Chapter 1725 - Whitey, Kill Her

Chapter 1725: Whitey, Kill Her
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Is he… dead?

Some people in the audience stood up, craning their necks and staring straight into the center of the fighting pit. There, the ground had caved in. The ground of the fighting pit had been specially strengthened, so it was extremely hard to be destroyed, unless it was attacked by a Chaotic Saint.
A cloud of smoke and dust obscured everyone’s view. Some experts sent out their divine sense to find out the outcome of the collision.
However, no sooner had their divine sense entered the billowing smoke than they felt their brains being pricked, causing them to wail in pain. Their faces turned red, blood spurted out of their mouths, and they covered their heads with their hands, looking extremely anguished.
That made the expressions of many change drastically. What was going on inside there?
Above the cloud of smoke and dust, the old woman sat cross-legged in midair, looking down indifferently. Was Bu Fang dead? She did not know. The power Bess unleashed just now was no weaker than the attack of a Chaotic Saint. If she sent her divine sense to probe what was happening, she might be caught in the attack.
However, judging by the power, Bess should have no problem killing Bu Fang. Even though he was wearing a robe with decent defensive strength, it certainly could not stop her, who had burned almost half of her power to unleash the killing move.
A breeze blew out from the center of the collision. The next moment, everyone’s pupils narrowed as they saw two figures slowly emerge from the smoke and dust.
Bu Fang’s hands were behind his back, and his face was calm. Although his lips were red, that did not affect his enigmatic image at the moment.
Behind him, Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed. It looked as if it was a god of slaughter who had just come out of the darkness.
Its huge palm gripped Bess’s neck and lifted her as it followed Bu Fang step by step. Foxy was lying on its head and seemed to be flaunting her power, while Shrimpy was spitting bubbles as usual.
The audience gasped.

He’s not dead!


Not only is he still alive, but he even subdued Her Excellency Bess!


How did he survive an attack of such magnitude? It was an ultimate kill blow!


What happened in that moment?!

Even the old woman in midair was a bit stunned. Bess had attacked with the power of a Chaotic Saint, but instead of killing Bu Fang, she was suppressed by him!
There was an ineffable horror in Bess’s eyes, and her whole body was trembling. Only she knew what had happened just now. The chef was hiding too deep. Her heart was still beating fiercely even now.
The flags behind Whitey were waving as it followed Bu Fang. Its huge hand was holding Bess’s neck as if it was carrying a turnip. In fact, this woman was no different from a turnip in its eyes.
This time, it did not strip her because it was preparing to kill her. As soon as it received Bu Fang’s order, he would kill the woman at once!
As Bu Fang and Whitey walked out, a ring of air spread and rolled in all directions with a rumbling sound. In the blink of an eye, all the smoke and dust disappeared.
Bu Fang looked at Bess with an indifferent face.

Stop!
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the sky. Then, the old crone descended.
Bu Fang turned his head, glanced at her, and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
What did you say?
he said.

The match is over. You have won and can advance to District B. Let Bess go,
said the old crone.
Bess was, after all, the holder of forty consecutive victories, and she was also Cursed Goddess Soul’s right hand. If she was killed by Bu Fang, it would probably upset the Cursed Goddess.

Let her go?
Bu Fang asked.
The old woman nodded. She was not worried that Bu Fang would dare to disobey her. As the person in charge of the fighting pit, no one had ever dared to go against her.

Why should I listen to you?
Bu Fang twitched his lips.
Whitey’s eyes suddenly grew sharp, and it put more force into its palm, squeezing Bess’s neck until her face became bloodless.
Bess’s eyes were full of fear. At that moment, she truly felt death. She had a feeling that even the Soul Demon power within her could not save her.
The old crone froze for a moment, and then she bellowed furiously,
How dare you!
She could not believe that Bu Fang dared to disobey her.

Who do you think you are? Why did you allow her to kill me but stop me from killing her? This is ridiculous!
Bu Fang took out an oyster pancake and took a bite, not even looking at the crone. He knew she was angry, but what did it matter to him?
An uproar erupted instantly in the audience. Bu Fang wanted to kill Bess? Although she was the one who wanted to kill him first, she was, after all, the Cursed Goddess’s right hand, and the person in charge of the fighting pit also tried her best to save her.
And yet Bu Fang still insisted on killing her?! He was a bit too arrogant, was he not? The person in charge was a Chaotic Saint! If she were not in charge of the fighting pit, she would at least be a countess or a marchioness!

How presumptuous! How dare you speak to me like that?
The old woman was furious, and her eyes widened in anger. Chaotic Energy surged behind her, releasing an oppressive aura toward Bu Fang.
No matter how talented Bu Fang was, he had only produced a wisp of Chaotic Energy. Who was he to be so wild in front of her?!

Whitey,
Bu Fang called faintly.

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Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed, then it clenched its palm further. The next moment, in the audience’s horrified eyes, Bess’s neck was crushed by the puppet.
Such an injury was obviously unable to kill her. The flesh around the wound kept writhing, trying to heal. Bess was not so easy to kill. After all, she had reached the level where she could be reborn with only a drop of her blood left.
However, Whitey naturally had its way to accomplish the task. With a buzzing sound, the flags behind its back shot up to the sky and then slammed down. In a flash, Bess’s body was blown to pieces by the flags, completely shattered.
Her divine sense rose into the air, and she gave Bu Fang a venomous look.
How dare you destroy my body?! Her Excellency Soul will not spare you!
She cursed viciously.
Bu Fang, however, was unmoved by her curses.
Whitey patted its belly, which immediately open. A black hole was spinning inside, releasing a powerful suction force.
Bess was terrified—the black hole frightened her. She had a feeling that if she was sucked into it, she would probably die for real!

