Even if Brenda attacked Hugo Bossy, she wasn't sure she could render him immobile smoothly and effortlessly. His actions might seem simple, but the level of rym control involved was off the charts. It appeared this Bazzy Dagod wasn't just arrogant. He was confident in his strength.
And rightly so.
Riiiiippp~~
A foul odor filled the air as Hugo shat himself. Bas wasn't sure whether it was due to fear or food poisoning, but this battle was over.
"All right, so this one's done, yah?" Bas called out to Brenda and the referee outside the cage. He tilted his head as if to ask, "So, who's next?"
"N...next...ah!" Brenda seemed to come back to her senses as she flipped from the stairs of the VIP platform and landed inside the battle cage.
She looked deeply at Bas King's eyes, which gave the latter goosebumps. Brenda smiled secretly as she gently took his big, tough hand into her soft, tender palm, turning her gaze to the crowd and using her inner hunt ryms to project her voice like a megaphone.
"The winner of this contest...Rank 39, Bazzy Dagod!"
In his heart, Bas was expecting the crowd to turn on him now. He was a newcomer parading around brazenly, disrespecting sewer hunters left and right. In most scenarios, this wouldn't be accepted.
Right?
If Bas were in the crowd, he may not be able to accept such a scene. Bas felt he would face powerful opposition and be forced to struggle his way through it. However, things did not go as he expected.
The crowd, shocked into speechlessness, suddenly erupted in applause and wild cheers!
They were even chanting his name.
"Bazzy!"
"Bazzy!"
"Bazzy!"
"Bazzy!"
Stunned, Bas felt a little shy. He was a fan of praise and worship, so this worked in his favor. He felt the ryms around him stir softly, gathering into his body by their initiative. His rym record even started operating on its own, producing hunt ryms. The sounds of clapping hands and singing filled his ears with joy. His heart thumped vigorously in his chest as if it wanted to burst out and serve the people surrounding him.
'Is this...faith power?'
Bas was astonished.
Faith was a unique power of the twilight. It even helped a pharaoh become a deity.
'It seems I can still sense faith power? This opens up an entire slew of possibilities. If I can access enough faith power, I could even communicate with the Evil Dragon Sovereign himself!'
The power of faith was mysterious and ethereal. As a former deity, Bas could still mobilize the power of faith, albeit barely. He had yet to accumulate faith before, so he hadn't noticed this phenomenon.
Bas suddenly frowned.
Did this mean his family had no faith in him? After all, they were a hunter family. Their faith weighed countless times more than an ordinary mortal. Of course, maybe not as much as over one hundred hunters worshipping his strength simultaneously.
Perhaps he was overthinking things a bit...
As Bas marveled at this, Brenda moved her pretty face so close to his own that Bas had to resist the urge to kiss her pouty pink lips. She took a gold credit card and placed it in Bas' front pants pocket, breaking all manner of personal space laws. She even had the nerve to glance down in wanton interest when her hand brushed against his little soldier.
Bas would have to be an idiot not to realize he was being seduced, especially hearing Brenda's sultry voice as she spoke to him in a voice only he could listen to, "So, little handsome, which rank do you want to challenge next?"
Bas inhaled the scent of this daring and charming woman, forgetting to respond. Her sudden boldness gave him both pause and excitement. Brenda's pointy towers rubbed against his chest gently, and he could feel her body quiver. His body was having its own reaction to this sensation.
Bas could guess that Brenda had an ulterior motive, but that didn't mean the attraction was faked. She was smoking hot, and he knew he was indeed handsome. He was not at all upset with his open challenge being silently dismissed, Brenda's actions aside.
He never expected to be able to skip the rules entirely. After the first match, he already had to deal with a bunch of randos. Now that he was already here, he might as well challenge regularly.
Bas suddenly lowered his mask with soul power and inched his face closer, pecking Brenda on the lips and completely startling her into a small 'yelp' and falling back a step. Brenda stared at Bas' now masked face in astonishment.
That was her first kiss!
This handsome little bandit stole her lips' virginity. She must demand compensation!
Bas smiled in amusement at her flustered and frustrated face. This woman was purer than she acted and cute to boot. What gave her the nerve to tease him so much?
"Who is that Craig guy that Flavur mentioned? I'll choose him," said Bas, his gaze never leaving Brenda's eyes, which were an unusual shade of grey.
How had he failed to notice such captivating irises?
Brenda glared daggers at this bold little bastard, her face somewhat flushed. Did he dare to feast his eyes on her relentlessly like this? Why was she enjoying it so much?! The crowd couldn't hear their exchange well and didn't know what was happening, but Brenda's embarrassed expression was clear for all to see.
Did that brat do something when they were close?
Meanwhile, Brenda was fuming at her lack of anger. What the hell was up with her?
That was her first kiss! A chocolate-covered, hunky adolescent punk stole it! One whom she admittedly had just been teasing. Even worse, Brenda had butterflies fluttering in her stomach as if trying to escape a storm! What the hell was this?
Can anyone tell me what's going on? It's an emergency, please respond!