Chapter 372: Chapter 372

There was no passion or excitement in the fight; it was completely one-sided. All firepower came from guns. If it had been a dangerous and exciting battle relying on actual skill, that would have been fine. But... mowing opponents down with a machine gun? One might as well watch people shooting. What suspense or spectacle was there? The key issue was that everyone lost money, and once financial interests were involved, the mercenaries went crazy.

This wasn’t a fair match!

The wild bison had run halfway when it was riddled with bullets, eventually collapsing before the proud fat chicken, which all but blew smoke from its weapon and wore sunglasses to flaunt its special status.

"Withdraw from the match!"

Amidst loud protests, the match was paused. Too many spectators were protesting the weapon used by the fat chicken, accusing it of cheating and even threatening refunds and boycotts.

Did the opinions of the poor mercenaries matter? Of course, they were utterly useless.

But this affected the interests of the Black Market, so the match was halted. Shortly after, the host returned and announced, "Sorry, as of a minute ago, the Black Market has enacted a new law. No pets in the Duel Arena may use any handguns, machine guns, sniper rifles, or other firearms, as this violates the balance of the contest."

The clamorous noise died down, and everyone comfortably settled back into their seats, satisfied with the Black Market’s decision.

Jing Shu clapped. "Not bad, changing the law just for me. Those earlier claims that animals could use guns really went to the dogs. So, I want to ask, aside from what’s been mentioned, can everything else be used?"

After repeated inquiries, the host nodded. "Yes, the Black Market isn’t heartless. You may use knives, axes, and so on, as long as your chicken can handle them."

Jing Shu then walked over to the cage, retrieved the handgun and machine gun, and slipped the fat chicken a mysterious item. "Alright then, I have no objections. The match can start." Orıginal content can be found at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽

Heh, so naive, she thought.

The eighth match was against the Black Market’s second-ranked giant crocodile. Its gaping maw took up half its body—not just a chicken, but even a person might be bitten in half with one bite.

Despite the fat chicken’s steel helmet, if the crocodile got hold of it, it would be swallowed in one bite. The crushing force of its jaws could chew through scrap metal.

The audience was extremely satisfied; finally, their star player was making an appearance. Jing Shu nodded. The Black Market indeed hadn’t let her down. She’d heard that items made from crocodile skin were soft and comfortable? She had owned a crocodile wallet for many years; the material was indeed of good quality.

This time, bets were placed frantically, with 99% of people betting on the crocodile to win. After the machine gun was banned, what skills could this chicken possibly have?

However... as the crocodile swaggered in and the door CLANGED shut, the arena went wild with screams, as if everyone was trying to win back all the money lost in the previous eight rounds. But they were still too naive.

Because just as the crocodile opened its vast maw, the fat chicken pulled a cord. The wrapped item then revealed its true identity—it was a Hand Grenade!

The fuse was lit! Under Jing Shu’s control, the Hand Grenade was thrown precisely into the crocodile’s mouth. The crocodile obligingly bit down, and then—BOOM! An enormous explosion. The crocodile was obliterated. Tsk tsk, what a spectacle; the entire Duel Arena shook violently.

The entire crocodile was blown to bits from the inside. The fat chicken, now covered in blood and gore, trembled in fear. It licked a bit. Huh, quite tasty indeed, it thought.

"What a pity," Jing Shu said, shaking her head.

Little Black was puzzled again. The pig was a pity for its blood, the ox for its meat, he recalled. "So what’s there to pity about this crocodile?"

"Such a pity for this fine skin."

Little Black numbly edged further away from Jing Shu. Truly a terrifying Devil. After this mission, I never want to deal with this woman again, he thought.

"She cheated again! You can’t use Hand Grenades!"

"We strongly demand the Black Market change the laws! Don’t let this person exploit loopholes!"

Of course, there was an additional spectacle: the Chinese compatriots shouting, "We support you! We’re betting on you to win! Ten consecutive victories! Ten consecutive victories!"

"Keep winning ! Blow that son of a bitch up!"

Jing Shu turned her head to look. Weren’t these the Chinese middlemen who had reminded her earlier? Such lovely people, she thought.

The host was torn but secretly pleased. This Chinese woman is incredible! Maybe I really will get those 2,000 Black Market Coins tonight, he thought. He then said hesitantly, "Well, according to the law, the lady did not break any rules just now. After all, the law doesn’t explicitly prohibit pets from using Hand Grenades."

Not only did the mercenaries erupt in anger, but even the Noble District was unsettled. Even though the host had acquiesced, the match was paused yet again.

Jing Shu’s smile widened. She collected the remains of the crocodile—its back half intact, its front a mess of flesh—and placed it with the other trophies by her feet. The growing pile of carcasses next to her made her feel exhilarated by today’s big haul.

After a while, the host regretfully announced, "Oh my! For the first time in three years, the Black Market has modified the law twice in one day! It has just been stipulated that no thermal weapons or props relying on external force are allowed in pet fights. This means even defensive armor and similar items can no longer be used. It seems the fighting chicken’s victory streak is about to end."

Their turf, their rules.

Jing Shu clapped her hands appreciatively. "So, let me confirm again: no external weapons or external forces can be used, and these animals can only rely on their own natural abilities. Is that correct?"

The host said with great regret, "Although it’s unfortunate, that is indeed the case. From now on, pets will not be allowed to be fully armed with armor, firearms, or similar equipment. Anything else is permitted."

"Great. Just make sure there are no take-backs this time," Jing Shu said with a smile.

The host was bewildered. Take it back? Why would I? Shouldn’t she be the one sulking and crying ’unfair’ right now?

"I’m a law-abiding citizen. So, I’ll just retrieve the fighting chicken’s equipment," Jing Shu said. She then removed the fat chicken’s steel helmet and any other gear that could be taken off, leaving behind a gigantic, though not yet fully feathered, chicken.

The fat chicken felt somewhat shy and angry. Exposed , practically naked before the crowd! Does my dignity mean nothing anymore? it fumed internally.

Jing Shu whispered a few words to it, gave it some food and water, and then stepped back. "Alright, we can start the next match now."

"Well, never mind all that. You can feed your chicken well; this might be its last meal," the host said, shaking his head, then finally started the match.

"And now, for the ninth match! The fighting chicken versus the Black Market’s behemoth—the super-invincible giant python!"

As the host shouted, cheers erupted from the crowd below. Then, several people carried a large cage onto the Duel Arena floor. Only then did everyone realize it was a python over ten meters long, easily capable of swallowing a person whole!