I Can Do Anything?-Chapter 30: Second Quarters.

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Xuan Wu is seated on the stands along with Fatty Wang and Zi Rougang.

A couple of hours ago, Fatty Wang easily won his fight, so all three of them have one victory.

"The second quarters must be beginning now." Zi Rougang comments nonchalantly.

Fatty Wang, who was chewing on a piece of meat interjects, "Mm, yeah, I wonder who the first ones to fight will be." He continues chewing on the fat slab of meat.

Xuan Wu sighs, feeling bored. Everyone here was raised was raised in this world, and this world demands patience.

Meanwhile, Xuan Wu was raised in an entirely different world, earth. He doesn't know shit about patience.

He decides to look over his system, there are just so many features he needs to try out.

Like the opportunity feature, the nemesis feature, the qi environment feature...

He taps on the opportunity feature, just seeing what it does for a moment.

[Heavens' Opportunity/Misfortune.]

[You may grant anyone opportunities or misfortune.]

Xuan Wu snickers a little. "Hmm, who to test it out on..." He taps his chin, mind wandering. "Oh I know!"

Finally getting a look at this feature, he thinks back to the Clan Peak elder.

"Cao Qiu..."

Fiddling around with the system a little bit, he sends an appropriate opportunity to him.

Maybe just a small rank promotion for a minor character.

The way the system works is really intriguing. It can make decisions like these in an instant by reading his thoughts.

Writing out the opportunity in his mind, he nods, getting ready for the response...

But then...

DUN! DUN! DUN!

A loud blaring sound rings out in Xuan Wu's ears, along with flashing red lights in his vision. His surroundings were unaffected.

[Warning! This action will initiate a ripple effect!]

[Would you like to proceed?]

Now normally, the old Xuan Wu would be afraid, maybe even have an existential crisis.

But him now? His ego is blaring, especially after making a fool out of that brat.

He slams his finger down on the "Proceed" button, and leans back into his seat, swiping the panel to the side without a care.

[Promotion Opportunity Established.]

[This action will have consequences...]

"Xuan Wu, what's up, you seem lost." Fatty Wang comments, slurping his oily fingers.

"Oh, uh, nothing, what's the next fight?" Xuan Wu chuckles a bit, the sight of a fatty like this really turns him on.

Respect and admiration fills him up, Fatty Wang's tongue licking his plump lips, his face flabs jiggling as he shakes his head, his robes too tight for his body...

How could someone just look at this and not feel the same way as Xuan Wu?

Xuan Wu shakes his head, wiping his eyes. "Hey, when's the next fight." Xuan Wu comments after not getting a reply.

"Hm... I'm guessing it is in—"

"The Second Quarters have begun. Fighters descend to the stages."

Suddenly, Fatty Wang's eyes widen.

"Wait a moment, I'm fighting in the first round!"

Xuan Wu also gasps.

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"Me too!"

They look towards each other, betrayal in their eyes.

"Stage one, Lin Wei versus He Long. Stage two, Deng An versus Jiang Zhen."

The announcer says the third stage, which causes Fatty Wang, Xuan Wu, and Zi Rougang to nearly trip.

"Stage three, Xuan Wu versus Ziu Wang."

"N-no way, Fatty Wang and Xuan Wu are fighting!" Zi Rougang gulps, causing a commotion to start behind him.

"Wait, are they friends?"

"Ohoho, this'll be fun!"

Outer disciples stir up like hooligans, thrashing their arms about.

The news quickly spreads throughout the entire stadium, causing everyone's eyes to lock onto stage three.

"Well... we're fucked."

Fatty Wang sighs, his belly rumbling.

Xuan Wu's raises an eyebrow, studying Fatty Wang carefully.

"I'm not gonna lie... Fatty Wang can probably demolish me. I'd need to either use cheats or just accept my loss." His eyes narrow.

A couple minutes later, they face each other on stage three. Fatty Wang smacks his belly and gets prepared.

Xuan Wu also gets prepared, he steels his cultivator ego and convinces himself that even if he loses it's because of circumstances.

"Fight!" The announcer calls.

Fatty Wang and Xuan Wu charge at each other, shouting like they were long time enemies.

"Fatty! Feel my wrath!" Xuan Wu yells, charging up his Black Iron Fist, the first level of it. Meaning that his fist still looks relatively normal, despite his hand now being as hard as iron.

"The stars shine upon me! Brother Xuan, accept your defeat!" Fatty Wang's skin nearly glows as he bellows at Xuan Wu, and then gets into position, crouching down and placing his arms in front of him, with his palms facing the incoming Xuan Wu.

"Hraahh! I will never accept any man's pleading!" Xuan Wu mocks, jumping up and hitting Fatty Wang's palms with his Black Iron Fist.

To his surprise, Fatty Wang smirks, and then chuckles. A grim air washes over Xuan Wu as he feels his fist stuck to Fatty Wang's palm.

From the audience, Fatty Wang's senior brother shouts, being under the same master as him. "The Stuck-Palm technique! How talented is junior brother!"

With that shout, the audience breaks loose and starts cheering, almost like mortals watching a brave warrior fight a tiger.

"Nobody, not even you, Fatty Wang, is better than me!" Xuan Wu's ego flares, with victory over the snotty brat clinging on his back like a sickly monkey.

Fatty Wang shakes his head. "Xuan Wu, my master beat me like an alcoholic beats his wife after I unlocked my cultivator ego." He locks eyes with Xuan Wu, pity filling his gaze.

Xuan Wu swears he sees a hint of pleading in Fatty Wang's eyes, like he doesn't want to do what he's about to do.

But he must.

Fatty Wang sighs before he continues. "And now, brother Xuan, I must be that alcoholic... and you must be my domesticated wife..." He pauses, shaking his head again. "Wait no, now you must be my little son... I apologise Xuan Wu, do not hold this against me."

"Wait, no!" Xuan Wu's eyes widen, before shutting in defeat.

Blood and saliva, along with a couple of teeth fly out of his mouth as Fatty Wang's free hand clenches into a fist and connects with his face, like a sledgehammer striking stone.

"Kraaah!" Xuan Wu's tongue instinctively exits his mouth and licks Fatty Wang's fist, before he falls flat on the cold ground.

Fatty Wang stands above him, his breathing heavy. "X-Xuan Wu." He exhales, sweat pouring down his face. "Do you accept your loss."

Xuan Wu's mouth moves into a silent "O" of acceptance, and then the announcer calls Fatty Wang's victory.

"Stage three, the victor is Ziu Wang."

The audience cheers, it may've been short, but it was dramatic—and, not to mention, between two friends.

Fatty Wang stands over the fallen Xuan Wu, facing him, his chest heaving. "A fight may be a runaway, but a friendship remains." He recites, pounding his chest with his fist. "Xuan Wu, remember this, no matter if you defeat me, humiliate me, even betray me, you will always be I, Fatty Wang's, eternal friend!" He pledges loudly, the audience behind him thrashing like crazy.

"Wow! What a great friend!"

"I want a friend like that! Just like that!"

"Fatty Wang, impregnate me!"

Fatty Wang has definitely cemented his reputation as a loyal and trustful friend, and a powerful yet heroic fighter.

"Senior brother Wang! Senior brother Wang!"

The audience of outer disciples bask Fatty Wang in love, yet Xuan Wu remains on the cold stone ground, his gaze on his broken teeth fallen on a viscous blood puddle.

"Friends..."

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