Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 821 - 28 I Really Am Not 55 Open

821: Chapter 28: I Really Am Not 55 Open

821 -28: I Really Am Not 55 Open

Tang Xian had already sensed that something was off, and by the third time his name was called, he didn’t even need to think about it—it was crystal clear that he had been set up.

Unfortunately, the arena was simply too massive.

Even the colossal sea creatures seemed somewhat insignificant inside it, with its area comparable to the Sea God’s palace beneath the Ashen Sea.

At the far end, Tang Xian could only faintly make out the silhouettes of the Sea Demon Red Emperor, unable to pop out the analysis panel in his eyes.

Now the question came again, whom should he choose?

Nobody noticed the sea unicorn that had been swept away by the current and now returned with a face filled with terror.

The sea unicorn was not stupid; it didn’t believe it had been pushed away by a sudden current.

Having lived under the enormous water pressure of the deep sea for so long, these creatures understood the temperament of the ocean to some extent.

Such an occurrence had never happened before.

It felt unbelievably as if that human was manipulating the sea.

This kind of thing, aside from a beast god in the southern seas centuries ago, was simply not within human reach.

The sea creatures looked down on Tang Xian, but they didn’t feel much pity for the sea unicorn either because losing due to rushing out of the arena was just too foolish.

However, the sea unicorn didn’t care.

It quietly floated above the outskirts of the arena, ready to observe Tang Xian intently.

The arena was in an uproar because Tang Xian having three consecutive appearances was simply intolerable for the sea creatures.

[Isn’t this fraud too blatant?

Do you think I’m blind?] Said a deep-sea cavern newt that was already eyeless.

[That little guy can’t fight anymore.

Why keep watching him?] Another sea monster spoke.

[Wait, could it be that Lord Red Emperor has taken notice of him?

Does this human have something special about him?]

[Impossible, a nobody ranked around sixty, apart from being tougher, there’s nothing strong about him.]

[Seems so…

no, that’s not it, what about such a little guy could be of any concern?]

[Replace him!

We want to see a slaughter!

A real slaughter!]

[Replace him!

Replace him!]

The last two lines’ chants gradually increased in volume, the arena’s audience all wanted to see a bloody duel; Tang Xian’s battles were too genteel.

The first match was nearly a draw, both parties were injured.

What should have been a killing phase ended early due to both sides’ exhaustion.

The second match was even a case of rule exploiting kill.

Such battles were far too refined.

The Sea Demon scrutinized Tang Xian in the distance, who appeared to be on his last breath, curious about who he would choose.

As for the protests of these spectators… it really didn’t matter.

Because with a simple wave of his hand, the Red Emperor made a shushing gesture, and all the beasts quieted down, not daring to make another peep.

Seeing this, Tang Xian knew that he probably couldn’t escape.

“Looks like it’s time to show my hand.”

He gazed at number fifty-two.

Since he had to fight, he might as well choose the one with the widest disparity, aiming to advance to the free-for-all phase in the fewest possible bouts.

But his gaze suddenly froze.

He was familiar with number fifty-two.

This was the Sea Mud King.

He remembered that battle well.

The Sea Mud King had defeated a giant whale using what seemed to be some form of psychic control.

A thought flashed in Tang Xian’s mind—could it be that this game could still be played once more?

In truth, there was no need for a repeat performance.

Tang Xian was certain he’d been marked.

But he was stubborn.

Given the current situation, he didn’t know what the Sea Demon Red Emperor wanted to verify, but the more they wanted to see, the less Tang Xian wanted to show them.

Tang Xian pointed at number fifty-two, the seemingly harmless Sea Mud King.

Junlin and the Red Emperor simultaneously tensed.

Previously, Tang Xian hadn’t shown any special abilities, and the battle with the crab was purely physical.

Yet, the Sea Mud King was the least afraid of physical brawls.

Its body, like sludge, can be smashed to pieces by physical impact.

The most terrifying thing is that one risks being psychically controlled if covered by the mud.

Even though the Sea Mud King was ranked fifty-second, the Red Emperor considered this peculiar creature that had risen to prominence over the past two years, without a doubt, capable of entering the top twenty.

The Sea Mud King started in a spherical shape.

It had no features, or rather, its features were hidden where opponents couldn’t see.

Even its voice emanated from within the sludge. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

[Why choose me…

The larger the foe, the more advantageous it is against me, and you are too small, you will be instantly covered by my mud.]

The Sea Mud King was quite amiable, if one overlooked its mischievous glint.

Directly looking at the demand analysis, Tang Xian already knew that the ability of the Sea Mud King was indeed psychic control, with the principle behind it still unclear.

And after it controlled him, it planned to manipulate him into provoking Junlin.

To prevent Tang Xian from fleeing to the edge of the arena as in the last match, the Sea Mud King’s body spread out.

Similar to Tang’s softening, except the mud formed a wall, barricading, or rather enveloping Tang Xian.

“That’s harsh.” Tang Xian said.

[Little guy, what are you talking about?] The Sea Mud King suddenly felt puzzled.

The Tang Xian who had looked to be gasping for breath and struggling to stand, seemed—recovered after being surrounded by it.

Where was there a hint of weakness in this little one before him?

He looked refreshed as if he could fight another ten rounds.

“Nothing much, just thanking you for blocking the outside view, go on then.”