Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 570 - 119 - Literary Combat_4

Chapter 570: Chapter 119 - Literary Combat_4

"Actually, Ardu is not really suitable for the song ’Hair Like Snow’, I’ve already prepared ’She Must Really Love You’ for him." Liu Zhenhan burst out laughing.

"What are we waiting for? Let the Red Bishop come over. I’m a sport, let him take another punch from our Guoguo." Daisy pointed to the flaming balloon belonging to Beamon’s side on the wall. The flames in the balloons from both sides had such a huge difference.

"I have a reservation about not being able to participate in the game." O’Neal grumbled.

"I protest! Sirens are not Beamons! Why should it count as your Beamon performance!" Bishop Kaka angrily said, "I didn’t lose at all!"

"The elf dancer doesn’t seem to belong to your human tribe, huh?" Nana sneered.

"Are you trying to renege?" Liu Zhenhan sneered dismissively.

"This is unfair. You satisfied our human civilian’s curiosity, this shouldn’t be considered a fair competition!" Bishop Kaka backed towards the Holy Knights, still defiant.

"Enough with the bullshit!" Liu Zhenhan kicked over the table with a ’boom’, revealing the Ancient Power Firegun. The Holy Knights also collectively pulled out their weapons. Centaur archer Nedved drew his bow with six fingers, ready for the battle.

The leaders of the Fierce Tiger Mercenary Corps and the Shalba family turned pale with fright.

"I came with an olive branch and the Ancient Power Firegun, please don’t let the olive branch silently slip from my hand." Liu Zhenhan narrowed his eyes, the sparks from the cigar in his mouth scattering bit by bit. His tone was unequivocally firm.

"What an arrogant Beamon!" Dragon Knight Gaxia’s Dou Qi flared up instantly, coldly laughing.

"Silence!" Master Mage Puskas of Saint Chiao glared at Bishop Kaka. "Your Grace! In the sight of God, are you also going to renege? I wouldn’t want to see such an absurd conflict for the sake of one man."

"Master, you seem to be favoring these Beamons!" Bishop Kaka’s tone was filled with resentment and annoyance.

"Nonsense! I favor the truth!" Master Puskas wiped the dripping snot from his shabby nose and angrily rebuked.

"Lord Richard, there must be boundaries in everything..." Prince Zhang Bolun chimed in with his strange tone.

"I’ll remember your words." Liu Zhenhan burst into wild laughter, beckoning Bishop Kaka over.

Seeing no one on his side any more, Bishop Kaka stomped his feet in anger and left slowly with a displeased face. Guoguo ran over him, and before anyone could see what it was going to do, it launched up in the air with a powerful punch at the jaw of the Red Bishop, sending him flying and falling down from the second floor to the seats below. One quick Holy Knight just managed to grab the Bishop’s garment, but the power of Guoguo’s punch was too great that it tore through the elegant oriental silk dress, making a loud ripping sound.

There was an uproar.

Perhaps no one expected a Frost Snow Pichu Beast to possess such enormous strength, stunned, everyone stared at the beaming and triumphant Guoguo.

"The literary argument is over, now it’s time for the martial one!" Liu Zhenhan, glancing at the Holy Knights ablaze with anger, said, "If any of you can’t stand us, feel free to challenge us."

Gloves flew towards their respective targets immediately. All twenty Musketeers were selected including the seemingly weak Centaur archer Nedved, while none of the militia were chosen.

"Hehe...." Liu Zhenhan smirked, "After all, they’re Holy Knights, no wonder they know the real deal."

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I started to write a bit late last night, felt a bit tired of writing these days, maybe it’s because of the continuous updates, I should take a break.

Thank you to the brother who pointed out the error regarding Medusa’s age in the previous Chapters, sometimes I write so much that I forget things, I’m such a fool.

The amount of numerical errors I made is... I won’t say, it’s heartbroken beiNG...