Chapter 35：Old Woman

"You don't have any other participants?" Yi Qiu stopped and asked.

"Eh! Don't mention it, these bunch of people have no balls! Er, although they really don't have any balls now!"

"In the past races, Bouyagil always won. The guys felt that even if they participated they couldn't win against this freak. This is also why all of us worked together to gather the hiring fees! Damn! 10 years of my savings!"

The Town Head looked really annoyed. Seems like he paid for a large amount of the fees.

"Freak?" Yi Qiu asked curiously.

"Yes, a disgusting freak. Before turning into a girl, he loved to wear dresses and wipe jam on his lips! He is the disgrace of Suren! Now that the damn mage did what he wanted, of course, he wants to betray us, giving up the little brother that his father had given him!"

Town Head seemed to recall bad memories, his expression turned ugly.

"Apart from weapons, can we use anything?"

"Yes, prepare to cover your eyes. Just ensure that you can see where you are going. The two adventurers like you probably didn't prepare anything. However, Bouyagil probably has sandbags or something. He is really experienced and is a schemer."

"Okay, let's go quickly, we can't let that bunch of women look down on us!"

The Town Head continued to lead the way.

Yi Qiu touched his bald head. He needed a few minutes to clear a kilometer. If he used Eight Gates he might not even need a minute.

As a monk, he didn't think that anyone could run faster than him. After all this was a Level 5 map.

However, apparently the difficulty was in dealing with the other participants. Among which the multi-time champion Bouyagil was one that Yi Qiu felt he had to deal with. He could ignore the Barbic Poet and Weapon Master first.

Very quickly, Yi Qiu was led to the starting line.

This was the other end of the dirt road. Many people were crowding around.

The males and females stood on separate ends. In the middle was a person holding a heavy sword and instrument. That was probably the Barbic Poet.

At his side was a person holding a long sword and carrying a spear. From his looks one could see that he was from the east. He had black hair and brown eyes and wore a long robe. He was totally different from the villagers who wore leather and cotton.

On the left was a fellow dressed similarly to the villagers. That was probably Bouyagil. If he didn't know that he was a male before, Yi Qiu felt like he was no different from normal girls.

Of course, the girls in the town were all males before. Thus, Yi Qiu didn't know how the girls in Suren dressed in the past.

"That person carrying the instrument is Gals a Barbic Poet, it seems like he knows war songs. You can consider dealing with him second."

"That person holding the sword is Zhao Bingzhi, he is a Weapon Master from the east. He looks like he can fight, but the race doesn't allow weapons, so he has no advantage."

"That person is the scum of our town, Bouyagil! You have to be careful, he runs really quickly, especially after having lost his balls! He is good at throwing dust. Right, did you prepare anything to protect your eyes?"

The Town Head pointed at them and introduced them to Yi Qiu, one by one.

"Yes." Yi Qiu took out a protective glass that he hadn't used for a long time. After he stopped using quicklime, it had been resting in his inventory for a long time.

"Very good! Brother, all our little brothers depend on you! God, I really can't imagine living a year without my little brother."

Town Head patted Yi Qiu's shoulder and then instructed the civilians to keep quiet.

"Okay, Suren villagers! This is the 135th Race! Let us use the traditional method to prove who is the real master of the town!"

"Wula!"

"Wula!"

"Wula!"

"Okay, I announce the start of the race!"

"???" Just as Yi Qiu and the two adventurers were still stunned, Bouyagil started to run!

"What!" Yi Qiu set off. This start was just so random.

"Brother, let's listen to a tune. I don't want to carry this sword to run a kilometer here."

Barbic Poet Gals took off his instrument and started to play a hypnosis tune!

The tune was nice to listen to. However, could you imagine a strong man running while taking a small flute that was thinner than his arm, playing a gentle song?

Yi Qiu couldn't take it. He stopped and punched the Barbic Poet!

"Peng!"

A spear blocked his strike. However, the owner of the spear didn't control it, it easily smacked right the Barbic Poet's head!

"Damn! I will turn both of you into meat paste!"

The Barbic Poet rubbed his forehead and pulled out his sword. He then aggressively charged at the two who were fighting.

"No using weapons!"

The Town Head brought a bunch of big arm aunties and ran over. They forcefully took Gals's sword and Zhao Bingzhi's spear.

"What did I say? Oh, I give up."

Looking at Yi Qiu's unfriendly gaze and shining bald head, the Barbic Poet raised his hands to give up.

"Don't try to fight a bald head when you have no weapons if you don't want to get beaten up. The right choice is to take your weapon before coming back... Then, you can get a lesser beating"- (Barbic Poet Gals)

*Scoff* "So what if I don't have a spear, I am good at using the sword!"

Zhao Bingzhi raised the sword in his hand.

"No using weapons!"

The aunties once again confiscated his sword.

*Scoff* "I know how to use 18 types of weapons, I can use my fists and legs too."

"Peng!"

Yi Qiu punched. Zhao Bingzhi tried to block but was only able to block the right fist. Yi Qiu's left fist landed right on Zhao Bingzhi's face. 

Zhao Bingzhi fell to the ground...

Now, only Bouyagil was left.

Yi Qiu looked forward and couldn't see Bouyagil anymore.

Yi Qiu felt that the situation wasn't right. He didn't want to waste time, so he just opened Eight Gates.

His pupils constricted and the explosive power surged once more!

Eight Gates, Gate of Opening open!

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