Chapter 1718: The Legend of the Clothes-Stripping Crazy Demon

Bu Fang stepped into the lively fighting pit. Whitey followed at his side. Foxy sat on its shoulder, while Shrimpy was curled up atop its head, spitting bubbles.

There were more people in the fighting pit than Bu Fang had expected. They were all nobles from District C. He could understand why there were so many people here when he thought about the size of District C.

Soon after stepping through the gates, someone came to greet Bu Fang. It was a guard wearing black armor. His duty was to guide the contenders for titles like Bu Fang.

“Please come with me, my lord,” the guard said respectfully.

Bu Fang nodded and followed him. The guard did not talk much, but his aura was not weak, and he seemed to be a well-trained expert. He led Bu Fang to a small room around the fighting pit.

“My lord, with the viscount’s token, you are entitled to a room in the fighting pit. This will be your base, and your registration number is tied to it as well,” the guard said. After that, he left the room and closed the door. It was as though his sole duty was to guide Bu Fant to his room.

The departure of the guard did not bother Bu Fang much. He looked around the room. It was not big, but it had everything that should be there. Its furnishings included a couch made of divine beast skin, a wooden table, chairs, and a variety of strange protection arrays.

He sat on the couch. His bottom sank deep into the soft cushion—he could not help being intoxicated by the comfortable feeling.

His number was 9537, which was also the number of the room. It was a very important number.

Countess Xia Qiu had said that if he wanted to get from District C to District B, he would have to fight all the way through, and this fighting pit was his starting point. Based on his number, there were more than nine thousand contenders for the title.

There were more arrays in the room. One of them in the corner was the registration array. Bu Fang just had to send his mental force into it to successfully register himself, but he was in no hurry to enroll.

Sitting on the couch, he poured himself a glass of wine and drank slowly. He looked at the protection array in front of him. It was showing a battle taking place right in the middle of the fighting pit.

It was a battle between two Saints of the Great Path. One of them was a noble from District C, and the other was from District B. They seemed to have been teleported to a star and were fighting there.

Terrifying curse power kept spreading in all directions, and powerful energy swept across the air like a flood. The entire surface of the star was pockmarked by their attacks. The destruction caused by the battle between Saints of the Great Path was certainly horrible.

In fact, every District C noble who wanted to make it to District B was a Saint of the Great Path. Being able to enter District B was not only an upgrade in status, but also a great honor.

It was a bloody battle. The curse power was constantly corroding the noble of District C, causing his flesh to fall off, which looked very creepy. Such a scene was so horrible that it could easily have a great impact on the spirits of those who saw it.

However, this was quite normal. There was a price to be paid for glory.

The District B noble was very strong—he dealt with the District C expert with ease and even had the mood to laugh. There was a gap between the Saints of the Great Path in District C and District B. After all, the cultivation resources they could access were not the same.

The battle ended quickly. The flesh of the District C noble was obliterated, leaving only his soul to drift miserably back to the fighting pit.

Bu Fang finished his wine in one gulp, his face indifferent.

After watching the battle, he had a rough idea of the rules. The competition was between the two districts. He was a noble of District C. If he wanted to enter District B, he needed to win ten consecutive battles against District B nobles. Only then would he have a chance to advance and qualify to enter District B.

And if the nobles of District B suffer a losing streak, they were likely to be eliminated. The rule was cruel, but it was also fair. If you are defeated, you will be eliminated. This was the law that Void City stood for.

Bu Fang watched a few more games. There was a crystal tablet in his room, which showed the ranking of the contenders. At the top of the list was a mighty Saint of the Great Path who had won forty consecutive victories. He was a noble from District B.

For the experts of District B, it was very interesting to strive for a higher ranking in this fighting pit. Some of them could have advanced long ago, but they still chose to fight for a higher ranking.

This was because when they climbed higher in the rankings, they could not only get the Queen’s reward, but also gain great honor. This was what motivated them to keep fighting.

Bu Fang glanced at Whitey. ‘Whitey should be considered as my weapon, right?’ he thought to himself. The next moment, he came to the registration array and sent his mental force into it.

Suddenly, he heard a loud sound ring out in his head. At the same time, the floor of the room lit up. It turned out the floor was actually an independent teleportation array.

Soon, Bu Fang, Whitey, Shrimpy, and Foxy were teleported away. When his vision became clear once again, Bu Fang found that he was on a huge planet. It was a broken and dead planet. It did not have any life, so it was a good choice as a battlefield.

Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed. Foxy jumped off its shoulder, fell to the ground, and after running some distance, she stood still. Bu Fang put his hands behind his back. His Vermilion Robe fluttered gently in the chilly cosmic wind.

