Chapter 488: Only I Have Unique Law Chapter 488 Fire Dragon God Temple Sacrifice

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The saber-toothed beast's ferocity manifested in every aspect: it had developed muscles and strong fore and hind limbs, fur on its back hard enough to block close-range fire from submachine guns and pistols, and bone spurs like sharp swords extending from its neck to its tail, enough to make any opponent wanting to bite and grapple give up attacking.

Yet such a ferocious beast, once in the hands of the Long Arm Tribe's natives, lost all its spirit, tied into an S-shape with ropes in a wronged manner, its slender waist and raised buttocks perched there, half-hanging in the center of the circus tent, its bared-teeth howls turned into muttering.

The natives watching the performance suddenly burst into laughter.

Chen Yi looked left and right; inside the pavilion that could seat seven or eight hundred, students and natives were roughly half each, the former coming in pairs, the latter mostly bringing their whole families. Judging by their attire, there were merchants and salaried workers alike. Nowadays, the treatment given to salaried workers in West River City was very good; if a native had entered the government office early on, their current salary could reach around a thousand, which converted to three or four hundred copper coins—enough to support a dozen or so family members, with money left over for spending. Not long ago, after the victory of the suppression operation, participants received several months of bounty, and some might have used it to watch the show.

Now calculating, since the establishment of Xima Market over a year ago, natives who understood business and were frugal might see their assets multiply several-fold; accumulating tens or hundreds of thousands of copper coins was nothing for the wealthy among them.

If they were not Earthlings from the industrial era, these merchants might have to worry about their own obesity.

Liu Xinyu lightly tugged Chen Yi, gesturing toward the performance in front.

In the dim environment, what Chen Yi first saw was that red lip and those shining eyes; for a moment he was stirred, and lightly wrapped his hand around her.

Only then did he turn his head, placing his gaze on the stage, but his fingers, like a restless dancer, rubbed and stirred around his female companion's chest and waist.

With a "crack," the native cracked his whip.

The host cooperatively laughed: "Shen Xu is asking for applause; everyone give some applause to encourage him. Guess what he wants to do? The saber-toothed beast must be wondering too, what does he want to do?"

The audience roared with laughter; Liu Xinyu timely pulled Chen Yi's arm away, flirtatiously glared at him, and clapped hard.

Chen Yi couldn't help but laugh, comfortably stretched, and seriously watched the program.

On stage, the native circled around the saber-toothed beast, waving his long whip with his long arms, occasionally stopping to adjust the ropes on the beast.

The audience swayed left and right with the native's movements, very curious what he wanted to do to that saber-toothed beast, or rather, what else he could do.

It was like reading detective novels and watching movies, constantly making self-judgmental comparisons, which was also quite interesting.

Liu Xinyu suddenly tugged Chen Yi's arm and said: "He wouldn't want to rape this beast, would he?"

Chen Yi was at once both laughing and crying, wanting to say "no," but truly worried that saying it wrong would waste Shenjia—just how far the natives of the West Continent could go, who could say.

The three were all seated in good middle positions, with people all around front, back, left, and right. A young man dressed as a student on the left heard Liu Xinyu's words and couldn't help but feel disgusted, saying: "You're a nurse at the hospital, right? Don't think such things, though, their figures really are about the same."

The circus's big tent was a bit like a theater; the people below couldn't see each other clearly, so Liu Xinyu laughed: "Actually, the saber-toothed beast is at least six meters long; haven't you read the West Continent Compendium?"

She said, glancing at Chen Yi. The West Continent Compendium was a basic introduction to the West Continent, listing common beasts and monsters; even now on Xima Highway, small lost animals often appeared, and hunting teams often had rich harvests.

The student scratched his head and said: "Right. I've read the West Continent Compendium. But how does it look so fat and short?"

"It's tied up like this by ropes." Chen Yi could clearly see the shape.

"Six meters tied into three meters? That's impressive!" The student stood up all at once, then was cursed by those behind him into sitting down. Now the West River City-State had over twenty thousand people, Earthlings around fifteen thousand, but fewer than ten thousand lived near West River City; this place was more like a small town than a metropolis, and the relationships among Earthlings were relatively simple and honest.

The native Shen Xu, who had been circling all along, suddenly stopped, paused abruptly, and fiercely bit the saber-toothed beast's buttocks.

The audience immediately let out various "ah, oh, wow" exclamations.

The native tore hard, and patches of beast fur were pulled off by him, falling to the ground.

The saber-toothed beast made a muffled "wu" sound; with a gag ball in its mouth, besides drooling, it could do nothing.

The native continued forward, skillfully biting its hard skin, pulling hard, and instantly a piece of the outer protective shell was exposed, revealing the tender skin inside.

The host laughed loudly and shouted: "Shine the light over, everyone look, didn't expect it, right? Such a ferocious beast, its true skin color is pink, pink!"

Even Chen Yi couldn't help but smile.

"Shen Xu, continue!"

The smug native howled like a wolf several times, continued tearing and biting; in a few minutes, he had torn the saber-toothed beast into a zebra beast, with pink skin exposed everywhere.

After a while, the saber-toothed beast's entire lower body was torn bare, tender like a newborn baby or a pink little fat pig.

In the spectator seats, there were rising and falling gasps and laughter, like collective hiccups.

Yin Senyong laughed until he stumbled, saying: "I like this part the most."

Chen Yi then realized that it was their characteristic performance program.

