Starting With 100 Million Lives-Chapter 462 Unruly War Monkey King
The War Monkey King was never one for acting, and his earlier performance was too bad.
Like, I’m badly injured, at least act a bit weaker!
You’re so lively and vigorous, are you afraid others might not know you’re pretending?
"This is just too ridiculous, isn’t it?"
"Even the War Monkey Quasi-Emperor admitted defeat, what on earth did the Azure Dragon Emperor do?"
"Golden Dragon, Yashu, War Monkey, three Quasi-Emperors in a row voluntarily gave up, it’s incredible."
"Indeed, no matter how powerful the Azure Dragon Emperor is, it’s not like they didn’t even fight."
Luckily, you didn’t have to buy tickets for this assembly; otherwise, some Demon Race members might be asking for refunds by now.
"Could it be that the Azure Dragon Emperor is blackmailing them with secrets?"
"Possible!"
"Possible my foot, they’re all from different clans, where would the secrets come from?"
Meanwhile, the other three battles were ongoing, even Qi Yuan and the Deer Race managed to put on a show.
The match between Three-Eyed Tiger and Golden Roc Quasi-Emperor was even more tumultuous.
Yet, at this moment, the demons present had long lost interest in watching.
Everywhere, discussions were ongoing about the match Brother Cheng just had and the series of victories without fighting.
Various speculative versions were circulating.
That Cang Cheng held secrets on them; Cang Cheng bribed them with riches; the Ape Race, Mouse Race, Golden Dragon Race all secretly supported the Azure Dragon Race, and so on.
Hearing these rumors, Brother Cheng was almost spitting blood in anger.
Here I clearly have the strength to sweep the field, clearly could have shocked the ground once, twice, thrice, like a spiral motor shock...
Yet now there’s not much shock, only a great deal of doubt.
On the other hand, the Sparrow Demons were still managing to flatter against the wind.
"With a burst of King’s Dominating Aura, the Azure Dragon Emperor made the War Monkey Quasi-Emperor bow in submission!"
"Upon hearing a shout from the Azure Dragon Emperor, the War Monkey Quasi-Emperor rolled off his horse out of fear!"
"Repeatedly cried out, ’I was wrong, Great Emperor, my Ape Race is only fit to lead your horse and carry your stirrups...’"
In the distant supreme palace, upon hearing these words, the Ancient Ape Emperor swayed so much he almost fainted.
Meanwhile, the Cyan Dragon Emperor was gleefully rubbing it in from the side.
"Oh dear, some clans really do have a fighting spirit."
"After all, they did manage to take one move, right?"
"So it turned out that doesn’t count as surrendering and admitting defeat, huh?"
"Learned something today..."
Brother Cheng was repeatedly winning without a fight, and he couldn’t believe it, full of curiosity.
How did this villainous character achieve it?
He couldn’t understand, but that didn’t stop him from being delighted.
No matter how the victories were achieved, the Dragon Race now had someone in the top four, showing face.
Moreover, they could return the ridicule sharply.
Previously the Ancient Ape Emperor boasted and belittled others without end, making the Ear Mouse Emperor on the opposite side endure him for a long time.
"Tsk tsk tsk, truly worthy of being a combative clan, huh."
"The Ancient Ape Emperor taught them well, the Ape Race must have learned from you?"
"Who would have thought, the Ancient Ape Emperor has such expertise in surrendering and conceding, even adding flair to it..."
"Enough!"
The Ancient Ape Emperor’s face was utterly lost, wishing he could drag the War Monkey King up and give him a major beating.
And when he found the War Monkey King, he was even angrier, almost fuming from every orifice.
This guy was actually in front of the Azure Dragon Emperor, grinning with bowed heads and obsequiousness, looking very pleased.
Thinking back, the monkey had never behaved so well in front of him.
He could no longer contain his rage.
"What are you doing!"
A furious roar rippled through the field, many Low-tier Demon Race members scattered in all directions.
"Have you lost your mind? You’ve disgraced the face of the Ape Race!" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
"Oh, then it’s completely disgraced." The War Monkey King was busy reminiscing with Brother Cheng, not even turning his head.
