Chapter 75: What is he doing?
Mizuchi moved.
Vanished.
Reappeared left.
WHAM!
Armor rang like a bell.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Continuous.
No pause.
The serpent blurred.
Lightning trail.
Water spiral.
Everywhere at once.
Pie’s eyes darted.
Left.
Right.
Up.
Down.
"Gulu?"
Dizzy.
Can’t track.
Too fast!
Alex’s thought pulsed.
Vines.
Green tendrils shot out.
Whipping around.
Trying to catch.
Mizuchi weaved through.
Too quick.
Didn’t even slow.
Dash.
Pie compressed.
Launched forward.
BOOM.
But hit nothing.
Mizuchi has already moved behind him.
WHAM!
Struck his back.
Pie stumbled.
The serpent circled.
Faster.
Faster.
Speed increasing.
Each hit harder.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Water exploded with each impact.
Lightning cracked.
Thunder echoed.
Pie swayed.
Rocking.
Can’t stabilize.
Arms flailing.
"Gulu... gulu..."
Helpless.
No counter.
No defense working.
Just getting battered.
The crowd watched.
"There it is."
"Caelum’s real power."
"Ninety percent."
"Unstoppable."
One official leaned forward.
"The speed’s still increasing."
Another nodded.
"That’s the form’s ability."
"The longer he fights, the stronger he gets."
"Faster."
"Harder hits."
The woman spoke.
"His energy output is climbing."
"Currently at ninety-two."
"Ninety-three."
"It won’t stop."
Master Feng’s expression changed.
"When it hits one hundred..."
Trailed off.
Someone else finished.
"He unlocks his true form."
"Battle power equals seventh grade."
"Maybe higher."
"The Holy Dragon first-year champion fought him once."
"Took both his contracted beasts."
"Focused fire."
"That’s the only way he won."
"Stopped Mizuchi before one hundred."
Another agreed.
"But Alex?"
Looked at Pie.
Getting pummeled.
"He has no way to stop the climb."
"No second beast."
"No burst damage."
"Just defense."
"And defense won’t stop this."
The woman bit her lip.
"Ninety-four percent now."
"Ninety-five."
"It’s accelerating."
"It’s over."
But—
Someone else spoke. An older official. Gray-haired. Distinguished.
"Look at what he’s done."
"A tenth-grade tamer. With an E-rank slime. He forced Caelum to ninety percent."
Paused. "Then pushed him higher."
Another official nodded slowly.
"The Lv5 Gigantification. At tenth grade. That alone is..." Trailed off. "Unprecedented."
Master Feng pulled out another lollipop. Fourth one today.
"That armor trick." Chuckled. "Shameless. Brilliant. Using the bet itself as a weapon."
The gray-haired official stood.
"I need to report this."
Others looked at him.
"Report what?"
"To Mayor." Firm. "This boy." Gestured at Alex.
"He’s not just talented. He’s exceptional."
"X-rank talent. Military honors. And now this battle." Looked around. "The city needs to invest. Fully. Everything we have."
"Yes." No hesitation. "In two years? Three? This boy could be sixth grade. Fifth, if he’s lucky."
"With proper beasts. Proper support." Paused. "He could save lives."
Master Feng nodded slowly.
"I agree." Looked at Alex. "Win or lose today. This child is a treasure."
Another official pulled out his phone.
"I’m calling the mayor now. Emergency meeting. Tonight."
Rose’s hands shook.
Her full breasts bounce upside down as she breathes.
Gripping the rail.
Her brain went blank.
Alex..if you still have something else other than this, I really don’t know what to say.
But I will for sure conquer you when you are young, and make you mine!
No,no, I will make you mine anyway!
In the arena—
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Pie rocked.
Swaying.
Each hit pushes him.
Moving him.
The armor held.
No dents.
No cracks.
But the force.
The momentum.
Building.
He couldn’t fight back.
Couldn’t even see the attacks coming.
Just taking it.
Enduring.
Caelum watched.
"Ninety-six."
Calm.
"Ninety-seven."
Smiled.
"Just three more."
His eyes locked on Alex.
"Then it’s over."
Mizuchi blurred faster.
The hits came quicker.
Harder.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Pie stumbled.
Almost fell.
Caught himself.
"Gulu..."
Voice weak.
Alex stood.
Indeed, he is a genius.
