Chapter 456: 100%, For Sure...

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Esra seductively licked her lips a little before she was taken out of her thoughts by her mother.

*Whack!*

By that, it meant that she was literally taken out of her thoughts with a smack to the head!

"Ow! What was that for, mother!?" Esra exclaimed with real tears building up in her eyes.

"Don't even think about it, my beloved daughter," Marina replied with a twitching smile.

"But I wasn't thinking about anything-!"

"Don't talk back to your mother," Marina said, her eyes never leaving Azmond's figure.

"..."

Esra instantly knew what was going on here, as her pained expression quickly turned into a cheeky one.

"You're jealousy is showing, mother~ Teehee~" She spoke with a light giggle escaping her rosy red lips.

The blue-haired Milf turned her head in the direction of her second-eldest daughter before

"Ow! Stop hitting me, mother!"

"Then stop thinking nonsense and focus back on the competition," Marina responded with a slightly ticked-off voice.

For some reason, she didn't like the way that her daughter was looking at Azmond. It made her feel a little irritated

Am I sick or something?

However, she quickly discarded that thought right away before dismissing the entire conversation and training her sight back on the ongoing competition.

And when Marina saw the slight trace of happiness shine through Azmond's frightened expression, she let out a light, heavenly giggle with her pretty hand in front of her mouth.

Her eyes and mouth creased like divine arches, as it was a sight that her daughters didn't know if they had ever seen in their entire lives.

"???" "???"

Aqua and Nadia looked at their mother as they thought, 'Mother is smiling?'

However, even with all these extraordinary battles happening all over the place, the only thing that the spectators seemed to be focused on was the decrepit figure limping around on one of the five fighting rings.

Azmond was lucky enough not to get into a ring with any of the girls in his party, so right now, he was simply walking around, waiting for someone to pick a fight with him.

FWIP! FWIP! FWIP!

And it didn't take long for him to get his wish, as dozens of figures surrounded him with malevolent looks on their faces.

Well, here we go again Another series of Young Master Peng's, coming straight to the picking

I truly pity these silk pants for encountering me, because just like all the other ones, I will be looting their storage rings as well!

That's right, Azmond had not only been receiving 'donations' from the crowd, but he had also been taking the possessions of every single opponent that he fought.

Which ultimately led to him amassing a level of affluency so great that he was beginning to rival that of the Emperor's in Asterion!

Speaking of Emperor's, I forgot to check through the storage rings of the rulers I 'took out' while in my mysterious old man disguise.

Azmond's tail nearly wiped out in excitement at the thought of tasting the blood of those Peak Mahayana Realm Experts.

But luckily, he was able to reel in that unusually unruly appendage of his, as his disguise was once again proven to be impeccable!

Utterly unlike the disguises of three men in suits

All of which were sitting in their respective seats in the VIP stands, making sure that neither Pervasshat nor Adam SunBurn made any moves on the women of their 'savior'.

After all, one of the prime reasons that they were in 'disguise' was because they wished to keep an eye out for the man who helped them out in a plethora of different ways!

That, and they were aiming to acquire a little something something as compensation for their hard work!

The brothels didn't pay for themselves, and the three of them were all out of money

But that was totally besides the point! They were really just trying to look out for their 'savior'!

100%, for sure

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A day and a half passed by in the blink of an eye, as the Centennial Clash had already reached a point where only the Top 2 were left in the competition.

Namely, Blazeheart and Morningstar

Both of which were currently staring each other down on opposing sides of one extremely large fighting ringa ring that was set up just for the final match of the Centennial Clash.