"You, what did you say?"
The Ancient Ape Emperor was about to go mad.
"Where is your steadfast pride, your natural love for battle?"
"None of your damn business, don’t get in my way!"
The War Monkey King didn’t exactly have a good temper.
He had boundless respect for Brother Cheng, but for others, including the Ancient Ape Emperor, he didn’t care at all.
The Ancient Ape Emperor’s lungs were about to explode with anger, his Great Emperor’s oppressive aura overwhelming and vast.
"I’ll kill you, you unfilial descendant!"
"Do you think I’m scared of you? Bring it on, then!"
Even though his strength was certainly not equal to that of the Great Emperor, the War Monkey King was not afraid at all; he had always been synonymous with unruliness.
With a heft of his staff, he stomped the ground fiercely, and suddenly vanished from his place.
Boom!
A loud bang echoed through the sky.
He actually took the initiative to attack the Ancient Ape Emperor.
Boom boom boom!
High in the sky, the two large apes quickly ascended to the cloud layers, occasional dull explosions echoing down.
The demons below were dumbfounded.
What on earth is going on?
Now facing their clan’s own emperor, the War Monkey Quasi-Emperor even dared to recklessly contend against him, regardless of consequences, showing truly untamable wildness.
So why did he surrender earlier?
Could it be that Cang Cheng Quasi-Emperor was even more intimidating than the Ancient Ape Emperor?
Both Qilin Emperors wore somber faces, the Ape Race was not from their faction, but they didn’t feel any joy.
This clan frequently engaged in minor skirmishes every three days, major battles every five, making fights routine.
Have they taken this assembly as a joke?
Mischief perhaps?
After all, they were the organizers of this Grand Demon Assembly, and the dignity of the Qilin Race was tarnished.
Moreover, the most crucial part was that this round, Cang Cheng easily won without a fight, and remained unspent.
If things continued like this, in the end, his state might even be better than Qi Yuan’s.
Then their manipulations and all the arrangements they made, were they all for nothing, loneliness, perhaps?
"Embarrassing."
Looking at the fierce battle between the two giant apes in the distance, the White Tiger Emperor was full of disdain.
"All they can do is fight amongst themselves, but surrender and concede when they meet foreign foes."
"And to think I always admired the Ape Race."
"Turns out they’re not worthy of being mentioned alongside our Tiger Race at all."
Beside him, the Cyan Dragon Emperor thought to himself, you might want to be careful not to speak too soon.
Otherwise, it could be awkward if you get slapped in the face afterward.
He deliberately teased: "So, you’re saying that Three-Eyed Tiger of yours is different?"
The White Tiger Emperor glanced at the distant bubble.
Over there, the Three-Eyed Tiger, as if possessed by the God of Slaughter, was battling the Golden Roc Quasi-Emperor with blood flowing.
He nodded in satisfaction.
Only then did he give the Cyan Dragon Emperor a sidelong glance and said coolly, "Does he look like the cowardly type to you?"
The Cyan Dragon Emperor chuckled softly, "I really couldn’t tell."
Anyway, having made it to the top four, he was already satisfied.
"His veins flow with slaughter."
The White Tiger Emperor slowly closed his eyes, seemingly sensing something.
"He might lose, he might die..."
"But before that, his opponent will surely be bruised and battered."
Not far away, the two Qilin Emperors took a deep breath, deciding to once again trust in the absurdity.
The next round would be arranged.
This was their last hope of targeting Brother Cheng.
Apart from Qi Yuan, the other winner, the Eight-Tailed Quasi-Emperor, couldn’t compare in fighting prowess to either Three-Eyed Tiger or War Monkey King.
The seventh round match, Three-Eyed Tiger ended last.
Golden Roc Quasi-Emperor posed a tremendous challenge.
By this time, his entire white fur was already stained with blood and scars.
Yet that aura of slaughter didn’t diminish a bit; rather, it intensified so much that it formed a substantial circle of blood around him.
Causing the surrounding demons to retreat, not daring to approach this terrifying God of Slaughter.
He slowly lifted his head, his cold eyes once again fixed on Brother Cheng.
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