.
"What kind of power is this? Isn't he only in the third layer of qi gathering!?" The audience whispers, voices full of fright.
Ren Zhexi cackles madly, his eyes rolled over in pure arrogance. "This! This is my ancient inheritance! The reason those higher layered scum are scared to go against me!"
Right after those words were spoken, Fatty Wang drops his guard, accepting defeat.
It shouldn't even be called a fight—more like an attempted murder.
"Ancient inheritance? You've got to be fucking with me." Fatty Wang says, putting up his middle finger.
"Well fuck you and your ancient inheritance! I give up!"
A wind blows, and Ren Zhexi returns to normal.
He looks at his hands like it wasn't under his control, and then looks towards the blue crystal, the one that had the announcer behind it.
Ren Zhexi grits his teeth, and bows towards it.
"Thank you for the fight..." He pushes out, licking his teeth. He turns to Fatty Wang and grins, and then lunges away.
Fatty Wang, in total confusion, also bows towards the blue crystal. "T-thank you for the fight?" He blinks, and then spits.
"Fuck! Well, what's a fatty to do when calamity is near?" Fatty Wang shakes his head and pounds his belly, and then turns towards the gate which connects the battleground to the stadium.
All the while, Xuan Wu watches absentmindedly. "Ancient inheritance?"
He contemplates. "Is he the talent that awoke? Hmm..."
"Hey, brother Xuan"
Xuan Wu turns around to see Zi Rougang, still in bandages.
"Oh, brother Zi." Xuan Wu smirks, leaning back.
"How were the fights." Zi Rougang stretches, taking a seat.
"Well, Fatty Wang lost and..." Xuan Wu explains, whilst Zi Rougang nods along.
Suddenly, Fatty Wang appears in front of them, his face red.
"Damn that Ren Zhexi, thinking he's all tough with some 'Ancient inheritance' bullshit, I spit on him! And his ancient inheritance!"
Xuan Wu watches as the fatty complains, watching his cheeks flap around, watching spittle flying everywhere.
"What am I doing?" He looks at his hands, and his vision goes blurry.
The sounds around him fade, replaced by a peaceful silence.
"Am I really a cultivator? Or am I just wearing a fragile mask?" His hands start trembling.
"I'm really just a cheater aren't I? Yet I don't even utilise my cheats... that must make me..."
"A loser."
"But how could that possibly be!" Xuan Wu abruptly stands up, still in this ominous space.
"I just wanted to cultivate normally, to see how far my talent would take me..."
He paces around, and then suddenly pauses.
"Wait... that's right!"
He opens his profile...
[Name: Xuan Wu]
[...]
[Age: 13/150 (+/-)
Xuan Wu suddenly laughs, a laugh so loud and boisterous that it breaks the ominous space.
"That's right! What am I stressing about!"
Fatty Wang and Zi Rougang recoil, Xuan Wu just suddenly stood up and started shouting nonsense.
"I can do anything!"
Almost immediately after speaking those words, he starts dancing around, laughing like a beggar who had just won a billion dollar—no, more like an obsessed old monster on the brink of death who had just attained immortality.
That's how joyous he was!
In that brief interlude, he realised something important, an insight from beyond the heavens!
Why stress about your cultivation, your ego, your lifespan, when you could literally change everything!
Live your life to the fullest, and then expand your lifespan!
"The day of rapture!"
He grins ear to ear, meanwhile Fatty Wang and Zi Rougang are frozen, wide eyed.
"T-this guy... did he go crazy?" Fatty Wang stutters, gulping afterwards.
"N-no, Brother Wang, I think you broke him... let him beat you for a moment, I want to confirm something." Zi Rougang takes a deep breath.
Xuan Wu turns to the duo and chuckles.
"I don't give a shit! About anything! About this competition, this sect, this world! Everything is mine! Haha!" He continues dancing, even beckoning to the surrounding disciples to join him.
Fatty Wang shakes his head. "He's too far gone... I must owe him an apology."
Zi Rougang nods.
Suddenly, the blue crystal shines, and the announcer's voice comes through.
"The first segment is over!" The announcer shouts.
The top three disciples who will make it to the second segment are announced.
Ren Zhexi.
Huo Shi.
And... Zhen Lei.
Fatty Wang gasps. "I didn't make it in!"
Zi Rougang shakes his head. "Calm down, remember, he said whoever wins the most battles will make it higher and higher."
Fatty Wang nods back, already understanding. "You're right, I was just depleted so I didn't take much battles."
The audience already starts standing up, as the second segment is the next day.
Fatty Wang, with his hands on his knees stands up and coughs.
"I'll need to hone my skills... strengthen my cultivation!"
Zi Rougang clenches his fist, and nods. "The truth is... I need to solidify my ego!"
He turns to Xuan Wu.
"And... what about you, brother Xuan."
Xuan Wu turns to him with a smile. "Me? I'll cultivate if I feel like it, practice martial arts when I'm bored, and sleep when I'm tired." He laughs joyfully and skips away.
Zi Rougang stares blankly at his fading back. "He's a lost cause."
Fatty Wang shakes his head, and jumps, leaving the stadium with a fast sprint.
Zi Rougang exhales. "I wonder how Zuo Lingxin is doing..."
