Chapter 322 – Truths and Lies (VIII)

Chapter 322

Truths and Lies (VIII)

… wow.

Holy shit.

I mean, I knew they would wipe the floor with whoever they fought, but isn’t this a bit exaggerated? They were all still in the Foundation Establishment–no, wait, Light wasn’t even there yet–and they did away with people an entire major realm above them so quickly and… easily.

Okay, yes, Xi Zhao did something similar with someone in the Revolving Core realm, but I could always just chalk that up to him being underestimated. Sort of like putting an MMA fighter against some average scrub, but then that scrub just pulling out a freakin’ gun and shooting the fighter ’cause the latter didn’t bother quickly covering the distance between the two.

Or, well, something like that, at least.

Here, however, that wasn’t the case–it felt like they chose the kids’ opponents rather shrewdly, trying to poke holes at what they thought the kids’ weaknesses were. But… well, it kind of didn’t matter? They just steamrolled them, regardless.

Especially Light.

She didn’t fight so much as she just toyed around with that poor woman, until the latter literally couldn’t even move any longer. Not because of wounds, but because she was exhausted. I imagine the degree of humiliation is approaching kink levels…

“Master,” Long Tao shook me out as I looked over at him. “Today might be a long day.”

“…” Aaaaaah, shit. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“Just that,” he smiled. “That it might be a long day.”

“I felt it, too,” Lao Shun said. “We’re being eyed rather perversely. Especially the kids.” okay, yes, I’m very much aware of that. But… what the hell are these guys implying?

… I knew what they were implying, and even my extremely well-practiced skill of denial wasn’t enough to not see the truth: today was the day we’d fight the Sage. Despite every fiber of my being screaming at me to just take the kids, throw them into the chariot, and run, I… stayed.

Perhaps it was the blind faith in Long Tao, who still seemed quite unbothered by it all, perhaps it was my confidence finally leaving the gutter, and perhaps it was delusion that the ‘protag aura’ will save us… but, regardless, it looks like I’m choosing to stay.

To subject both the kids as well as myself to a fight we logically have no chance of winning.

He was at a True God Realm. Two whole major realms above what Hua was at when he blew up the entire fucking mountain range.

From Demigod to Sovereign, from Sovereign to Immortal Foundations, and above it… there was the True God Realm. To me, these were merely names–I had no idea what they entailed in the remotest, but what I did know was that no matter how big the ‘protag aura’ was, it would not cover skipping so many major realms to fight.

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That guy could wipe the floor with us with his pinkie and it would still be an overkill. So, what exactly did Long Tao have planned?

I don’t know. And I can’t even really ask, as we’re still doing the ‘pretend-ignorance’ play that is oh-so-enjoyable. So, all I have is sitting here, surrounded by people who all want to jump on me and skin me alive, and watching my kids beat the ever living shit out of people that, logically, they should not be able to.

After a brief intermission during which the arenas were fixed, the battles resumed–they were far more compelling, I must admit, as there were far fewer one-sided beatings.

Especially the battle between two supposed geniuses that ranked in the ‘Top Fifty Youngsters’ of the area. Both were in their early twenties and at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and they clearly were in a similar realm of broad talent to Xi Zhao and Dai Xiu, if a bit worse.

One of them wielded fire, and the other wielded wind–and that was it. There were no swords, no axes, no whips, no fists; they were more akin to what I think of when somebody says ‘mage’ rather than cultivators.