Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 566 - 118: Always on the Edge of Struggle_5

Chapter 566: Chapter 118: Always on the Edge of Struggle_5

"Esteemed Master..." The eyes of the red-robed bishop and Gaxia, the Dragon Knight, fell on Master Puskas together.

"It might not be a bad thing for Joan of Arc to travel with a Dragon Shaman. The jokes from the Shaman can be dismissed, the young ones shouldn’t bear grudges, especially when they are so talented." Master Puskas’ dull eyes suddenly sparkled, glancing at Liu Zhenhan with expectation. "I knew a Shaman from your Bimon Kingdom many years ago, his name was Mourinho. I haven’t heard from him in years, how is our little Swan doing now?"

"Thank you for asking after my father, he is doing well." Gortani, hearing that the person was an old friend of her father’s, quickly answered humbly.

"So you are Little Mou’s daughter?" Saint Chiao, the Mage, blinked his big eyes and laughed heartily, "That’s fabulous! Perfect for you to look after Joan."

"Master..." The Dragon Knight Gaxia was getting more and more uneasy with the conversation.

Master Puskas waved his hand, interrupting her.

"I would be happy to serve." Gortani said agreeably, then turned back and found Liu Zhenhan glowering at her.

Saint Chiao, the mage, burst into laughter once again.

"To the two noble Fairy Dragons, let me drink to your honor." Master Puskas winked, "Some time ago, your acquaintances, the Iblasei-Movich couple, reached out to me."

Daisy and Nana grimaced and reluctantly lifted their cups. Liu Zhenhan suspected that the couple mentioned by Master Puskas were elders of the Dragon Clan from the Rainbow Dragon City.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward and heavy; everyone was lost in their thoughts.

"I heard Gaxia and Lord Richard had a spectacular duel in the Colosseum today. What was the outcome?" The Dragon Knight Denilson of Saint Francisco broke the silence, his tone a bit sarcastic.

"Are you implying you want a duel with me?" Liu Zhenhan sneered.

"What if I am?" The face of Dragon Knight Denilson hardened.

"Then let’s have a match tomorrow. If you have the guts, both of you come together." Liu Zhenhan said, pointing at Dragon Knight Gaxia. He had already completely lost faith in the Holy Vatican, now was the time to face them down.

"Didn’t you admit defeat? Does a Dragon Shaman who lost his pride still have the right to challenge me?" Dragon Knight Gaxia’s comment induced a roar of laughter from the room.

"How could you forget me? I, Moer the Tide Shaman, officially challenge you, noble Dragon Knight." Moer lightly tapped on the expensive porcelain plate with a teaspoon, her beautiful eyes filled with contempt.

"Just as expected from the savage Bimon, even after losing, they remain caught in their mindless bravery." Bishop Kaka, with his blatant contemptuous smile, induced another wave of laughter from the crowd. Many deliberately laughed out loud.

"To prove that your statement was absolute bullshit, I decide to show you Vatican folks our Bimon culture tonight at your opera house. Then we can test our martial skills in the Colosseum. Let’s have both a duel of culture and combat, shall we?" Liu Zhenhan stretched out his silver arm and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I don’t mind." Gaxia, the Dragon Knight, said.

"I don’t mind either. Gentlemen are always better warriors than ruffians, whether in culture or combat." Dragon Knight Denilson laughed.

"May I ask... can beasts have a culture too? Hehe.. you are not afraid of being laughed at, are you?" Bishop Kaka croaked with laughter, sounding like a chicken with its neck wrung. His intentionally curious expression amplified the laughter around him.

Marquis Capello and Count Totti felt a bad premonition.

As they expected...

Guoguo, with her high bear skin hat, quickly ran across the table, grabbed a piece of chicken breast of the bishop, then without any warning, launched herself into a spectacular jump. Her little chubby fists unceremoniously landed on Bishop Kaka’s face, sending him backward in a sprawl. Blood splattered everywhere, and after a few movements of Bishop Kaka’s withered mouth, a few teeth mixed with blood spat out like seeds.

The sound of swords being drawn became the melody of the moment. The two Pier Staff Shamans unrolled the Medusa Badge, their faces ashen as they prepared to summon their magical familiars.

"Teeth don’t fall off from laughing, they can be knocked off." Moer gently patted Guoguo’s head and said with a cold smile-------This sentence was clearly taught by Avril.

"Don’t be impulsive, since the way of the duel has been declared, both Dragon Knights have agreed, further senseless fighting would be beneath us." the words of Master Puskas, the Mage of Saint Chiao, slightly eased the fiercely confrontational eyes of the Bimon Militiamen and the Holy Knights.

"Yes, even when countries go to war, they don’t kill the ambassadors." Liu Zhenhan burst into hearty laughter.

"Good... good..." The bishop, Kaka, laughed sarcastically out of anger, wiping away the blood seeping from his mouth.

Guoguo’s punch had been accurately measured. Despite the fact that the bishop’s words seemed slightly slurred, he hadn’t sustained any significant injury.

"Actually, I am quite interested in seeing what Bimon culture is like. The Royal Troupe of Saint Antonio has not left yet. The high-note male singer, Van Bitten, his opera ’Heigar Sleepless Night’ left a strong impression on me. Let’s have this opera troupe, representing the pinnacle of human culture, compete with the Bimon delegation, and see what real culture is." The great magician of Saint Chiao glanced around, "Gentlemen, can we be a little more graceful and express our views?"

"Respected master, if they lose in the cultural duel, what then?" asked Bishop Kaka, covering his mouth with a handkerchief.

"You tell me." Liu Zhenhan extended his hand.

"Burn this evil Frost Snow Pichu Beast on the stake!"

"And what if you lose?" Liu Zhenhan countered, "Can we give it another punch?"

"No problem."

"Cultural duels are not the same as martial duels, I want to ask, how do we set the standard for this?" Ning Yu asked.

"We’ll judge based on the applause from the audience in Valencia City," Kaka, the bishop, smirked.

"To make it fair, from now on, we will all go to the Goethe Grand Theatre together. The boxes upstairs will be reserved for us. Let’s see up close what true culture and art are, and then what battle courage is." Master Puskas’ eyes sparkled, and no matter how you looked at him, he seemed like a troublemaker who was stoking the flames.

Remarkably, there seemed to be many who agreed with him and immediately, there were loud voices of agreement.

"Do we have a chance?" Ning Yu quietly asked Liu Zhenhan.

"When have you seen me fight a battle that I am not sure of?" Liu Zhenhan laughed, "A bunch of Mank Tribe Beamons, what true culture and art can they possibly have? How many Beamons do we have?"

"Let’s go for a cultural duel, not a martial one." Moer laughed.

"It should be called ’Pleasure in competing with others’," Old Liu pulled off a turkey wing, "I want to completely change the erroneous notion in human thinking that equates Beamons with beasts."

"Excessive confidence is a devilish arrogance, and I detect this excessive confidence in your tone," the little nun stated from the side.

"Little nun, I also sense something in your tone," Liu Zhenhan threw away the chicken wing and spoke with his squinted eyes.

"What?" the little nun lifted her head, asking with her big, twinkling eyes.

"Adoration." Liu Zhenhan laughed.

"Shamelessness is also the devil’s..."

"Obischillaci!" Liu Zhenhan immediately covered his ears with a frustrated expression on his face.

The little nun’s eyes twinkled with utter clarity and the mage from Saint Chiao across her smirked.

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Recommend "The Rage of the Minotaur in Beast Spirit", the book review of which has been well written by a black magic.