Chapter 364: The Continuation of Tragedy
"Ouch, ouch…"
The black humanoid lump thrown onto the Arena by the Little Fox let out a wail, baring its teeth. It raised its head and looked around, at me, at the Little Fox, then at the thousands of spectators below the stage. After a long daze, it suddenly burst into an exaggerated laugh.
"Oh, it's Old Brother Wu! What a coincidence! You guys continue… continue, don't mind me, I'm just passing by and not getting involved…"
Hmph, coincidence my foot! Not getting involved your head! Don't steal my lines, you bastard!
Undoubtedly, the person who could so smoothly utter lines that didn't originally belong to This World was none other than the tragic Wizard, Phoenix, who had once served as our Guide and spent over half a month with us in the Forest.
After saying this, Phoenix was about to leave, but unfortunately, he was grabbed by the Robe from behind by the Little Fox. Although his Level was higher than hers, it was a pity. Who made him the Wizard, the weakest in Strength among the Seven Great Classes? So, under her pulling, his feet lifted and fell, but he remained rooted to the spot, like a Roe Deer caught by a large iron trap set by a Hunter. Slowly, two streams of clear tears flowed from Phoenix's squinting eyes. While struggling futilely on the spot, he cast his gaze towards me, as if to say: Wukong, save me.
You'd be better off dying sooner and being reborn.
Ignoring Phoenix's pleading gaze, I turned my gaze to the smiling Little Fox, a little curious how she knew Phoenix. However, based on my guess, it must be Phoenix, that playboy, who set his sights on the Little Fox again, which is why he ended up being enslaved by this Little Fox with nine Tails growing out of her buttocks. What a Tragedy. Why does he always manage to provoke women he can't afford to provoke?
"You two know each other?"
Following my gaze, the Little Fox's smile became even sweeter—a sweet Trap. I quickly shook my head, firmly drawing a line between myself and Phoenix.
Tragedy is contagious!!
"That's good. I thought you were Friends and was worried I wouldn't be able to go easy later. Now I'm relieved." Saying this, the Little Fox patted her full Chest, which looked particularly eye-catching supported by her petite Figure.
What a sharp-tongued Little Guy. No matter what I say, she probably has a Method to counter it. I secretly rolled my eyes and forcibly shifted my Line of Sight away from her slightly trembling bosom, finally landing on Phoenix.
"Where are your Eyes? How did you provoke her?"
I showed a gaze like looking at a Crawler. Being a playboy isn't your fault, but having no Vision/Insight is your mistake. This Little Fox, apart from having a slightly pretty face, a slightly pleasing Figure, and a slightly alluring Temperament, what else is good about her...
Seeming to know that he was about to face Tragedy again, Phoenix gave up struggling. With a bitter face, he explained to me, "Do you think I wanted this? She provoked me, not the other way around."
It turned out that this poor bug had been muttering softly under the stage while Ku Te and I were sparring on it. It was his bad luck that Lucia's Team happened to be standing right next to her. At that time, I had already been tricked by Ku Te into using Volcano, and in the eyes of other Adventurers, I was in a great Crisis. Lucia, who was originally full of Confidence in the Battle Result on the stage, didn't expect that there were others who shared her Opinion, and were even more confident than herself, who had only guessed the Result based on her Sixth Sense. She couldn't help but eavesdrop for a while and discovered that this Wizard was likely a Friend of that guy.
Thinking of this, Lucia took the initiative to step forward and greet him. Given Phoenix's Personality, even an amoeba could guess his flattered expression at the time. A Beauty, a Beauty hundreds of times more beautiful than Oona, whom he had been pursuing. Perhaps only the two terrifying girls beside Old Brother Wu could be slightly more beautiful than her, but her innate charming temperament was enough to make up for that Gap. Seeing such a Lucia, how could Phoenix not drool profusely? He even spilled the fact that he had been heartbroken 63 times before.
Wait, wasn't it 55 times? It's only been less than a month since we parted. Did he experience Tragedy 8 more times?
From the conversation, the wily Little Fox quickly figured out Phoenix's weakness for women. Her small Fox Tail immediately wagged back and forth, and her big Eyes rolled around. She was probably thinking about how to fully squeeze out his remaining value. Unexpectedly, it came in handy so quickly, and Phoenix's Tragedy stemmed from this.
"Whatever you want. If you want to join, join. I don't really care."
After understanding the reason, I leaned on my Crystal Sword and smiled coolly. However, in Phoenix's Eyes, this was definitely a sinister smile.
"It's not that I want to join."
He held his head, his brain filled with bitterness. He knew my Strength/Power better than anyone present. Let alone a Team of four Tier 3 Adventurers plus himself, a Fourth Tier Wizard, even a Team of five Fourth Tier Adventurers together would be useless.
However, his wail was clearly ignored. Amidst the Adventurers' continuous shouts of "Hurry up and start," Phoenix's back collar was firmly grasped by Lucia's small hand, and he was dragged step by step towards the opposite side of the Arena. With that appearance of a wronged little wife, even if I said he wasn't an M, not many people would believe it.
"Old Brother Wu, please go easy on me."
Phoenix, being dragged by his back collar, faced me and said with a tearful face. Falling into the Little Fox's demonic grasp, he had already given up futile struggles, only hoping to lose with some dignity.
"What are you talking about? Can't the five of us beat one idiot? You're not thinking of defecting when the Battle starts, are you?"
