Everyone could then see clearly: it wasn’t the eagle’s mistake that they both crashed to the ground; the eagle had clearly been pulled down by the Fat Chicken.
More astonishingly, after such a harsh crash, the eagle was injured, but the Fat Chicken seed unscathed (its skin was as thick as city walls). Even more shockingly, as the eagle flapped, trying to fly, the Fat Chicken bit onto its talon and, mimicking the eagle, smashed it hard against the ground.
They witnessed such a large eagle being repeatedly slamd to the ground.
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" The scene grew chaotic. Could a chicken really do this? How strong must it be?
It wasn’t surprising that the eagle could catch the Fat Chicken and fly. However, the fact that the Fat Chicken could grab the eagle and slam it to the ground utterly defied Newton’s laws. Where was Newton? Shouldn’t he intervene?
The Fat Chicken seed to think: You might be the king of the skies, but on the ground, I am the King!
After a few smashes, the eagle struggled and then stopped moving. The Fat Chicken pecked at the eagle’s eyes and head. Soon, next to the bloody Hyena, an eagle’s carcass lay on the ground.
Jing Shu opened the cage, chopped off the eagle’s neck, and took the eagle, claiming righteously, "I’ll roast this for you tonight." This was just as despicable as parents taking their children’s hard-earned New Year’s money under the pretext of saving for their marriages; the children couldn’t oppose and still dreamt of those future marriages. The Fat Chicken nodded as if pecking rice, waiting to go back and eat roasted eagle.
Only then did everyone react, and they started cursing again. The officials re-entered the arena to check and confird there was no issue. Indeed, the chicken had killed the eagle. Upon seeing this, the eagle’s owner finally couldn’t hold back and charged at Jing Shu. Jing Shu, holding the eagle’s carcass with one hand, kicked him, sending him flying. At last, the Duel Arena fell quiet.
Everyone seed to realize: This chicken might really be sothing special.
The host was having trouble breathing. Although he had only bet one Black Market Coin, if the Fat Chicken actually won the match tonight, he would win at least 2,000 Black Market Coins! Observing the unimpressive-looking chicken, whose feathers had barely grown in and which had few distinguishing features beyond its claws, the host suppressed his excitent and said, "My goodness, this might truly be today’s dark horse. Let us see the third duel then."
The third match was against a Jaguar. Though not as formidable as the Hyena, it was still agile and incredibly fast. Jing Shu broke out in a cold sweat. However, the Fat Chicken consud Spiritual Spring daily, just like Jing Shu. This gave it imnse strength and an incredibly thick hide that not even a knife could pierce. The Jaguar bit the Fat Chicken and drew so blood, but in the blink of an eye, the Fat Chicken pecked dozens of bloody holes in the Jaguar, instantly killing it!
This was, however, the first animal to injure the Fat Chicken—a comndable feat.
The fourth match, against a wolf, ended without suspense. The spectators beca sowhat numb. Yet, so still felt this opponent was formidable and that the Fat Chicken surely couldn’t win.
The fifth match was against a wild boar. This fiery red creature was ranked 10th among the battle pets of the Duel Arena, not a plaything for commoners but for the Nobles. Before the apocalypse, its Noble owner had won many battles with this boar. Consequently, the boar was highly fierce and robust, having never lacked food.
The wild boar was locked in a cage, which four people carried into the arena together. Its irritable temperant made the whole iron cage RATTLE loudly. The onlookers regained their confidence because the wild boar was truly formidable.
"This must weigh at least 500 pounds, right?" Jing Shu asked, astounded by the wild boar’s substantial size.
After Little Black translated, the host nodded. "A 700-pound wild boar. In the arena, its basic strategy is to crush and slam directly—job done."
"Hey, I’m betting on the wild boar to win this round, any objections?"
"If it loses this, I’ll twist my own head off in public and kick it like a ball! Look at that chicken; it’s only one-tenth the size of the wild boar. How could it possibly win?"
At that mont, Jing Shu couldn’t help but swallow. If I bring such a big wild boar back, I can make braised pork trotters, head, and ears for cold dishes. A plate of thinly sliced pork head at before dinner... SLURP! I’ve heard wild boar at is even tastier!
The host, thinking Jing Shu was scared, comforted her, "Making it to the fifth round ans you’ve already won quite a few Black Market Coins, and your chicken will forever be recorded on our combat leaderboard. However, the wild boar has rough skin and thick flesh; even if your chicken’s beak is fierce, it can’t penetrate its hide."
Jing Shu confird again, "Sir, can equipnt and weapons be used?"
"Of course, as long as your pet can use them autonomously."
"Then why aren’t the other pets wearing any equipnt?"
Looking at Jing Shu as if she were an idiot, the host said, "These pets are hard to ta and lack the intelligence. Besides, their greatest weapons are their own body parts, and their best defense is a good offense. Of course, at most, you could outfit them with leather armor for protection, like you did."
The match began.
The wild boar was hot-tempered. As soon as it entered the competition platform, it started charging around recklessly, making the entire iron-barred enclosure SHAKE and CLANG. Soon, it targeted the chicken and charged without warning.
The massive, mountain-like boar was enormously powerful. In comparison, the Fat Chicken was as tiny as an ant and could easily be trampled to death.
"CRUSH IT! GET IT! OH SHIT, I’m finally going to win!"
The Fat Chicken was scared out of its wits. Such a huge wild boar is charging at ! What’s a chicken to do? And so... to everyone’s astonishnt, the Fat Chicken flapped its wings and took off into the air. It flew! The boar had scared it so much it actually flew! This pig is bad news!
The Fat Chicken learned on the fly, mimicking an eagle by diving from the sky. But the Fat Chicken was too plump and struggled to stay airborne. It wasn’t so much a dive as a direct plumt onto the wild boar’s head. It then viciously pecked at the boar’s eyes. This ti, it was quite an effort.
The wild boar bolted like an unbridled horse, squealing and bucking wildly. It even threw itself to the ground, trying to dislodge the Fat Chicken. But the Fat Chicken clung on like a stubborn leech, pecking furiously. Eventually, it pecked the boar’s eyes into a bloody pulp. Even after blinding the boar, it continued to peck deeper.
This is simply the most brutal pig slaughter I’ve ever witnessed, Jing Shu thought.
"What a pity," Jing Shu murmured.
Little Black, who had been extrely excited, now looked completely bewildered. "A pity? What’s a pity?"
"Sigh, all that pig blood spilled on the ground."
"Huh???" What is she even talking about? Little Black wondered.
"Think of the blood curd stew, the spicy blood jelly..." Jing Shu lanted.
Little Black stared at her with a strange expression. Is she so kind of Devil?
The audience wasn’t as composed as Jing Shu. Instead, they stood up, ready to rush into the arena, eager to see what this Fat Chicken was really made of. They were cursing and ranting, so yelling it was a rigged match, others insisting it was impossible.
Was the Fat Chicken powerful? But was it more powerful than a wild boar? Not necessarily. But the Fat Chicken was smart. Humans ascended to the top of the food chain because of intelligence.
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