Chapter 375: Chapter 375
The fat chicken, shivering with fear, hesitated before finally leaping down into the midst of jeers urging it to become food. It landed accurately on the hippo’s head, clung tightly with its claws, and then pecked, creating a small pit.
This provoked roaring laughter from the spectators.
"This chicken is killing me! Does it really plan to eat the hippo by sitting on its head?"
"But it looks more like it’s scratching the hippo’s itch."
Jing Shu ignored the laughter and asked Pei Qi, "Have you ever heard an old saying from Huaxia: ’Constant dripping wears away the stone’?"
The hippo resisted, shaking its head and flinging itself against the iron cage, but it couldn’t shake off the fat chicken. So, it mechanically repeated the actions of swinging its head and ramming the cage.
As for the fat chicken? It began to peck furiously at the hippo’s head. When one peck wasn’t enough, it delivered ten. Its sharp beak, like a chisel, finally carved a small hole. Then, it started eating the rotting flesh inside bit by bit.
It wasn’t just rotting flesh; the fat chicken had also consumed red earthworms and all sorts of poisonous snakes. Taking in the powerful Spiritual Spring daily had made it immune to poisons. At home, the fat chicken even had the nickname ’Bottomless Pit.’
It could eat hundreds of pounds of red earthworms in one sitting. Of course, its stomach couldn’t hold all that. It ate and excreted simultaneously, like a non-stop perpetual motion machine.
Jing Shu admired no one in the world as much as chickens, because they have straightforward digestive systems: they eat, then they poop.
Time slowly passed, and the audience began to yawn. Some said the chicken wasn’t impressive, yet it was agile enough to dodge the hippo’s attacks, especially when it sat on the hippo’s body where the hippo couldn’t reach it. Others acknowledged its tenacity but pointed out that, despite pecking for so long, it had only managed to create a large gash.
"It looks chicken has gone mad, actually planning to eat this hippo."
"Give it ten bellies, and see if it can eat the hippo then."
To the audience, this was ridiculous—like an ant eating an elephant. It was merely a chicken’s last futile struggle. The Zombie Hippo, true to its undead nature, incessantly tried to shake off the fat chicken or smash it against the cage. One mistake from the chicken, and it would be dead without a proper burial. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
The fat chicken, miraculously unharmed, managed to sit on the hippo’s head, teasing it like a Monkey, all thanks to facing a Zombie Hippo. If it had been a Zombie Snake or Zombie Crocodile, it probably would have been a goner.
At first, everyone was in high spirits, convinced the fat chicken was done for. The host also made a concerted effort to commentate, acting as a social lubricant to manage the event’s atmosphere; he had to guide the audience’s emotions. Every time the hippo almost flung the chicken off or crashed into the iron cage with a loud CLANG, he would exclaim, provoking the audience to stand up and cheer.
But after three, four... ten times, the host was tired of talking, and the audience was hoarse from shouting.
Ten minutes passed. Atop the hippo’s head, a pit the size of a fist appeared. It contained no blood, only nauseating, wriggling flesh that looked like countless insects. The fat chicken pecked and ate this flesh, but some pieces fought back, wrapping around the chicken’s neck or sticking to it like suction cups.
The audience thought their chance had come: the Undead Zombie was about to kill the fat chicken! However, the fat chicken still managed to peck away every last bit of the attacking flesh.
Just when the host didn’t know what to say next, the fat chicken was finally flung off. Everyone stood up. Is the match ending?!
Of course not. The fat chicken, possibly overfed, had just relieved itself with a series of SPLATS when the Zombie Hippo, which was charging towards it, suddenly stopped. It mechanically began to eat... This scene not only stunned the host but also nearly made Pei Qi vomit in disgust.
With something to eat, the Zombie Hippo seemed to calm down. The fat chicken, as if it had found the trick to passing the level, began to bustle about like bees. Now and then, it would jump down to defecate or, failing that, lay a couple of eggs. Then it would fly back to the hippo’s head to continue pecking and eating, endlessly repeating the process.
Zombie Hippos are tough. They ignore machine gun fire and all kinds of firearms. If anyone gets close, they become aggressive and want to eat them. But when food is present, they don’t react to anything you do.
Even after half an hour, the hippo, despite having had most of its head pecked away by the fat chicken, continued eating unaffected. It was like a program set by a programmer, feeling no pain and knowing only the drive to eat.
The atmosphere in the arena became quite peculiar, shifting from initial confidence to doubt, then to confusion, and now to impatience and loud cursing. Everyone was on an emotional roller coaster.
Even Pei Qi hadn’t anticipated that to handle such a massive creature, all that was needed was to provide enough food, and it would ignore everything else. Wasn’t that a bit too mindless?
Never mind Pei Qi; even Jing Shu herself hadn’t thought such a method could be used against a massive Zombie Hippo. The fat chicken... it might have set a precedent, huh? Truly one of a kind.
More and more people began to curse the hippo. Even more started to panic as their bets hung in the balance. They couldn’t believe that a ferocious, unstoppable hippo that could withstand machine guns would be gradually consumed by such a childish strategy.
"No, it’s impossible!" one person declared. "A hippo that weighs several tons—I don’t believe this chicken can eat it all."
"Besides, this chicken, having eaten that zombie flesh, can’t be far from death itself."
There was still a sliver of hope in the arena. The host’s heart thumped wildly. Could it be that the casual bet of 1 Black Market Coin I placed might actually bring in thousands of times the payoff today?
Pei Qi started to get anxious, while Jing Shu, on the other hand, sat down calmly, legs crossed, watching the fat chicken’s performance. That creature had no other remarkable qualities except for its ability to eat.
The audience began to despair bit by bit. The massive Zombie Hippo’s entire head had been picked clean, and the ground was littered with piles of chicken excrement. The chicken’s digestive and feeding capabilities were terrifyingly efficient; it consumed several times its own weight in food, and most importantly, it could eat and digest simultaneously.
The headless Zombie Hippo didn’t fall. Instead, tens of millions of pores opened on its body, and it continued to absorb any food. The fat chicken kept eating. This went on for three or four hours, until the several-ton hippo was eaten down to just a skeleton.
This was a grueling spectacle for the audience. It lacked any thrilling exchange of blows, bites, or tearing; instead, it was a contest of who could eat more. It wasn’t that the hippo couldn’t eat; it had simply picked the wrong opponent to try and eat.
When the skeleton finally collapsed with a CRASH, the hippo, valued at ten thousand Black Market Coins, thus vanished, signaling the end of the contest.
Though the Black Market and the audience were loath to admit it, the fat chicken had indeed won this match.
"Alright, I announce that today’s fighting chicken has succeeded in the ten-round survival fight!"
As the host made the announcement, the arena erupted with curses. But there were also a lucky few; Little Black shouted incredulously, "Oh my God, oh my God, I’ve won five thousand Black Market Coins! I’m set for life!"