Chapter 371: Chapter 371
The wild boar’s resistance was too fierce. The fat chicken had no choice but to flutter onto the iron cage, gripping the wire mesh tightly. It looked down at the wild boar, which was violently slamming into the wire mesh below, acting as if it had gone mad. This is too terrifying! It’s scaring me to death! But the thought of braised pork ribs fills me with drive.
That’s right, this time the fat chicken had taken the initiative.
The wild boar howled for more than ten minutes before it gradually thudded to the ground. The audience cursed not only their mothers but also their fathers.
To the disappointment of the spectators, the fat chicken, still considered unlikely to win, came out victorious again. The person who had boasted about twisting its head off slunk away dejectedly. Many didn’t understand why such ferocious animals became defenseless in front of a mere chicken.
The sixth match was against the Komodo Dragon, the Duel Arena’s eighth-ranked noble pet, possessing even stronger attack methods than the wild boar. The key was that this was a Komodo Dragon, three meters long; it wasn’t like the wild boar. The fat chicken couldn’t resort to its despicable eye-pecking trick.
The moment the Komodo Dragon was brought in, everyone knew the game was over.
As for the fat chicken’s attack methods, after it had won five matches in a row, everyone had seen through its repetitive moves. Though everyone recognized this chicken was truly out of the ordinary, the species limitations were clear. Even if the Komodo Dragon just closed its eyes and stood still, could the chicken actually peck it to death?
The Komodo Dragon was at the top of the food chain, with no natural enemies. Also known as the Komodo Dragon, it had numerous attack methods; it could even use its tail as a support to stand and tear with its claws. Crucially, it was poisonous; once bitten, there was hardly any hope of survival.
The host felt some regret; the Black Market didn’t allow outsiders to challenge the established "ten consecutive victories" status. Frankly, this was the Black Market’s own hype, a way of harvesting leeks. Every once in a while, they would stage a "ten consecutive victories" event, manipulating the outcome with backend data and underhanded tactics. They would squeeze all the Black Market Coins from the hands of mercenaries and citizens, then release a ton of tasks.
Frankly, it meant that 98% of the mercenaries and commoners were constantly performing tasks, working to create labor value for the 2% of Nobles. Meanwhile, the Nobles enjoyed lavish services, amused themselves with pet fights, and conveniently repossessed Black Market Coins. This was to prevent inflation and stop mercenaries from accumulating too many Black Market Coins to exchange for supplies.
Jing Shu wasn’t sure if the fat chicken’s current strength would be sufficient against the Komodo Dragon. So, to be on the safe side, and also not wanting to waste time, she tossed a handgun into the arena before the match started. She announced, "Sir, this is the chicken’s weapon. It has requested to use a weapon for the duel." Googlᴇ search 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩•𝗳𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝕟𝕖𝕥
Everyone: "???" What does that mean?
"Hey, are you saying you want the chicken to shoot the Komodo Dragon with a handgun? Are you joking?" Little Black asked.
The host laughed, and the audience burst into laughter as well. A chicken with a gun? Even if it could fire a gun, could it possibly shoot accurately?
As soon as the Komodo Dragon entered the cage, it swayed its huge body and started to CHOMP, CHOMP on the Hyena’s corpse on the ground, while the fat chicken trembled in a corner. Thank goodness Master tossed a gun in here! I’m familiar with this device; Master aims it at me every day. Even if I haven’t eaten pork, haven’t I seen a pig run? The fat chicken propped up the handgun with its wing and held it in its beak to fire.
Jing Shu used the Illusion Technique to control the fat chicken, adjusting its aim.
With a loud BANG, blood splattered from the Komodo Dragon’s head. The Komodo Dragon reacted violently in pain, jumping up like a startled bird. This was followed by another gunshot that struck the Komodo Dragon again, this time completely piercing its skull. The giant creature thundered to the ground, dead on the spot.
The duel was over so quickly that the audience was still laughing uproariously, curious to see the fat chicken’s performance using a weapon to kill the Komodo Dragon. But at this moment, their laughter froze on their faces. This damn thing actually worked!
The fat chicken once again secured a match victory in a bizarre and seemingly impossible manner, leaving the audience with an awful experience.
The host swallowed hard and stammered, "My god, this can’t be possible!" But that was the reality. Even after the Black Market staff meticulously checked the surroundings multiple times without finding anything amiss, they were already preparing to report it. They wanted to see if the rules could be changed. After all, if an animal could use firearms, wouldn’t it become invincible?
Jing Shu thought, I wonder if Komodo Dragon meat is tasty. I’ll have to try it. But the hide must be really tough—perfect for making armor. So, she had the corpse brought out and piled at her feet. With an eagle, a wild boar, a leopard, a wolf, and now a Komodo Dragon gathered around her, Jing Shu looked quite impressive.
The seventh match was against the Noble District’s sixth-ranked buffalo. Everyone’s confidence surged back; the Black Market had made its countermove. Jing Shu rolled her eyes. Why not bring an elephant next?
"Handguns are useless against a buffalo!" someone exclaimed. "Even if it’s hit, it won’t die that quickly. Damn it, the buffalo will surely kill that damned chicken in an instant!"
Still, the vast majority bet on the buffalo winning. They were like gamblers with bloodshot eyes, swearing not to stop until they won. Meanwhile, Jing Shu’s teammates, having witnessed her prowess, quietly placed their bets on Jing Shu to win. Seeing her composed demeanor, they knew she certainly had another trick up her sleeve.
Word of a gun-wielding chicken quickly spread from the Duel Arena throughout the Black Market. The news that it was now facing a buffalo drew many more people into the Duel Arena to watch the exciting duel, crowding the venue with eager spectators.
The buffalo was by far the largest animal yet faced; its two horns could easily toss the fat chicken into the air. After much effort to get it into the iron cage, staff members then deliberately slashed the buffalo twice, clearly to enrage it. So, as soon as it entered the Duel Arena, it instantly ignited the atmosphere, charging at the fat chicken with blistering speed!
Could the buffalo end the fat chicken’s life before it got a chance to shoot? The answer was no.
Just when everyone thought this nightmarish farce was finally over, Jing Shu threw in a machine gun.
You have your horns, I have my machine gun. Let’s see who’s more badass! she thought.
Everyone collectively thought: Erm... there are things one wants to say, but perhaps shouldn’t...
Accuracy wasn’t needed for the machine gun; as long as it was aimed generally at the buffalo, it could unleash a sweeping barrage. With the RAT-TAT-TAT of the gunfire, screams erupted from the audience. Stray bullets even injured quite a few bystanders, and the scene descended into chaos once more.
The fat chicken seemed to have grasped the true essence of using weapons. To deal with a badass bull, only an even more badass weapon will do the trick and finish it off!
Jing Shu clutched her chest, her heart aching. It’s not the RAT-TAT-TAT of the bullets I’m upset about, but this poor, bullet-riddled buffalo. I’ve heard that jerky made from air-dried yak meat is chewy and delicious. I wonder if all these bullet holes will affect the taste of this buffalo meat.
Both the audience and the Nobles had an awful experience!