Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

#46 - You are not affected by the spell of bad luck?

When Tang Wen stepped onto the stage carrying a bag of stones and his long saber, the Blood Spear Awakened was sitting on the ground, holding a metal flask and pouring a medicinal-smelling liquid into his mouth.

His eyes were bloodshot, obviously indicating that the continuous bursts of his ability had caused him a considerable mental strain.

“It’s cold on the ground, don’t sit there!” Tang Wen said with a sincere expression.

The surrounding people were stunned.

Why is he showing concern for his enemy?

Tang Wen continued, “Kneel instead! Come on, face me.”

“You’re courting death!”

“Heh! Come on! Let’s start now, one second later and you’re a turtle’s spawn!” Tang Wen sneered.

The Awakened was furious, but he immediately realized, “Such an obvious provocation, do you think I'd fall for it?”

He revealed a grim smile, staring at Tang Wen’s handsome face that he found so annoying, thinking that he would definitely pierce his throat first, never letting this pretty boy admit defeat.

Tang Wen scorned, “What provocation? What difference does resting for 5 more minutes make? I think you just want to be a turtle’s grandson!”

He carried three bags of stones on him, both openly and secretly, his fighting style different from the others before him.

He speculated that he should be the least affected by the opponent’s ability.

Therefore, he was fearless and kept cursing.

The Awakened looked at him with murderous intent, no longer in the mood to calm down and recover his spirit.

Thinking of himself, a favored son of heaven, how could he endure such humiliation!

A few minutes later, the stones were tossed into the air.

The Awakened smiled coldly, seeing that Tang Wen also had stones in his hand, he sneered, “Only children throw stones when fighting.”

He didn’t notice that after he said this, Commander Zhao, including Zhou Bing who insisted on watching the competition, all showed very unnatural expressions.

Thud, the stones landed.

The competition officially began.

The Awakened was about to say more harsh words when he suddenly heard a terrifying roar in his ears:

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Tang Wen went all out from the start, launching a sonic boom-level stone, a three-shot burst.

The Awakened’s face changed drastically, and he quickly raised his shield to protect his face!

Bang, bang, bang!

It was as if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram.

The Awakened retreated seven or eight steps, back to the edge of the arena, barely managing to hold his ground.

He was furious, insidious, too insidious!

Before he could say anything, the sound of something cutting through the air rang out again.

He hurriedly shouted, “Pulled muscle! Pulled muscle!”

After shouting twice, he felt dizzy.

After all, even though the ability was strong, it still relied on mental strength.

Today, he had fought many battles in a row, and his energy was already insufficient.

But the ability was as effective as usual.

He saw the annoying pretty boy frowning and shaking his hands, looking like he dared not throw again.

In fact, just as he shouted that he pulled a muscle, Tang Wen’s experience panel flashed.

Nothing happened.

Tang Wen swung his hands, confirming that everything was normal.

But he had an idea, hugged his arm, and pretended to be very uncomfortable.

He took a few chaotic steps backward.

“Slippery!”

Exiting the arena meant losing! The Awakened was determined to kill Tang Wen, how could he allow him to easily admit defeat and leave?

Thwack!

In his panic, Tang Wen dropped the bag of stones.

“Haha! Fool!” the Awakened mocked loudly.

Not to mention the opponent, even Commander Zhao shook his head: this Tang Wen is still too young and lacks combat experience.

He stepped forward two steps, ready to save him.

The people of the Flame Camp felt it was a pity: if the opponent’s ability wasn’t so abnormal, Tang Wen might have won.

Wu Tian from the same team clicked his tongue, feeling that Tang Wen shouldn’t have thrown away the bag of stones, even scaring the opponent would have been good.

Tang Wen retreated quickly.

The Awakened shouted, “Slip!”

While shouting, he jumped up and attacked, the blood-colored spear like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the air, heading straight for Tang Wen!

Obviously, he wanted to replicate the scene from the first battle.

Tang Wen, without a shield or a long saber, would definitely be nailed to the ground by his spear, just like before!

“Not good!”

Commander Zhao and the others exclaimed, as if they were seeing the tragedy play out again.

