Picking Up Attributes From Today Chapter 134: A Berserk Meng Lei, The Infuriated King

Chapter 134: A Berserk Meng Lei, The Infuriated King

“Is that kid out of his mind!?” Flit the 66th exploded. “How dare he attack Little Eighth like that? Is he tired of living?”
“This...”
The academy presidents looked at one another, none of them knowing how they should respond to him.
In the fighting ring, everyone fought with their own abilities, and their life and death were not open for dispute thereafter. Nothing would be considered as going too far, no matter what kind of attacks the other party launched.
Besides, how would Meng Lei know that she was a princess?
“That bastard! If anything happens to Little Eighth, I won’t let him off!”
...
“Meng Lei!”
“Meng Lei!”
“Meng Lei!”
Compared to the furious King, at the sight of Meng Lei’s insane moves, all the spectators in the house went totally crazy. Each and every one of them shouted and cheered hysterically, all pumped up!
The more berserk Meng Lei was, the more excited they became. The five spells just now were simply too cool and crazy.
With this, there shouldn’t be anyone challenging me anymore, right?
Meng Lei stood at the edge of the ring and cast a glance at the contestant benches with a hint of warning in his eyes. It was so bothersome being challenged again and again.
Upon sensing Meng Lei’s gaze, a vast majority of the contestants involuntarily lowered their heads—they had been frightened by Meng Lei’s harsh actions!
Enveloping the whole fighting ring with five ninth-grade spells... Was that guy even human?
Wasn’t that a little too savage?
A layer of cold sweat formed on some of the contestants’ backs, secretly relieved.
That guy has gone berserk. Fortunately, that woman had been a step faster! Otherwise, I’d be dead now!
Crackle, crackle!
The lightning gradually dissipated. As the covered fighting ring was revealed, everyone’s eyes gradually widened, and astonished cries escaped them.
The fighting ring... had disappeared again. What had replaced it was yet another charred, black chasm.
And at the bottom of the chasm was someone in a half-kneel. Her beautiful long, red locks were burned, and her fair, tender, and crystal-clear face was also somewhat charred. She looked as if she had just escaped from a fire.
In any case, only one word could describe the princess’ terrible state—pathetic!
Yes, that’s right!
Extremely pathetic!
And a sight terrible to behold!
Aside from that, the princess didn’t seem to have sustained serious injuries. She glared at Meng Lei, who was standing at the edge of the chasm, her feminine body trembling slightly and her eyes red.
“Damned bastard! I’m going to kill you!”
Whoosh!
Elizabeth drew the sword at her waist. Then, she suddenly turned into a stream of light that shot toward Meng Lei. That ferocious expression and blood-red eyes of hers were as though she wished she could cleave Meng Lei into eight pieces.
“What the heck? She’s actually alright despite all that?”
Meng Lei let out a strange cry and shot backward.
“You bastard! I’m going to chop you dead!”
Elizabeth wielded her sword and slashed madly at him as if she had gone insane. The sharp blade edge swooped past Meng Lei’s scalp a few times, only a hair’s breadth away from him. If not for his ultra-quick reflexes, he’d have long since been chopped into pieces.
“Damn it! Is there any end to this?!”
Meng Lei grew infuriated. A layer of gold scales suddenly surfaced atop his fists, and they instantly turned golden. Then, he hurled a punch out and met the sword cleaving down upon him head-on,
Snap!
The sword landed on the surface of his fist. As a crisp clang rang out, it actually broke into two in the middle.
“What?!”
Elizabeth was stunned.
“Hmph!”
Meng Lei snorted, and his leg went flying out, landing squarely on Elizabeth’s lower abdomen. As a tragic cry rang out, Elizabeth also flew out like a fallen leaf floating in the air.
Then, she crashed onto the floor and threw up a mouthful of blood, her countenance instantly becoming dispirited and listless.
“There are so many people here, yet you just had to challenge me instead. Have you had enough yet?” Meng Lei let out a snort, and then he returned straight to the contestant benches.
“Victory! Meng Lei is the victor!”
The host ran over and loudly declared the outcome of the match. Then, he asked in concern, “Miss, are you alright?”
Elizabeth didn’t pay the host any heed and climbed onto her feet as she clutched her abdomen. Then, under the eyes of everyone in the arena, she left in silence, leaving behind only a solitary, stubborn back view.
