I Can Do Anything?-Chapter 38: The Great Tyrant Despot, Wu Da Zhenjun!

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Ren Zhexi sits in a dark room, cobblestone walls surrounding him.

He laughs, his face scrunched up. "His time had come!" And then he looks to the side.

There, leaning against the rough wall, is a midget.

Wu Ba Zhenjun, the Great Tyrantless Despot.

He stands at the colossal height of 3'2, and his unparalleled reign spreads from his toilet to the doors of his abode.

Not only is he such a ruler, Wu Ba is in the outstanding realm of Qi Gathering! The third layer at that!

Wu Ba Zhenjun lets out a cackle, and pulls his arm back—prompting his lions-mane cape to fly back, as if he were a hero of great virtue.

Ren Zhexi rolls his eyes, then sighs.

"Just give me the crack."

"Crack? What exactly is this mystical substance!?" Wu Ba gasps, pointing at himself. "I have not heard of such! Is it an immortal pill? The celestial mother's essence!?"

Ren Zhexi's face drops.

"Ah I see, you're talking about grounded Mastre ox bones!" Wu Da's tongue lolls out and his eyebrows raise condescendingly.

Boom!

Ren Zhexi stomps and grinds his teeth together, causing Wu Da to be thrust back quite a distance.

He points at him with trembling hands. "Listen! You little fucker, I paid for this shit!"

If the audience were to witness this side of the "Laughing Killer" Ren Zhexi, they would surely gasp in horror.

"Woah! Chill, I've got some blue pills for you!" Wu Da reaches into his pocket quickly with widened eyes.

Pak! Pak! Pak!

He throws several blue pills which crash squarely on Ren Zhexi's face, and then fall to the floor with a couple bounces.

"Hu! Ha!" He gets into a strategic pose with his arm out, legs spread far apart and head pulled back. "Feel the power of my pills! Huzzah!"

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Ren Zhexi stares blankly at Wu Da.

Though his jaw trembles, and it trembles at a speed belittling every single mortal alive.

And then, he laughs

Ren Zhexi starts laughing, his face up to the sky and all, while his hand remains pointing at Wu Da.

"Ahaha, I see, yes, your pills? Incredible!" His mouth opens wide, and he takes a step closer, patting Wu Da's head.

"They worked so well, I don't even feel an ounce of anger anymore!" He nods, and grins ear to ear.

"Woah, really?" Wu Da snickers, and then he turns around and flicks his cape. "Why, why I am the Great Tyrant—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Ren Zhexi shouts, his face as red as the sun.

"JUST SHUT UP!" His teeth practically grind into a powder, and he storms off, right out of the door.

"But your 'Crack'! Don't forget it." Wu Da cackles, and then takes a seat.

"Wack!" He continues cackling, his lone voice echoing through the dark room.

Outside, the audience cheers as the new participants enter the battleground.

Liu Huan, and Dong Ming

Dong Ming is an avid user of water, and his smile never falters.

Liu Huan walks out with a stoic expression, a spear in his grasp.

Dong Ming waves his hand, bowing. "Hey there opponent! Let's have a great fight!—"

Just as he bows, Liu Huan appears before him.

"I don't have 'great' fights, I've never had a 'great' fight." He whispers, before his spear swings at his opponent's neck.

Tink!

A water barrier raises, and blocks the swing of the spear.

But Liu Huan doesn't falter, his arm rebounds and strikes at Dong Ming from the other side.

The audience nearly trips as they watch water appear out of seemingly nowhere.

"H-how come that disciple can just summon water? Isn't he only in the qi gathering realm!?" A skinhead disciple yells.

"It's obviously an artifact!" A sophisticated disciple with a monocle comments.

"You're all wrong, that's Dong Ming! He has a special talent!" Fatty Wang shouts, his voice deafening.

"Special talent?" The sophisticated disciple and skinhead turn with obvious confusion on their faces.

Fatty Wang nods, "That's Dong Ming of the Ocean Lion clan, his inherent qi is water based and can be manipulated even at the first layer of qi gathering!"

Now that Fatty Wang provided an explanation, the audience settles back into their seats with thoughtful expressions.

Back to the fight, Dong Ming locks himself in a water ball as Liu Huan continues rebounding with his spear, spinning round and round.

Tink! Tink! Tink!

His momentum builds, he attacks from the top, swings from the bottom, strikes from the left, pokes from the right.

Dong Ming grunts in exhaustion, his energy slipping, but a smile still remains on his face.

"T-this is fine, brother Liu, your technique is out of this world!" He lets his ball down and lunges back, putting his arms out in front of him.

"Lion who lives in the ocean! Guide this fool!" Dong Ming mutters to himself, and then releases an attack.

The attack itself is a lion made of water, who rushes towards Liu Huan.

In one attack with all of his energy, he hopes to decide the victor.

As the lion eventually reaches Liu Huan, it thrusts its claws forwards and roars.

But Liu Huan doesn't even blink, and raises his spear.

"The spear is the king of weapons, what's a mass of flesh to a mass of steel!" He roars back as he thrusts his spear forwards.

Many red scars stretch across his face and body, and they spark up red at his shout, his aura burning like fire.

The spear rips through the lion's flesh effortlessly, turning it into a mass of water splashing against the ground.

Dong Ming lets a shaky breath out as the spear stops right in front of his forehead.

"I surrender!" He yells with a smile on his face.

Liu Huan pulls his spear back and walks away, almost like he didn't acknowledge his victory.

The audience cheers, while some grunt in annoyance.

"That bastard's smile irks me!" A bulky disciple groans.

"How come he won so easily? Shouldn't fights of this scale be longer!?"

Some disciples complain while others applaud.

Meanwhile, in that same dark room from before, a midget dances while cackling.

"Bravo! Bravo! Liu Huan, what a man!" Wu Ba licks his teeth while bouncing left and right

In front of him, a man dressed in black robes holds out a scroll, depicting details of the battle.

"If that is all, may this honourless servant depart, great despot Wu Da?" The man's eyes flicker as he takes a knee.

"Yes yes, slave, you may leave, what a good slave, I want all slaves to be like this!" Wu Da snickers, waving his hand at his servant.

His 'slave' exits, and he is left alone again.

"Haha, I want more slaves! Starting with the big baby Ren Zhexi!" Wu Da falls to the ground and starts rolling.

"Lalalala!" Wu Da sings, his haunting voice echoing in the dark room.

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