Saber-toothed beasts attacked merchants and travelers in remote places, while within the city they captured saber-toothed beasts for circus entertainment; it was truly an interesting environmental economy.

At this moment, a native suddenly came from behind and sat right behind Chen Yi, among a group of students; the latter's laughter abruptly stopped.

Earthlings and West Continent people were like colonizers and the colonized; besides surface harmony, they could not truly guarantee equality and understanding.

A native sitting among students was like a black person sitting among white people, a farmer sitting among civil servants, a leader going down into the mine shaft... identity and status were reflected in behavior, movements, expressions, and clothing; no propaganda could change the fact that humans are born unequal and can never be equal forever—this was like a great dream, forever approaching but never reaching...

Fortunately, the students did not actively drive away this native, but instead turned their gaze to the stage.

On the contrary, this native looked left and right, finally curled his lip disdainfully, and asked Yin Senyong, who was seven or eight seats away: "Hey, you're a Divine Art Knight, right? Why sit among a bunch of little brats? Losing your status."

This sentence stirred up a hornet's nest; a student who had long been indignant stood up full of anger and said: "What right do you have to talk about us?"

The native rolled his eyelids, quite disdainfully raised his hand, a streak of flowing light swept over, and the standing student was pressed down alive.

"Just by this."

The student struggled desperately to no avail and couldn't help but be alarmed.

The level of Level 9 Combat; they usually couldn't see it.

Chen Yi also secretly marveled; the West River City-State occupied tens of thousands of square kilometers of land in total, native warriors were few and far between, and as for the government's knights, almost all had gone to the God Temple Battlefield; seeing a High-grade Combat Knight here was quite unexpected.

The noise here affected the nearby spectators; some students gathered around, and a young man with a shaved head and black skin even drew a pistol, pointing at the native and saying: "Kneel on the ground immediately, quickly."

"I heard the leader of West River City-State is a Divine Art Knight; is it one of you two?" The native completely ignored the young man's pistol.

Back then, the flag bearers of the Level 6 Combat heavy infantry regiment could fly while bearing heavy machine gun bullets; Level 9 Combat was completely immune to pistols.

Chen Yi stopped the black-skinned young man with the shaved head, saying: "You guys come find trouble after you cultivate to Level 9 Combat; if you can't win, you just can't win."

He didn't use much force, but skillfully disarmed him of his gun.

By the time Liu Xinyu glared, the students all scattered like birds and beasts. Women were rare in the West Continent, and Liu Xinyu looked like a fashionable lady bursting with sex appeal; who didn't know her identity.

"So you're Mr. Chen Yi? I'm Neisen, the officiant of the Fire Dragon Temple, honored Divine Art Knight." The other party only performed the salute after confirming Chen Yi's identity.

It could be seen that this was a guy who stood on his dignity.

Chen Yi looked him up and down, a somewhat gaunt native, the muscles on his arms clearly defined, a sort of Indian skin tone, his head shaved in layers but with long hair draped over his shoulders, a bit disheveled.

Needless to say, if he changed into the officiant's robes, he would certainly be more dignified.

A Battle Qi level 9 standard was strong, yet could not compare to the officiant's authority.

"You've come looking for me?"

"Yes, honored Divine Art Knight."

"Just call me Chen Yi." As he spoke, he walked out from the Circus Troupe's big top, and behind him the natives were gnawing on a Saber-toothed Beast's buttocks, a rather heavy taste.

"Mr. Chen." Neisen paused, and in a place with fewer people said: "I heard you can train Divine Art Knights?"

"That's right."

"The Fire Dragon Temple hopes to obtain this opportunity." As Neisen spoke, he bent deeply at the waist, both hands touching the ground, bowing like an arched bridge.

Yesterday's suggestion was only told to Yi Yaer, yet Neisen arrived today; it could be seen that the Fire Dragon Temple not only had well-informed sources, but also possessed considerable execution capability, far stronger than the Water Dragon Temple.

He had originally prepared to sell the goods to three parties, but hadn't expected Neisen to arrive even faster than Yi Yaer.

After a short while, Chen Yi asked: "Does your word count?"

"It counts."

"Only Single Divine Art Knights, 100 tons of gold per person, or 200 tons of platinum."

"I understand, I brought 500 tons of gold." Neisen had obviously received the full information.

Chen Yi looked at this gaunt native in surprise, then smiled and said: "You carried 500 tons of gold to West River? In just one day?"

"I ran here, without stopping all night." Neisen said, suddenly holding up five fingers, and said: "The gold is inside the Space Ring."

Gold's density is 19 times that of water, 100 tons of gold is just over 5 cubic meters of space, exactly the volume of a slightly better Space Ring.

"Do you need me to do anything else?" Neisen clapped his hands, and 7 knights aged about 40 walked out from a carriage beneath the city gate.

"You're all prepared." Chen Yi couldn't help laughing, then said: "Fine, all 7 of you come with me, more refunded, less supplemented."

Without him saying it a second time, Neisen understood the meaning of more refunded, less supplemented, and slipped the Space Ring from his finger and gave it to the lead knight, saying: "I'll stay in West River City; if Chen Sir can train out Divine Art Knights, the Fire Dragon Temple will certainly not forget."

Chen Yi smiled and waved his hand, saying: "You'd better think about how to explain to Yi Yaer."

Neisen smiled faintly: "With Divine Art Knights, there's no need to explain."

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