...
“That bastard!”
Flit the 66th was fuming mad. He broke the chair armrest into pieces with a smack of his palm, his eyes as if a ferocious man-eating tiger’s.
“How dare he treat Little Eighth like that! How can I condone him?!”
“Calm down!”
“Your Majesty, calm down!”
At the sight of this, everyone hastily tried to dissuade him. “Your Majesty, from the start, the moment one goes up the ring, life and death are not open for dispute.”
“Even if Meng Lei really kills Her Highness the Eighth Princess, he won’t be considered in the wrong. Besides, he has already shown her mercy!”
“Shown her mercy?”
Flit the 66th was so incensed that he was laughing instead. “Starting out with five ninth-grade spells and then launching such a heavy-handed punch after that—you call that showing her mercy?”
“Your Majesty! With Meng Lei’s capabilities, if he hadn’t shown any mercy, the Eighth Princess would have died a long time ago!”
“Your Majesty, please reconsider!”
“Yes, Your Majesty! That kid had broken the Eighth Princess’ sword with one punch just now. His body’s sturdiness is beyond our imagination. If he had really intended to harm Her Highness...”
All the academy presidents spoke up.
Only then did Flit the 66th’s fury ease a little. However, he was still gnashing his teeth. “That little bastard, he’s too brutal! Doesn’t he even have the slightest bit of tender, protective feelings for a woman?”
“This...”
Everyone exchanged a look, peculiar looks coming over their faces.
Tender, protective feelings for a woman?
What was there to feel tenderness toward?!
In the fighting ring, who would dare to show tender, protective feelings for a woman? Are they tired of living? Do you think everyone’s like you, refusing to let off even a Hen-Woman?
“But... Meng Lei is still young. Maybe he hasn’t awakened to amorous desires yet?” said Fred in response.
“Pffft!”
...
“Peace and quiet at last!”
Meng Lei returned to the contestant benches. As he watched the fighting ring rapidly take form under the staff members’ reconstruction efforts, he let out a long, pent-up breath. Then, he got into a Ge You slouch[1] and lay down comfortably.
However, he had only just laid down when Ol’ Amos’ infuriated chastising rang out in his ear. “Brat, how many times have I told you not to expose your Golden Gods-Slaying Ant bloodline in front of outsiders? Are you taking my words like water off a duck’s back?”
“It’s not that serious.” Meng Lei looked up and said leisurely, “Only my hands had transformed into ant-form just now. How would outsiders be able to tell that it’s the Golden Gods-Slaying Ant bloodline? Ol’ President, don’t make a fuss over nothing.”
“Making a fuss over nothing? Hmph! The ignorant are fearless, indeed!” Ol’ Amos snorted and said, “The moment it’s exposed, you’ll be dead meat... Forget it, I can’t be bothered to nag at you. Just remember not to use it easily in front of others in the future!”
“Alright, alright.”
Meng Lei rolled his eyes.
“Hmph! How dare you get impatient with me?”
Ol’ Amos was rather displeased. “By the way, you still haven’t told me when you comprehended the fire-elemental laws of nature,
“If memory serves me right, you haven’t even comprehended the universe’s momentum, so why have you gone straight to comprehending the laws of nature?”
Elsewhere, under a few staff members’ efforts, the fighting ring was restored to its original condition in no time. The host had only just announced the resumption of the challenge match when a silver figure lunged up into the ring.
This person wasn’t an unfamiliar figure. He was the other genius that Flit the 66th and the others had been discussing earlier—the 28-year-old sixth-year student from Fighting Dragon Academy, Francis Matthew.
“It’s him!”
“Why has he gone up the ring?”
“Isn’t he a victor? Who is he challenging?”
At the sight of Francis, Flit the 66th and the others looked at one another in confusion. Then, they looked at the muscular elderly man, their countenances puzzled. “President of Fighting Dragon, what’s Francis trying to do?”
The muscular elderly man shook his head with a wry smile. “I don’t know, either!”
“Meng Lei, I challenge you!”
“What the hell!?”
Meng Lei almost went berserk!
[1] Refers to a Chinese internet meme of the actor Ge You, where he is pictured half-lying, half-slouching lazily on the couch in a sitcom still