Chapter 38

Chapter 38 - The Battle!

Confronted with Lu Lixing's earnest advice, Zhang Tu couldn't contain his laughter. He had always considered Lu Lixing nothing more than a clown craving the spotlight, and this just confirmed it.

Lu Lixing's counsel was dismissed by all; they felt it would be more fitting for him to be preparing his final words at this juncture.

The audience shook their heads in resignation, their hopes of hearing Lu Lixing deliver some noble pre-battle rhetoric dashed.

In the private box, the assembly of VIPs found themselves intrigued by Lu Lixing's unexpected remarks, sensing something odd in the air.

Could this be the benevolence of a man facing his demise?

Yet, knowing Lu Lixing as they did, they could envision that, should he truly fight with all his might, he might indeed take down a few adversaries.

“What an oddity he is,” Zha Yanhui remarked, her gaze on Lu Lixing icy. “Even without facing injustice, he was never destined for greatness.”

Initially, Zha Yanhui held some interest in the Battle of the Hidden Dragon Platform, but now, she saw Lu Lixing as nothing more than a jester.

“Let's watch in silence,” Feng Cuo interjected, breaking his usual silence. His words quelled the murmurs in the box—not that they thought he was defending Lu Lixing. Feng Cuo cherished silence, particularly the kind found amidst the thunderous chaos of battle.

Abruptly, the somber sky erupted with the sound of thunder, and a deluge followed, spilling from the heavy clouds. The stadium staff activated the protective shield for the spectators but left the central arena exposed, drenching the competitors.

In that moment, Zhang Tu was forced to concede that Lu Lixing was indeed formidable, certainly more so than himself.

“Everyone, charge together!”

At this point, Zhang Tu was no longer concerned with showing off. The crowd surged forward, intent on slashing Lu Lixing to death with their knives. People are fickle. Though Lu Lixing had stolen the spotlight, once he was dead, he'd be forgotten, and Zhang Tu would remain the celebrated genius.

Hearing Zhang Tu's command, those hesitant to engage felt compelled to act. They could dismiss what Lu Lixing had said, but not Zhang Tu's words. They dared not cross Zhang Tu and certainly didn't want to end up like Lu Lixing.

The hundred fighters quickly dispersed, encircling Lu Lixing at the center, each glaring at him with fury. He was doomed anyway. Better to let Zhang Tu finish him off than to attack en masse.

In the stands, the audience felt a twinge of disappointment as the one-on-one duel ended and the battle shifted to one against a hundred. They sensed the fight drawing to a close.

“Lu Lixing, my dear brother, you've got a lifetime of barbecues ahead of you. Hang in there!”

Sha Zhenghao was ashen-faced, anxiously staring at the Crystal Screen, where Lu Lixing's rain-soaked figure blurred. Tears streamed down his face.

Sha Xiufen's gaze also darkened as she watched Lu Lixing on the screen. It all seemed to be coming to an end. Let this downpour be the tears I cry for you!

Nobody believed Lu Lixing stood a chance, not even Wen Shanmei, who had been coaching him these past days. Her eyes welled up as she watched him get surrounded.

Meanwhile, Wen Shi, seated beside Wen Shanmei, wore an oddly twisted expression. The moment for that thrilling surprise was likely just around the corner.