What an unruly fellow! I forbid you to be presumptuous here!

The old crone flew into a rage. With a shake of her hand, she produced a walking stick with a dragon head and thrust it at Whitey. She wanted to stop this puppet from killing Bess. She did not expect that even though she had spoken, Bu Fang would still dare to kill Bess.
Chaotic Energy swirled around the walking stick, giving off an icy aura that struck fear into all the people in the audience.

Whitey, don’t stop.

Bu Fang’s cold voice filled the air. The next moment, he appeared in front of the walking stick, raised his Taotie Arm, and caught it. The Vermilion Robe flapped noisily in the wind.
With a thump, one of his feet stomped on the ground, then he took several steps back in succession, shattering the ground with each step. However, he managed to block the blow!
The old woman’s pupils constricted, while the spectators were so shocked that they forgot to breathe.

This…


Good heavens! Not only did he insist on killing Her Excellency Bess, but he even dared to confront the person in charge of the fighting pit! Has this chef gone mad?


Is Her Excellency Bess… digging her own grave this time?

A lot of people were shocked. From his first match to now, Bu Fang had never killed a single person. His ten consecutive victories were earned by stripping his opponents naked. He did not even kill anyone in his first two qualifying matches.
However, at this moment, he was emitting a monstrous and icy killing aura! It turned out that a serious chef was pretty scary!

How dare you stand in my way? You’ve got a lot of nerve, young man!
said the old woman.
Bu Fang twitched his lips.
Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed. The next moment, the powerful suction force burst forth.
Bess was seized with terror. She did not want to die. She was a person with ambition. She wanted to be a Chaotic Saint and stand at the top of the universe. How could she die like this? If her divine sense was sucked into that black hole, she knew she would be wiped out completely.
If her divine sense could survive, she would be able to reconstruct her fleshly body, and it would not take long for her to return to the top again. So, she did not want to die!
She struggled crazily, trying to fly away. However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not escape. Bit by bit, she was pulled toward Whitey’s stomach. Soon, half of her was sucked in. She clutched at the edge of the black hole in horror, but she was still being swallowed up bit by bit.
The scene made the scalps of those who were watching go numb. It was only now that they realized how terrifying the Clothes-Stripping Crazy Demon was.
Many of the experts who had fought against Bu Fang, the unfortunate ones who had been stripped by Whitey, were soaked in a cold sweat at this moment.
Holding the walking stick, the crone wanted to knock Bu Fang away and save Bess, but she was horrified to find that the aura of the chef in front of her had changed.
Bu Fang’s black hair slowly turned white, and his aura became cold, ethereal, and arrogant. His eyes grew sharper and sharper. With the corners of his mouth lifted slightly and one of his hands clutching at the walking stick, he raised his chin.

Old thing… You’re wild, aren’t you? Do you think you’ll be wilder than me, Howling?
he said faintly.
The arrogance and disdain in his tone made the old crone look confused. At the same time, she could sense that Bu Fang’s aura was skyrocketing and rushing into the realm of Chaotic Saints.
Suddenly, with a loud bang, white-haired Bu Fang punched the walking stick, sending it flying backward.
The crone gave a long scream and unleashed her Chaotic Saint cultivation base in the blink of an eye. White-haired Bu Fang bent his body forward slightly, then kicked the ground hard, sending himself shooting straight up into the sky. As the two of them fought in midair, the whole fighting pit began to shake violently as if the end of the world had come.
At this moment, Bu Fang was very rampant. After being possessed by the arrogant White Tiger, he showed amazing fighting prowess.
Meanwhile, Bess continued to howl in misery. She had only one-third of her divine sense left. She was struggling desperately.
Your Excellency Soul… Save me! I don’t want to die!

All kinds of emotions filled her, including resentment, madness, and fear. Perhaps her cry for help was heard, for a deafening rumble suddenly rang out as if some fierce beast was approaching.
A few moments later, the gate of District B opened with a bang. A black chariot rushed out of it, on which stood a graceful figure, who was emitting a chilly but fearsome aura that seemed to be a little stronger than Countess Xia Qiu’s.
With the appearance of the figure, the audience in the fighting pit went crazy.

It’s Cursed Goddess Soul!


Good heavens! A big boss has appeared! Her Excellency Bess’s backer has shown up!


This chef is dead! There’s no one to save him now!

The fighting pit erupted with a deafening uproar.
With a rumbling sound, the crone was knocked flying away, smashing hard into the wall surrounding the fighting pit. The tremendous impact shattered the wall, sending debris tumbling down. The whole district seemed to shake at this moment.
The White-haired Bu Fang stood proudly in midair with his arms crossed over his chest and his chin raised.

Stop it. Bess serves me, and I forbid you to kill her,
the woman in the chariot said in a clear, cold voice. She was emanating a terrifying Soul Demon aura that seemed more oppressive than that of a Great Soul Overlord.
On the ground, Whitey’s movements stopped. In midair, white-haired Bu Fang raised his chin and looked coldly at the woman.
You’re arrogant, woman. You’re even more arrogant than me, Howling! In that case, come and fight me! Let’s see which of us is more arrogant! To me, you’re all trash!

The spectators were speechless.
The woman in the chariot was indifferent. Her expression did not change at all as if she did not take Bu Fang seriously.
Suddenly, Bu Fang’s white hair turned black.
I’m sorry, what did you just say? Can you repeat it? I just got lost in thought and didn’t hear it clearly…
he rubbed his face and said faintly.
The spectators were rendered speechless once again. Was this chef a psychopath?

I told you to… let her go,
said the woman.
Bu Fang raised his brows and nodded. Then, he turned his head to Whitey, raised his thumb, and moved it gently across his throat.

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Whitey, kill her.