One out of millions.
The superstar in others’ eyes.
But, but.
He is not the MC, I am.
And luckily, I am not a normal MC.
Rose’s hands shook.
Her chest heaved. Up and down. Rapid breaths.
Gripping the rail. Knuckles white.
Her brain went blank.
Alex... if you still have something else, I don’t know what to say.
But I will conquer you. When you’re young. Make you mine.
No, no. I’ll make you mine anyway!
In the arena—
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Pie rocked. Swaying. Each hit pushed him. Moved him.
The armor held. No dents. No cracks.
But the force. The momentum. Building.
He couldn’t fight back. Couldn’t even see the attacks coming. Just taking it. Enduring.
Caelum watched.
"Ninety-six." Calm. "Ninety-seven." Smiled. "Just three more."
His eyes locked on Alex. "Then it’s over."
Mizuchi blurred faster. The hits came quicker. Harder.
WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
Pie stumbled. Almost fell. Caught himself.
"Gulu..." Voice weak.
Alex stood.
Indeed, he is a genius. One out of millions. The superstar in others’ eyes.
But.
He is not the MC.
I am.
And luckily—
I am not a normal MC.
Alex’s eyes widened.
Suddenly.
Sharp.
NOW!
His thought pulsed. Clear. Decisive.
Our secret technique!
He starts screaming!
"UUhhhh! for the love of god! for the beauty of the world! For the jesus cris! For my plenty of wives!"
"Uh!! Go! Fish cans! go fight for me! For your ultimate lord!"
Pie froze mid-stumble.
Then—
His mouth opened. Wide. Impossibly wide.
Stretching.
The crowd gasped.
"What—"
"What’s he doing?"
"What is he yelling?!"
SPLURT!
Cans flew out. Metal cylinders. Dozens of them. Tumbling through the air. Spinning.
Fish cans.
Plain metal. No labels.
They scattered across the water. Floating. Bobbing.
The arena went silent.
Confusion.
Mizuchi slowed. Still moving but— curious. What is this?
The officials leaned forward.
"What are those?"
"Some kind of... explosive?"
"New technique?"
Rose’s eyes widened. Huge. Her hand flew to her mouth.
"No way..."
Voice muffled.
"He’s not really going to use THAT thing?"
Her other hand dove into her bag. Frantic. Pulled out— a gas mask. Military grade.
Strapped it on. Fast.
Mizuchi circled the cans. Wary. Serpentine body coiling. Lightning crackling along scales.
Caelum frowned.
"What trick is this?"
But Mizuchi’s momentum— too fast. Already committed. The serpent blurred.
CRASH!
Hit the first can. Metal crumpled. Liquid sprayed.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
More cans shattered. One after another. The serpent’s speed turned against him. Couldn’t stop. Couldn’t dodge.
Mysterious liquid burst out. Thick. Oily. Splashing across Mizuchi’s scales. Dripping into the water below.
The liquid spread. Contaminating. Infecting the entire water domain.
For a moment—
Nothing.
Then—
The smell hit.
APOCALYPSE.
The front row jerked back. Bodies convulsing.
"WHAT—" Choked off.
"OH GOD—"
Someone gagged. Loud. Violent.
Another collapsed. Face green. Eyes rolling back.
Master Feng’s lollipop fell. Fourth time today. His hand clamped over his mouth. Body shaking.
"What... what IS that?!"
The gray-haired official stumbled. Grabbed the rail. Retching.
"I can’t—" Heaved. "I CAN’T BREATHE—"
The woman official turned. Tried to run. Made it two steps. Fell to her knees. Vomiting.
The smell rolled through the arena. Unstoppable. A wave of concentrated death.
Like rotting fish. Times a thousand. Mixed with sewage. And despair.
The back rows fared no better. People stumbling over each other. Fleeing. Some tripped. Fell. Crawled.
One man made it to the exit. Collapsed there. Face-down. Twitching.
Another official—the betting coordinator—swayed. Eyes unfocused.
"My nose..." Whispered. "I can TASTE it..."
Keeled over. Out cold.
All around the arena— chaos. Bodies dropping. People retching. Some crying. Others praying for death.
Rose sat. Alone. Gas mask secured.
Watching the carnage.
Her muffled voice barely audible.
"I knew it."
Shook her head.
"Of course he had those cans."