I Can Do Anything?-Chapter 32: Moving on

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Xuan Wu takes a moment to breathe, and then heads to the outer competition nearby.

Back inside the medical pagoda, Zi Rougang grinds his teeth in frustration.

"Damn it!" He spits on the ground and then tries moving his body—Which ends up hurting.

From the door, a medic walks in.

The medic is at the foundation establishment realm, the air around her feels cool and sharp.

Zi Rougang gets startled upon seeing her, and then calms down.

"Your body somehow healed... very quickly." The medic slowly speaks, looking straight at Zi Rougang.

"O-oh, you think?" Zi Rougang chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

Inside, his thoughts are rampaging.

"How does she know... was it too obvious?"

"But, this power I've obtained... I can't let anyone but my master know!"

"Do you want to explain." The medic takes a seat.

Zi Rougang nods, and makes up a lie about getting healing herbs from his master.

"Really... for one meagre qi gathering cultivator..." She taps her chin thoughtfully before leaving. "In that case, you've probably healed up fully by now."

She closes the door behind her, and Zi Rougang lets out a deep breath.

He then looks at his fist and clenches it, and then he starts trembling with raw excitement.

"Ren Zhexi... count your days." Zi Rougang angrily spits, standing up from his bed. All the pain is gone now, it's replaced by a strong yearning for battle.

Back outside of the medical pagoda, the outer competition still goes on.

Battles are very quick at this level of cultivation, and the second quarters are already nearly over.

Pow!

With a final punch, a third layer of qi gathering disciple knocks out another disciple, and the second quarters finish.

The outer competition works very simply.

In the first quarters, you fight against another disciple.

Second quarters, its the exact same as the first quarters.

But for the third quarters, its an all-out battle, and the more fights you win, the higher your rank.

The top three are eligible for the second segment.

From the blue crystal, the second quarters are announced to be over, and that the third quarters will begin soon.

In the stands, many disciples get excited, speaking to each other about bets and stuff.

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But, in one particular spot, a Fatty Wang is breathing nervously.

"Damn... I didn't expect to get this far." He flexes his bicep, and then chuckles.

"Maybe I can even win."

A few hours later, a loud bell rings and the announcer calls out the third quarters.

They have to fight in brackets.

From behind, Fatty Wang feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around to see Xuan Wu, who takes a seat.

"Oh hey Xuan Wu. Are you here to watch me fight in the third quarters?" He laughs, rubbing his belly.

"Yeah... I hope you win." Xuan Wu looks at the battlegrounds, waiting for the fights to begin.

The first three fights are announced, and they are fought swiftly and nicely.

The audience cheers as the fighting rush commences, with disciples getting knocked out every minute.

In almost no time, Fatty Wang is already on stage. He faces off against a tall disciple with unibrows.

"Hmph, I despise fatties, go die!"

In only a few minutes, the tall disciple's eyes are already rolled over.

Names after names, fights are announced like crazy.

Disciples fight with everything they have, going full power like they have no time. This is because they are under the fighting rush pressure, if they take too long, they break this tradition.

Li Wei sits in the stands, drinking some green water. He has already fought three battles.

Ren Zhexi is one stage three, throwing around a bald disciple like its nothing, he even laughs while doing so.

Chaos, its pure chaos.

Eventually, it dwindles down to only five fighters.

Fatty Wang, who bravely held off.

Li Wei, who remains standing by sheer luck.

Ren Zhexi, who humiliated all of his enemies.

Zhen Lei...

and Huo Shi.

Li Wei immediately gives up, since his master called for it.

The announcer doesn't slow down at all, calling out the last fighters.

"Stage one, Zhen Lei versus Huo Shi."

Fatty Wang sucks in a deep breath, shaking his head in disbelief. "Shit."

"Stage two, Ren Zhexi versus Ziu Wang."

Ren Zhexi laughs like a maniac very loudly, and then jumps on the stage. "Come at me, now!"

Fatty Wang descends, the fear that was in his gaze is already gone, replaced by a will to fight.

Ren Zhexi notices this, and laughs. "Great, what a great fatty. I like you, just give up and it'll all be over." He puts his hands on his hips and continues laughing.

"No." Fatty Wang calls, before lunging at Ren Zhexi.

Ren Zhexi looks pitifully at the charging Fatty Wang, his pinkie leisurely picking at his ear.

"Well, there are too many arrogant fighters, I get that."

Boom!

Ren Zhexi spits out blood as Fatty Wang's punch unexpectedly connects with his face.

His eyes widen. "How did you move so fast at that last moment!"

He then gets a maelstrom of punches, and groans.

"Damn it fatty, I underestimated you."

Pow!

Fatty Wang gets punched, and his cheeks jiggle as he falls back.

He tries getting up, but Ren Zhexi jumps on top of him, and then starts beating him back.

"Take this!" Pow! "And this!" Pow.

"Haha, beatdown!" Ren Zhexi licks his lips and continues beating the shit out of Fatty Wang.

Fatty Wang shields his face with his arms, clenching his teeth as Ren Zhexi continues beating him.

"What do I do..."

He piles his thoughts, trying desperately to think of a way to escape, but he can't think of anything no matter what.

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