Chapter 461: Chapter 458: Actually, There’s No Need for All This Trouble
Watching Fang Jie’s departing, regretful figure, Feng Hao smiled faintly. His gaze swept over to the three seed contestants, and a hint of amusement rose within him.
’Just a simple competition to see who’s better? I don’t think so.’ Feng Hao smirked. He spun the dagger a few times around his fingertips before stylishly retracting it into his Spatial Ring, then slowly began to walk off the stage.
Meanwhile, the surrounding crowd was still abuzz with shock and discussion, unable to snap out of it.
Seeing Feng Hao step off the battle stage, Wu Qing rose to his feet in the waiting area. He glanced at Chen Yanlin beside him. "It’s our turn."
Chen Yanlin said nothing, rising proudly to his feet, ready to enter the arena for his fight against Wu Qing.
However, just as everyone was getting ready for the next match, Feng Hao abruptly stopped in his tracks and walked back to the center of the stage.
"What’s going on?" The audience murmured in astonishment.
Wu Qing and Chen Yanlin frowned as well, standing awkwardly in place.
In the spectator seats, Jing Lou turned to the Thief Master in confusion. "Thief Master, what’s he playing at?"
"How should I know?" The Thief Master rolled his eyes. He stared at Feng Hao on the stage, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out what Feng Hao was trying to do.
At that moment, just as everyone was baffled, Feng Hao, standing proudly on the stage, finally spoke.
He swept his smiling eyes across the crowd, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Actually, there’s no need to make this so complicated. Why don’t you all just come at me at once? It’ll save time."
The moment he said this, the entire crowd erupted.
No one had expected Feng Hao to make such a boastful declaration. From the sound of it, he wanted to challenge all the remaining candidates at the same time!
"What? Did I hear that right? He wants to challenge everyone at once?"
"Damn, our Thief God Hall might be lax on the rules, but isn’t he a little too arrogant?"
"A little? He’s arrogance incarnate! Does he think he can fly?"
...
Unlike the audience, the ones who felt the sting of his words most directly were Wu Qing, the other two men, and Ming Xin Yan.
Feng Hao’s words were a blatant provocation and a show of utter contempt. Ming Xin Yan, in particular, was so angry she could have died.
"You bastard, do you have any idea what you’re saying?" Ming Xin Yan shot to her feet, her tone sharp.
But Feng Hao just laughed it off. "Of course I do. But I think it’s better if you don’t come up, Sis. We’re friends, after all. I’d feel bad going all out."
"You—!" Ming Xin Yan’s anger exploded. She stormed onto the battle stage, looking like she wanted to tear Feng Hao limb from limb.
Seeing Ming Xin Yan on the stage, Feng Hao put on a helpless expression. "You’re the one who came up here. I won’t be holding back."
"Cut the crap! I don’t need you to!" Ming Xin Yan’s beautiful face twisted in fury. She summoned her Magical Artifact, ready to strike.
"Wait," Feng Hao quickly stopped her, glancing over at Wu Qing and his two companions. "What’s the rush? Those three aren’t even up here yet."
"..." Ming Xin Yan was speechless. For a moment, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Down below, the faces of Wu Qing and his two companions had long since turned ashen. Staring at Feng Hao’s infuriatingly smug face, they gritted their teeth. "Are you really that confident you can take all of us on by yourself?"
"Why else would I be standing here?" Feng Hao shot back with a smirk.
The trio’s faces darkened. They were itching with rage but couldn’t just attack. They could only grit their teeth and look to the leaders in the spectator seats, awaiting instructions from the head manager, Jing Lou.
By now, the audience below was erupting with curses. Youthful confidence was one thing, but Feng Hao had clearly crossed the line into sheer arrogance.
"Fuck! Master Thief here has been around for years, and I’ve never seen a brat this arrogant!"
"A show-off like him? I’d kill one every time I see one."
"Yeah, someone like him is totally unworthy of becoming a ’Thief Scion’."
"Move! Get out of my way! I’m going up there myself to take him down a peg!"
...
Faced with the furious reaction from the thieves below, Jing Lou couldn’t help but frown. Honestly, if not for his position, he’d want to go up there and thrash Feng Hao himself.
Annoyed as he was, Feng Hao was still the Thief Master’s disciple, so Jing Lou didn’t dare make any rash decisions.
The Thief Master beside him didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at his arrogant, infuriating disciple on the stage and shook his head helplessly.
Lin Luo and his two companions, however, had a completely different reaction. They were all excited, their eyes shining, as if they wished they could be the ones up there acting so wild.
The atmosphere quickly grew tense, and the audience’s dissatisfaction and resentment toward Feng Hao boiled over.
Soon, Jing Lou found himself being lobbied by the various department heads. Each one was filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could immediately disqualify Feng Hao from the competition.
Left with no choice, Jing Lou could only turn to the Thief Master for help. "Thief Master, what are your thoughts on this?"
"Ahem." The Thief Master cleared his throat, his face a mask of embarrassment. "Since this is what he wants, let’s just do as he says. It’ll be fine if he wins, but if he loses, I swear I’ll personally kick him out of my school!"
"Er," Jing Lou said, stunned. "Weren’t you the one who insisted on grooming him to be the next Thief Scion? Why the sudden change...?"
The Thief Master huffed impatiently. "He’s asking for it! What do you want me to do?"
"Then I’ll go ahead and announce it?" Jing Lou confirmed one last time.
"Go on, go on. Just let an old man have some peace and quiet." The Thief Master waved his hand in anguish, the very picture of someone disappointed in a protégé who wouldn’t live up to his potential.
Seeing this, Jing Lou no longer hesitated. He rose, stepped forward, and after calming the restless crowd, fixed his gaze on Feng Hao. "Feng Hao, are you certain you wish to challenge the other five candidates simultaneously?"
"Of course." Feng Hao smirked. "But let me correct you. It’s the other four. I doubt Fang Jie wants another go."
"Hmph!" Jing Lou snorted and coldly announced, "Very well! The other four candidates, no need to hesitate! Go on up together and teach him the price of his arrogance."
At his words, Wu Qing and the other two no longer hesitated. Led by Diaron, they charged onto the battle stage one after another.
"You little thief, you asked for this!" Chen Yanlin sneered, then turned to Ming Xin Yan. "Ming Xin Yan, I trust you won’t be going easy on him?"
Hearing this, Ming Xin Yan gave a disdainful sneer. "Don’t worry. This lady wants to give him a good thrashing, too."
"Good." Chen Yanlin nodded in satisfaction. A faint light flashed on his Spatial Ring, and an exquisite longbow shimmering with a golden radiance appeared before them. It was another Divine Soul Weapon.
The appearance of a third Divine Soul Weapon sent another wave of agitation through the crowd.
"Holy crap, another Divine Soul Weapon! When did Divine Soul Weapons get so common?"
"Two Divine Soul Weapons... let’s see how he handles this!"
"Go, Chen Yanlin! Go, Ming Xin Yan! Beat the hell out of him!"
...
Feng Hao was a little surprised to see Chen Yanlin draw a Divine Soul Weapon, but he remained fearless.
Ming Xin Yan froze for a second, a hint of conflict in her eyes. She couldn’t help but warn him again, "Feng Hao, are you sure about this? Two Divine Soul Weapons are no joke."
"Heh, thanks for the concern, Sis. As for a Divine Soul Weapon... my apologies, but I happen to have one myself."
With a wave of his hands, his main and off-hand Su Mu Daggers instantly appeared. The Divine Soul aura glowing from the main-hand dagger was completely undisguised.
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