“Tang Wen!” Zhou Bing’s vision went dark.

In a flash.

Tang Wen suddenly didn’t panic, dodged the blood spear, reached for his waist, and took out another bag of stones.

Swish, swish, swish,

Sonic speed three-shot burst.

“This is impossible. Ah!”

The change came too quickly.

The Awakened was stunned!

He was in the air, not yet fully landed, facing Tang Wen’s attack, although he reacted quickly, using his shield to block his body, he inevitably neglected some areas in his haste.

His left foot, exposed outside the shield, took a solid hit.

As if hit by a large-caliber hand cannon, his left foot burst into minced meat, splattering everywhere.

Clang, the shield landed.

The crowd was stunned by this reversal, mouths agape, eyes filled with astonishment, like a flock of dumb geese.

Tang Wen had no intention of showing mercy, firing a sonic stone at the bottom of the shield.

After a loud noise, the Awakened staggered, the bottom of the shield heavily hitting his foot, the shield tilting, his forehead was exposed.

At this time, he finally understood what had happened, screaming, “You are not affected by my ability, you are not affected by the spell of misfortune. This is not possible…”

Thwack!

Before he could finish speaking, a stone flew over, and he suddenly felt a lightness on his head, a cool feeling like he had shaved his head bald.

Then his whole body and the shield fell to the ground together.

The crowd didn’t look at him, but subconsciously stared at his flying skull.

Tang Wen turned his head and smiled at the stunned Zhou Bing.

Zhou Bing didn’t look at the skull, she looked at Tang Wen, her mind echoing that sentence: You are not affected by the spell of misfortune!

The scene was silent for a full ten seconds.

“Ah! We won! We won!”

The Flame Camp’s formation began to cheer.

The big guy Zhang Lin jumped up, wanting to give An Lei beside him a hug.

But he was scared off by the other party’s eyes, so he had to turn his head and hug his own captain.

“Damn it!”

General Zhou was surprised to find that Black Ghost unexpectedly didn’t fly into a rage.

No one from the Black Mountain Camp came forward to collect the body either.

Instead, the middle-aged man who could see through ages earlier, walked out with a dazed expression, leading his men.

“Young master! Young master! What are we going to do?”

General Zhou had extraordinary hearing, and his expression changed slightly: “He’s not one of yours. Who did you guys hire?”

Black Ghost lowered his voice: “Things have gotten out of hand, the water here is very deep, your camp can’t afford it. Like this, you secretly hand over that kid on the stage to me! This matter may not affect you!”

Hearing him say this, General Zhou was relieved instead, if it was really a big deal, Black Ghost would have already taken action.

He smiled and urged, “We won, send your people up!”

Black Ghost pressed his temples.

In order to invite this young ability user, to make this plan, they spent a lot of money.

Now that the person is dead, and it seems that they may not be able to get the mining rights for the coal mine for 3 and a half years.

Could his godfather, the Black Mountain King, spare him?

His heart sank, constantly calculating something.

His eyes drifted to Tang Wen, who picked up the bag of stones, and his mouth twitched, this kind of genius, if you don’t kill him early, what are you waiting for?

Waiting to be annexed by the Flame Camp?

Smiling coldly in his heart, he made a decision.

…

The competition continued.

Bang!

The person from the Black Mountain Camp, holding a shield and stepping onto the stage, felt that what crashed over wasn’t a stone, but a mad bull-like beast.

He couldn’t stop retreating with his shield, retreating out of the arena, and sitting down with a thud.

Tang Wen won two games in a row.

The third person stepped onto the stage, and two stones rolled out.

Three more people stepped onto the arena one after another, and quickly rolled down again.

Tang Wen won six straight.

“We won, we won!”

“One against six! He’s from our team!”

“Tang Wen is awesome,” Zhang Lin shouted loudly.

An Lei looked admiringly, raised her spear high, and cheered with everyone.

Tang Wen was excitedly patted on the shoulder by everyone.

Everyone who patted him hard on the shoulder couldn’t help but frown, how could this kid’s shoulders be so hard!

He came to Zhou Bing and looked up slightly.