Hearing Phoenix say this, Lucia was displeased. No matter how Strong that idiot was, could he be stronger than an entire Team? To be safe, she even brought in a Fourth Tier Wizard. This Battle should have been without suspense, but what was wrong with this guy? He was already begging for mercy before the fight even started. No wonder he could be Friends with that idiot; birds of a feather flock together!!
"You... sigh, I can't explain this clearly. You'll know later. Don't worry, although he and I are good buddies (Hey hey, who's good buddies with you?), friendship is friendship, I would absolutely never defect."
Phoenix opened his mouth, wanting to explain something. In the end, he just shook his head helplessly and said, What about five Adventurers? That biggest Ghost Wolf, the one called Light Snow , just it alone could wipe out our entire Team.
"Anyway, we absolutely must win this time and recruit that idiot into our Team. Then we'll have a Tank for fights and won't have to worry about food and clothing."
Lucia clenched her delicate small Fist, speaking like a bandit chief, gesturing aggressively a few times. She didn't want to lose; losing would benefit that bastard, and she wouldn't do it! How could she, who was respectfully called Little Fox by her tribesmen... cough cough, stop, stop, why am I saying my own nickname? I am the peerlessly beautiful, invincible Lucia Your Highness, how can I just benefit that kind of idiot for free? Hmph, he already has three Wives, yet he still dares to have designs on me! I'd marry any Tom, Dick, or Harry before I marry you!!
The more Lucia thought about it, the angrier she got, completely forgetting that the Condition was set by herself.
"..."
Tank? Won't have to worry about food and clothing? So she planned to recruit me with this idea. I'd rather die than do it. This time, no matter what, I cannot lose.
"Hey hey, you idiot over there, are you ready?"
At this moment, Lucia, who was already standing at the opposite corner of the Arena with her other three Teammates, put one hand on her hip and pointed at me aggressively with the other, shouting coquettishly. Looking at her appearance, she was just short of saying "this old lady" out loud. Speaking of which, I, the victim, wasn't even angry, so what was she getting angry about?
Confused, I looked over inexplicably. As I looked at her, I didn't know if it was an illusion, but the Little Fox's tender pink face seemed to faintly show a trace of blush, which then transformed into even greater rage as she glared at me. It must be an illusion. The Little Fox would only blush in two situations. One is when she's plotting some nasty trick and deliberately putting on an act; the other is when the Sun rises from the west.
Examining the five people opposite. The Squad led by Lucia, the four members, each exuded a Strength/Power that was not weak. And these four streams of Presence were subtly intertwined, forming a more solid, seemingly indestructible vast Presence. This is the Strength of teaming up, and it fully demonstrates the Tacit Understanding of Lucia's Squad. If the members didn't understand each other's thoughts and trust each other, it would be impossible to blend their Presence together so perfectly.
As for Phoenix, this tragic Wizard, although he was the strongest among the five, being new here, he couldn't Integrate/Blend In with Lucia's Squad at all. Therefore, under the Powerful Presence formed by the four, he was isolated, standing aside dazedly, like an inconspicuous little grass beside a cluster of blooming flowers, with gusts of evening breeze carrying dead leaves seemingly blowing over his Body.
External Aid is always relatively Solitary, and Phoenix's current appearance was especially Solitary.
However, at this moment, no one would sympathize with Phoenix's Feelings. The Adventurers below the stage were all surprised by the Strength/Power displayed by Lucia's Squad. The ability for the members' Presence to twist together so perfectly into a single unit was something that even many Kurast Level Adventure Teams couldn't achieve—they were definitely an Elite Level Adventurer Team.
The Adventurers immediately cheered. Many looked at Lucia, who was leading, with even more ardent gazes. Not only was her Appearance top-notch, but her Strength/Power was also first-class. A woman like this was a rare find! It was clear that regardless of the Battle Result, win or lose, Lucia would become the new generation Goddess of Kurast.
"Good Strength/Power. It seems I can't keep hiding anymore."
Feeling the Strength/Power of Lucia's Squad, I was slightly taken aback, then smiled. I had originally wanted to try fighting one against five, but now it seemed I was being arrogant. How could Adventurers who could reach this point be weaklings? Four long-term cooperating Teammates fighting together, their Strength/Power is definitely not as simple as multiplying by four. I estimate that just two would be enough to give me a headache, three would make me consider retreating. As for facing a combination of four Adventurers of the Same Tier/Rank as me, with higher Levels, and being an Elite Team, it is impossible for me to win with my Strength/Power alone.
"Hmph, just boast. After you're done boasting, let... let me see what else you're hiding?" Hearing me say this, Lucia's crimson little mouth pouted even higher.
My dear lady, stop provoking him. If that Ghost Wolf called Light Snow sends an Energy Cannon over, the five of us will have to obediently step down, you know? Phoenix's face became even more bitter.
"As you wish."
Smiling brightly, under Lucia's stunned gaze, I loosened my grip on the Crystal Sword I was leaning on. My palms slowly opened, and a faint white Glow rippled in my palms. Corresponding to this, four huge Magic Arrays suddenly unfolded on the ground.
"Multiple Summon?"
White Wolf, the Druid opposite, cried out in surprise. The Adventurers below the stage drew a sharp breath.
Not only that, looking at the four astonishingly large Magic Arrays, White Wolf, who was also of the Druid Class, turned even paler. He found that each of the opponent's Summoning Magic Arrays was at least one and a half times larger than the Summoning Magic Arrays he usually cast. What did this mean? White Wolf didn't know, but he felt a heavy sense of Crisis in his heart.
"Perhaps, this time we really will lose."