"Did he just say he wouldn't leave the stage before reaching the fifth rank?"
"Only at the Eighth Level Hunt Foundation? Is he nuts?"
"Truly ignorant."
Brazen!
Audacious!
Reckless!
Bas King managed to piss off every hunter in the sewers with one sentence alone. It was as if no one here was able to enter his sight. Only the Fourth Class hunters wore amused looks on their faces. To them, the entire Fifth Class was just a show to be watched, they represented no threat at all. In fact, Bas truly did not put anyone below Fourth Class Hunter in the Underground Battle League in his eyes. One he revealed his hidden card, not even a first or second level Hunt Expert could take him on without at least a bronze class skill backed by a bronze class Hunt Record. Thanks to his Premium Wood Class - Evil Dragon Sovereign Record, Bas' strength was comparable to a first level Hunt Expert. This was his strength without using any hunter skills. Once he used the Evil Dragon Claw hunter skill to attack, his strength was closer to fifth level Hunt Expert.
This meant that Bas was capable of surpassing nearly an entire rank to fight unless he encountered a genius. However, how would he find a genius in Mortalee? The most he may find is a diamond in the rough, and that was something to be cut and polished. It couldn't dazzle him as of now. Only in the Hunter's Society would he need to worry about this. There, running into a genius or even just some lucky vagrant who mastered a powerful skill was not really uncommon. This was why he didn't mind being so arrogant. After all, he had to separate his own personality from his alter ego, Bazzy Dagod. It would be pointless if they behaved the same, that wouldn't be a good disguise.
Bas King wanted to keep a low-profile, lest something unfortunate befall his mother due to his own carelessness. As a reincarnated pharaoh, Bas was far from naive. He knew well how evil the hunters of the world could be. Even the woman you fancy might suck out the essence of your life through a first kiss.
'What the hell kind of creature was that chick, anyway? Could she have been the mythical Celestial Class?'
"You are not worthy!" boomed a mighty and bass filled voice.
"You think anyone is dumb enough to be provoked by you? Challenge your way up if you're so confident!" called a calm but still powerful voice. Marsha Logan felt hit when she heard the words 'dumb enough to be provoked by you?'
Bas' thoughts were interrupted by this sudden outburst from the outraged people outside of the battle cage. It seemed the outlandish effect from his outstanding blade dance had already run out. Bas knew that now was the outset of his dramatic rise in this sewage outlet. "Time for a knockout."
The bass filled voice belonged to a muscular man with a dark brown skin tone who appeared to be in his early 30s. He was good-looking and tall with an upper body covered in tattoos. His hair was low-cut and he wore a stylish tank top and combat trousers, he was clearly a hunter.
The calm voice belonged to a young man with long blue hair. His eyes were grey in color and looked gentle yet stern. He was dressed in rather flamboyant raiment. This young man actually gave Bas a dangerous feeling. He didn't feel like the rest of these punks who barely qualified as hunters. Considering the profile of these two, Bas made a quick decision.
"Fine, since you are too cowardly to challenge me openly and would rather wait until I am tired from battling my way up to you, then that is fine. I will be the victor in either scenario, your plot does not worry me." Bas King pointed to the tall and muscular man and put his thumb down decisively. He completely ignored the blue-hair and placed all of the previous words on the muscular man's shoulders, whether he said it or not.
"Hugo, you must not..." the blue-haired young man wanted to dissuade the tall and muscular man, but Bas interrupted him.
"Hey, girly-boy! Mind your business. Or do you have a crush on this god?" Bas King joked, before coming to a realization. "Ah! That explains your fashion. Sorry, friend, that's not the way my holy bat swings."
"You!" the blue-haired young man was immediately enraged.
"This boy...he's quite entertaining," Sid Evans closed his eyes and sat with his arms crossed and on the VIP platform. This statement was in direct contrast to his previous statement about Bazzy Dagod, making his companions on the stage smile wryly. So now the brat was interesting, after all? Brenda sighed silently as her father turned to her and said, "Brenda, make sure I meet with this brat afterward. If he lives."
"If he achieves his claim, you would have to meet him anyway," Brenda Evans replied absentmindedly.
She was distracted with watching the show and didn't even bother to quip with her father who just changed his tune so easily.
"I still do not think he is so impressive," said a scholarly man with white hair and handsome appearance. "If he were to challenge step-by-step, clearly dominating everyone who approached, how awesome would that be? That is how you build up a peerless battle record and momentum for yourself. It would also allow him to witness several different tactics as they tried everything in their arsenals to take him down. The young are so short-sighted."
"This is indeed a fact, Sir Walther." Sid Evans nodded his head in agreement.
"What if his goal is not to achieve a peerless battle record? What if he is here to simply challenge himself? Would it do any good to battle weaker opponents? Not everyone seeks fame, Sir Vangood." Brenda Evans said softly. Her words were acknowledged by a thoughtful silence. Even Sid Evans and Walther Vangood had to admit this point.
"This one...seems to have some potential," said an elegant lady wearing a beautiful violet dress. Her waist was slim and her bottom was perfectly rounded, this was definitely no average woman. In the mortal society, men would surely give their lives for a glance from this lady, yet she was still not as beautiful as Brenda. However, the mature body and sensual voice added endless flavor to her appeal that Brenda simply could not compete with yet. "I sense the aura of spiritual power. Not only that, but his inner hunt qi seems to be far more robust than any fourth class hunter I've ever fought. In fact, it may be soul power. In addition, he hasn't even used any skills. Even when he was assaulted by the middle wood class skill, Hurricane Sweep, from Marsha Logan's Hurricane Valley Sword Arte, he dodged with relative ease. He didn't even use a hunter skill to do so. The boy has some experience, I'm sure."
"Miss Beverly, I think I will have to seriously consider your viewpoint." Sid Evans nodded his head signaling that he understood. His eyes opened slightly to observe the body of this Miss Beverly, as it was truly top notch. Miss Beverly noticed this intrusive gaze, but she pretended to not notice anything.
"Such a young hunter...could it be that he's an outcast from that place?" asked a round little man with a face like a pug.
"Frederick Little has a point, owner," Sir Walther chimed in as he was under the same impression. "It is not impossible that he is similar to yourself. Raised in a hunter family that was outcast. We should investigate his background."
"He is not yet worthy," Sid Evans spoke imperiously. "Brenda, take over for now. Things are getting interesting."
"Haha, back off Craig, he's mine," meanwhile, the muscular man who made his way into the battle cage was speaking to Bas again, "Well met, chump. I am Flavur Weiss of the northside Kennesaw Weiss'. Let's teach you how to spell the word D-E-A-F."
Silence swept the arena. Didn't this big oaf mean to spell death?
"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you," replied Bas King in bemusement.
The stands erupted in laughter, much to Flavur Weiss' confusion.
"Good evening once more, ladies and gentlemen!" Miss Brenda Evans walked down from the platform again to address the crowd, surprising everyone present. "What a sudden and exciting turn in events, right? By request of my master, I will be presiding over the Underground Battle League's fourth class battles until further notice."
There was an uproar from the crowd as everyone started to cheer crazily. Bas' eyes shined as he looked at this dazzling creature looking back down at him. It was time to show her his good side!