In the distance, a figure slowly emerged. There was no doubt that the figure was Bu Fang’s opponent. Before long, the figure became clear. He was a brawny young man carrying a huge axe on his back. Judging from the aura emanating from his body, he was a Saint of the Great Path. Such strength gave him enough confidence to be rampant.

“So you are my opponent this time?” said the young man, grinning. His gaze flickered and landed on Bu Fang’s face. He was a little surprised that his opponent was such a scrawny man.

“No… Not me.” Bu Fang shook his head, held up a finger, and waved it.

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The young man paused.

Bu Fang pointed to Whitey and said, “You’re up against it. This is my servant. If you can’t even defeat my servant, then you’re not qualified to be my opponent…”

“You are too arrogant!” The youth’s pupils constricted. Mighty curse power suddenly appeared and wrapped around his body, erupting with a terrifying aura.

“How dare you let a mere puppet become my opponent?! I am a noble under Marquis Chimei of District B, and my ranking is one hundred and ninety-eighth! What is your achievement? Tell me your name!” said the young man coldly.

Bu Fang was stunned. ‘This young man is so… awesome?’ Most importantly, his first opponent was ranked one hundred and ninety-eighth. Was this not a little too high on the list?

“I… I don’t have a ranking. I’m a newcomer,” Bu Fang said after thinking for a while.

“A newcomer?” The youth snorted. He did not bother to say anything else. The next moment, he clenched his fist and threw a punch in Bu Fang’s direction. The curse power on his body surged and turned into a black cursed snake, darting toward Bu Fang as well.

“Whitey, punch him,” Bu Fang said. He sat down cross-legged, took out a plate of washed fruits, and ate them while watching the battle with relish.

That made the young man fly into a rage.

Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed. The flags behind it soared into the sky, scattering the cursed snake. Then, it rushed out with a spear in its hand and fought with the young man.

After evolving, Whitey’s strength became stronger. Anyone who came close to it would be unable to use energy, even if it was a Saint of the Great Path. This forced its opponents to fight it in close-quarters combat.

Rumble!

The young man wielded his huge axe and fought with Whitey. At first, he did not even take the puppet seriously at all, but as the battle went on, he became more and more frightened.

The puppet’s fighting style was completely unorthodox, and it engaged him in close-quarters combat from the start. Every impact and attack made him very uncomfortable. As someone who was used to fighting curse power, he was very bad at close-quarters combat.

With a bang, the spear knocked the axe away and nailed it to the ground. The youth’s hair was disheveled, and his eyes were wide. He felt a little frustrated that it took him so long to deal with a puppet!

Rumble!

Whitey and the young man kept exchanging blows. The planet was exploding beneath them, while flames raged all around them.

Suddenly, the young man felt a gust of chilly wind pass through his body. He found that, at some point, the puppet had grabbed his clothes. The next moment, he heard a ripping sound, and then his clothes were torn from him!

‘What the heck?! What kind of fighting tactic is this?!’

He covered his naked upper body with one hand and attacked Whitey repeatedly with the other. However, his pants were soon torn as well. His face turned red.

“You vile thing!”

Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed as it slapped the youth to the ground. Then, it jumped on him and slapped him repeatedly in the face.

Before long, the young man’s face became bruised and swollen. He was filled with grief and anger. Fortunately, his opponent was a newcomer, so the match was not broadcasted by the projection array. Otherwise, he would surely become everyone’s laughingstock.

Such a combination was just too odd. His opponent had completely suppressed him with just a puppet. The youth felt sad. After several consecutive days of defeats, he was already a little disheartened.

Whitey raised its hand and held its spear, its flags fluttering behind it. The youth chose to throw in the towel. Whitey had beat a Saint of the Great Path into submission.

Bu Fang clapped his hands, spat out a kernel, and walked off with Whitey.

The bruised and naked young man glared at Bu Fang’s back. He wanted to remember this treacherous fellow!

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Upon returning to his room, Bu Fang noticed that the character ‘one’ had appeared in the place of his victory tally. Of course, he was still way down in the rankings. Without hesitation, he activated the array once again.

With a buzzing sound, the scene in front of him changed again. He came to another dead planet. When his opponent appeared, Bu Fang did not waste his breath with him—he told Whitey to fight right away.

Whitey rushed forward and fought with Bu Fang’s opponent. The battle was fierce and the end tragic. The expert was stripped naked by Whitey and gave up in disgrace.

Bu Fang was satisfied. The Clothes-Stripping Crazy Demon was like fish in water here. The tally of his victories kept climbing, from one to two, then three, four… However, as the tally increased, his opponents became stronger and stronger.

It was not that easy to keep winning. The person in charge of the fighting pit would always keep an eye on the contenders and assign suitable opponents for them.

Meanwhile, rumors about a clothes-stripping puppet were circulating among all the contenders…