Chapter 299 - 300 Beaten Up by a Dog

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Chapter 299: Chapter 300 Beaten Up by a DogWang Cai’s performance also startled the drunkard; this dog seemed different from the typical Demon Beasts of the Dog Clan. After all, he was a Martial Saint at the basic level, but now all his attacks were hitting thin air, which shocked him and made his hands move even faster. Although his speed increased, Wang Cai’s was faster; the drunkard’s attacks still didn’t touch even a single hair on Wang Cai. "Big Boss Drunkard, put some muscle into it, stop playing with him," Wang Yu, the little follower, shouted from the side, not realizing the situation was entirely different from what he thought; it wasn’t that the drunkard didn’t want to strike, he simply couldn’t touch a single hair on Wang Cai. "Exactly, Big Boss Drunkard, quickly finish him off so we can have roast dog meat," the other little followers said one after another. "Shut the hell up." The continuous attacks made the drunkard’s face turn red with effort, indicating how fiercely he was attacking that a Martial Saint felt powerless during the attack. "Woof! Had enough play?" Wang Cai waved a paw lightly and directly blocked the drunkard’s punch. "What the hell are you?" If the drunkard couldn’t recognize Wang Cai’s true strength by now, then he really wasn’t cut out to be a Martial Saint. "Who am I? I’m your grandpa Wang Cai, and you still want to eat dog meat? I’ll give you dog meat." The more Wang Cai thought about it, the angrier he got. Dogs are so cute, and yet some still want to eat them; this is intolerably outrageous. "Let you eat dog meat, woof!" Wang Cai directly bit into the drunkard’s arm, his teeth going deep enough to see the bone. "Ah, you dare bite me." The drunkard, in pain, furiously punched Wang Cai, but it felt like hitting a piece of eternally hard mystic iron, and had no effect; instead, his fist was left throbbing sorely. "Heh, still daring to hit Wang Cai, did you really think he was just an ordinary dog?" Mu Can stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, watching the drama with great interest. With his understanding of Wang Cai, dealing with a Basic Level Martial Saint was simply an easy task. The drunkard’s little followers had already dropped their jaws in shock, standing dumbfounded, staring at the drunkard being thrashed by a dog. Searᴄh the Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "My heavens, what’s going on with this world, is that beaten up drunkard really our brother?" "I must be seeing things, did I see it right? The drunkard getting thrashed by a dog?" The little followers couldn’t believe what they were seeing, was that person being battered on the ground, rolling around in agony, really their Sect Brother? The one who loved wearing white robes, holding a wine pot, fond of reciting poetry and always elegant; how could he now be beaten down to the ground, rolling like a dog. This scene completely overturned the image of the drunkard in their minds, a disciple in the Sect with strength comparable to several Elders. "Woof! Have you realized your mistake?" Wang Cai pressed a paw directly down on the ground. "What mistake?" The drunk was utterly stunned by Wang Cai’s series of attacks and was still in a dazed state. This was also because Wang Cai had shown mercy; otherwise, he would have been finished off by Wang Cai long before this. Mu Can, who knew the rules of the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm well, would not violate these rules where killing was permitted. Who knows what consequences killing someone here might cause. "You seem to need a wake-up call." Wang Cai grinned, sitting on the drunk’s body, his two large paws swinging left and right, ruthlessly slapping the drunk’s face more than ten times. Each slap solidly made contact with the drunk’s face. The intense pain immediately sobered the drunk up, and his previously dull, lifeless eyes slowly regained their clarity. "What the hell is sitting on me, so heavy." Once the drunk regained his senses, it felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, leaving him unable to budge. However, it could be seen that as a warrior of the Martial Saint Level, the drunk’s endurance to strikes was indeed strong. Under such frantic attacks from Wang Cai, the drunk’s face merely swelled up without showing any signs of serious injury. "Are you still up for eating dog meat?" Wang Cai sat atop the drunk and asked condescendingly. "Dog meat? Damn, right, how did you, this dead dog, end up sitting on me? Get off me now." The drunk finally realized what had happened. He, who had eaten countless dogs in his lifetime—even Demon Beasts from the Martial Arts Sect—how could he be overturned in such a small ditch today, beaten by a dog sitting on top of him, and even had his Treasure Pot shattered. The drunk was puzzled. Just what level of strength did this dog possess that he, a Basic Level Martial Saint, couldn’t even touch a hair of the dog before being subdued and brutally beaten? "When I ask if you eat dog meat, don’t change the topic." Wang Cai smacked his paw on the drunk’s face again. The drunk’s cheeks, already swollen, popped out a front tooth—it was knocked out by Wang Cai’s paw. "Are you d-dare to mess w-with me?" The drunk was beaten to the point where he couldn’t speak clearly, his voice whistling through his teeth. "Beating you is mercy, sparing your life is already letting you off easy." Wang Cai burst out with another round of heavy beating. This beating fully woke the drunk back up, making him fully aware of the dire situation he was in. I’m really being dominated by a dog? And my life is in danger. After coming to terms with his situation, the drunk became much more cooperative, answering whatever Wang Cai asked like a well-behaved child, showing none of his earlier arrogant composure. Wang Cai also figured out the background of the drunk and his companions. They were all sect brothers, led by the drunk into the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm to seek opportunities. The drunk, with his Basic Level Martial Saint strength, was considered a rare talent outside, but he was still far inferior compared to Mu Can and Donghuang, especially given their ages. "What should we do with him?" Wang Cai had asked his questions and administered a beating, hesitating whether or not to kill the drunk—he could tell from the drunk’s tone that this guy had eaten plenty of dogs before, which infuriated Wang Cai. However, because Mu Can had instructed that it was better not to take lives, Wang Cai was also considering Mu Can’s feelings. "Do whatever you want." Mu Can couldn’t care less about the life or death of the drunk. Annoying Wang Cai and expecting a good outcome was nothing short of a dream. Even if Wang Cai really wanted to kill the drunk, Mu Can wouldn’t care at all. Xuanyuan Mingkong advised him to try to avoid excessive slaughter in the Immortal Ancient Secret Realm, but as for him, there was no rule against killing.

Chapter 299 - 300 Beaten Up by a Dog

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