Chapter 120 Just Nuwa Things
"Huh? You didn't get enough beating earlier?"
Xuefeng rolled his eyes, not even wanting to bother with the clown but Bai Lin ignored him, gazing at the Main Judge.
"Sir Liu! This is not fair! You are breaking the rules of the Tournament! You didn't announce the victor, nor did you end the match. According to the rules, the match only ends once one of the participants is unable to fight or if one of the participants leaves the Stage!" Bai Lin explained.
He pointed at Xuefeng and announced, "As you can see, I can still battle while Xuefeng left the Main Stage before the match ended. This means, I'M THE VICTOR!"
"Tsk, I don't mind continuing the match and kill you properly," Xuefeng snickered but Bai Lin immediately protested.
"Too late! You had your chance! With your leaving, you forfeited the match. Hahahah! I won!" Bai Lin called out in laughter. "Sir Liu, please hurry and announce my victory! We can't let the crowd wait!"
When Bai Lin mentioned the crowd, it sparked quite a commotion. It was clear as sky who was stronger and everyone wanted to see Xuefeng in the Finals. No one wanted to see a loser who used rules to win instead of his strength.
Booooooooo!
The crowd quickly protested but Bai Lin ignored them, waiting for Sir Liu's decision.
"Oof! Is there a chance we won't see Xuefeng in the Final Round? Bai Lin seems to be right…" the Commentator said in worry.
It wasn't hard to guess people would die to see the Finals if Xuefeng was involved. Only half of the tickets for Finals were sold while the rest would only be released to buy after the Elimination Round. The Arena would earn millions just from the ticket sales as people would pay any price to see Xuefeng. Without him, the whole Finals would definitely flop.
"It is true that I didn't end the match, but it is because Xuefeng called for a timeout. Technically, those rules you are talking about won't apply as the match was on pause. Seeing you can still battle, we can continue the battle from where we left off," Sir Liu decided, making everyone sigh in relief.
Too bad, Bai Lin was there to refute it.
"Sir Liu! There is no such thing as a timeout in this Tournament but even if there is, you didn't approve it! The battle continued and you didn't stop us when he attacked me. This means there was no pause, to begin with! Afterward, he didn't ask for another pause and simply left the Main Stage while the battle was still ongoing. All rules applied at that moment so he lost the match by leaving!"
Putting on a stance of victory, he reminded righteously, "Once we start breaking the rules, why would we even make the rules in the first place? If Xuefeng became a victor, it will be an insult to all who follow the rules and wo—"
"Ugh!" A sudden grunt from Nuwa cut him off. "Can you just shut the fuck up already? You are annoying!"
She raised her arm without leaving Xuefeng's embrace and aimed her palm at Bai Lin. Her words made him visually mad, opening his mouth to speak when he froze. His face turned pale, expressionless and in the next second, his eyes rolled up.
Thud!
He dropped on the ground like a log, not moving at all. It wasn't hard to guess what happened to him.
"I fixed it. Now he is dead. Problem solved," Nuwa announced with a shrug and returned to hugging Xuefeng, seeing his attention.
Everyone needed a few seconds to contemplate what just happened.
"W-what?!" the Commentator stuttered in shock. "H-he died? Just like that? Heavens!"
Was that even right? A non-participant killing so openly in front of everyone? There were bound to be complications!
While the crowd was dumbstruck, Sir Liu frowned, teleporting next to Bai Lin to check on him. He turned even grimmer once he confirmed Bai Lin's death.
"You shouldn't have acted. How will I explain it?" Sir Liu asked seriously. "His Soul is gone. Completely destroyed. Even if he was annoying, he didn't deserve such death."
"Oof!" the Commentator gasped in sync with the whole crowd. "Soul Art! She killed him using her Soul!"
"Oh, please, don't make me laugh," Nuwa rolled her eyes. "Do you think I care? I wanted him dead, so I killed him. As simple as that. Even if he won the match with his crappy rules, he is dead now, so naturally, Xuefeng needs to replace him for the Finals. Everything worked out in the end."
Before he spoke, Nuwa added, "Xuefeng is not at fault, it was me who killed him, so you can only punish me. Of course, I will resist, so you need to ask yourself how many lives you are willing to sacrifice for a dead man."
She glanced at the Special Forces in the sky and turned awkward. "Well, I wanted to help you get an estimate but need to ask you a question first. Is that all you have…?"
"…" Sir Liu was speechless.
"…" the crowd was speechless.
"…" the Commentator was speechless.
Sir Liu gazed at Xuefeng as if looking for help but Xuefeng only shrugged.
"Hey, don't look at me, even I can't control her."
"What do you expect me to say to Bai Lin's Clan once they complain to me?" Sir Liu questioned instead.
"Oh, if they have a problem, you can tell me. I will personally visit them," Nuwa replied casually before assuring with a cheerful smile, "Don't worry, I'm good at solving problems."
"…" The whole Arena was speechless!
"…" The whole Water Land Capital was speechless!
"…" Everyone watching at home was speechless!
"We already knew Xuefeng was powerful but who would have thought his wife surpassed him. Is that the standard for all of Xuefeng's wives?" the Commentator asked to break the tension.
Immediately, the screen displayed Tianshi and Ming, flying gracefully towards the Main Arena. Their faces were calm and collected as if Nuwa's power didn't shock them at all.
Behind them were all other hundred-plus participants. No one dared to come close to the two beauties. What if the Commentator was right?
"I will send them to you then. Case closed!" Sir Liu announced, washing his hands from all responsibility. "Someone come and take care of his bo—"
Bzzzzt!
He didn't get to finish his words as sudden buzzing resounded in the sky.
"Looks like I missed quite a good show!"