Chapter 811

A sticky-sounding noise came from beside him, and Yewo Zuo only then realized that, somehow, an ugly-looking pot had appeared next to him; from the pot's mouth a "pop" produced a head—Yu Hu's misaligned smiling face was, as always, nauseating.

Yewo Zuo's expression instantly cooled. He was too lazy to turn his head, merely glancing at him with the corner of his eye: "None of your business."

"Don't say that~" Yu Hu's head elongated another segment, like some sea‑dwelling mollusk, "Even if Your Excellency Yewo Zuo is rude, I won't report it to that lord."

"I've never said that," Yewo Zuo said coldly, "That lord is an absolute being; no one needs to question that, and I certainly wouldn't compare him to Hu Lei."

Yu Hu's smile froze briefly, then quickly returned to its mischievous grin: "Oh dear, just a joke~ Your Excellency Yewo Zuo is still so serious~ Appreciating someone isn't a crime. I think Hu Lei is fine, but his flaw lies in aesthetic taste; if he also had the pot's eye for appraisal, he'd stuff a fox‑person's limbs into the pot, leaving only a head… like a potted plant, watching the fox‑person's face gradually turn into a Buli person—wouldn't that be amusing?"

"How disgusting," Yewo Zuo turned back, coldly scanning him, "…During the upper quarter, private fights are prohibited; stop following me."

———

"'Hidden‑shadow monkey… come out!'"

As the roar exploded, Hu Lei's feet slammed the ground; the courtyard floor cracked like a spiderweb, and a fist‑sized stone fragment was jolted upward. Hu Lei thrust his right hand forward, his five fingers tracing a after‑image in the air, striking precisely the stone's side; with a "whoosh," the fragment shot toward the distant roof like an arrow.

The shadow on the roof moved.

He deftly evaded Hu Lei's attack, and in the next second slipped and landed steadily at the courtyard entrance.

"…Jiao Qiu."

Seeing Jiao Qiu's injuries were not minor, Mo Ze's usually placid face also showed an unusually solemn expression.

"Mo Ze… run—"

"Hahaha, he can't escape, and neither can you." Hu Lei whispered with a laugh, "Yao Qing's monkey, you arrived just in time. Tell your general… tell her, I will start here, slashing through the Luo Fu Celestial Boat. From now on, my wolf‑blood offspring will roam every bustling market, hunting, feeding on the followers of the demon bow."

"Wolf children, follow me, stride boldly among the prey!"

"My return will bring back the Wolf Ancient Precept; I will rescue the fallen clan in my own way, restoring its former glory!"

———

Offer blessings to the beautiful world.

Accompanied by Hu Lei's thunderous roar, the entire Adventurers' Guild fell silent; even the boastful adventurers on the second floor shut their mouths.

"That guy relies on the fact that ordinary people can't kill him; the fox‑person dares not truly kill him, so he plans to run amok in Luo Fu, right?" He Zhen picked up a French fry from the plate, twirled it between his fingers, "Such arrogance—wait for General Feixiao to deal with you!"

"Hmm… after careful observation, I've drawn a conclusion from Hu Lei." Hui Hui narrowed her left eye, looking very serious, "With the power of my explosive magic… one shot might not kill him."

"Ahem! Do you still need to observe that? Your explosive magic barely scraping off a bit of his bloodskin would be enough." He Zhen almost choked on his own saliva, "Given the regeneration his heart provides, I even think no force in this world can directly kill that guy; perhaps not even the Demon King Army."

"Hey hey, He Zhen, you're underestimating the Demon King Army, aren't you?"

At the next table, a warrior with a tangled beard lifted his cup, looking skeptical: "Although Hu Lei is strong, do you know how many troops the Demon King Army has? Just the monster legion outside Demon King City alone—"

"Buffet."

"Ha? What does that mean?"

"I'm saying that for Hu Lei, the Demon King Army is like a buffet; once you enter the restaurant, do you feel the food threatens you?" He Zhen shrugged; though he thought they might not grasp 'buffet', he patiently explained, "If no magic can instantly erase Hu Lei's flesh, he'll hunt forever, living forever… Given Hu Lei's habits, probably eats the Demon King Army on odd days, adventurers on even days, and mixes both on Sundays."

He Zhen's description was truly striking.

Even the usually irreverent Dacknis paled; after all, despite her quirky habits, she is very serious about life‑or‑death matters.

"Fortunately Hu Lei is alone, and he's on the Luo Fu Celestial Boat. If the leaders of the Feng Rao People were as hard to kill as him, it's no wonder they could force the Fang Hu Celestial Boat into a corner back then."

———

The Martial Arts Ceremony is about to commence, Jing Feng Warship.

Accompanied by the rumbling of cannons, San Yue Qi perched on the rail, eyes wide with excitement, gazing down at the Celestial Boat beneath.

"Wow, the salute cannons on the Jing Feng Warship sound amazing! Is this the atmosphere of the Martial Arts Ceremony? My ears feel like they'll go deaf."

"The scene isn't big, so how can it attract spectators? San Yue, you haven't forgotten why you're here, have you?" Yun Li reminded from beside.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing here?" San Yue Qi pretended not to know.

"Look around, does anything come to mind?"

San Yue Qi patted his head, then exclaimed, "Ah, the memory of being struck from the sky onto the Taiko Am Grand Arena resurfaced; we… are here to compete, right."

"Great, great, your head finally regained its memory, and I've also put down the old iron I was holding high." Yun Li looked up at her, "As the saying goes, 'When there's work, the disciple bears the labor.' Remember, you're here as a Luo Fu swordsman, standing in for your unworthy master Yan Qing."

San Yue Qi, hearing this, couldn't help but worry, "Speaking of it, if the opponent on stage this time is super strong and knocks me down in a few blows, what then… I'm only a beginner in swordsmanship. I don't know where the confidence came from, but I just agreed to General Huai Yan."

Yun Li waved her hand lightly, "Hey, no need to worry. If you fall, I'll step in and deal with your opponent. But then all the glory of the Luo Fu Celestial Boat will belong to Zhu Ming, hahahaha…"

San Yue Qi slumped, "Please, Master Yun Li, I'm about to go on stage; give me some confidence!"

"San Yue, think of the great storms you faced on the train journey! You must have encountered enemies far scarier than the Martial Arts Ceremony opponents. Doesn't that make it easier?"

"Should we call Master Yan Qing back? This master's sudden retreat, leaving the disciple to take the fall, what kind of thing is that?" San Yue Qi muttered softly.

Yun Li continued encouraging, "San Yue, with the master withdrawing, this is a great chance for you to shine."

"I think it's a good opportunity my master gave me for a head to fall to the ground!"

"Oh dear, where did all these complaints come from? You promised Grandpa and still want to run? Hurry up and go!"