Chapter 122: Let's fight! Let's fight!

There was a lot of bickering, a lot of discontent for Bantelu, but also a lot of staunch support for the Empire.

[1. Competitive dish is the original sin 2. Chris has not broken the rules]

[Some of the pop-ups are really funny, what's wrong with getting your mech's head stepped on, you're not as good as others. Why don't I see you guys getting all indignant, some people always empathise with the weak]

Tang Bai, who for a moment couldn't tell if this was the Empire's propaganda department's water army going down en masse or if someone's empathy had actually gone to the dogs, looked at the comments and got genuinely angry.

Tang Bai, the Little Mermaid, was so angry that his tail slapped out little bubbles of air, and he retorted with a pop-up: " Chris didn't break the rules, but he broke the spirit of the game! We're not angry because we're weak empaths, we're angry because we despise Chris' cowardly behaviour! The strong wield the sword against fate, the weak turn the blade against the weaker!"

The MC on stage was announcing that Chris had won for Imperial Team and there was not much applause and cheering.

The paramedics gathered around to give first aid to Bantelu, who was lying on a stand with blue lips, staring blankly at the top of the gymnasium, his body soaked through and his soul wandering away.

"Lu, how are you feeling?"

Bantelu's eyes rolled sluggishly as if he had lost half his life, his strength drained from his body, and the fear of not being able to breathe lingered in his brain.

Muheng was heartbroken, Bantelu was the youngest child in the team, he was cheerful and they all treated him like a brother.

A distraught and angry Muheng looked up at the culprit, Chris, who stepped out of the mech and gave a faint glance at Bantelu, who was still breathing, before the alpha withdrew his gaze and headed backstage without looking away.

From start to finish, not even a word of concern was said.

This attitude of indifference directly angered Muheng, who rushed up and caught up with Chris in the middle of the passage, clutching the damned bastard by the collar with a vengeance, "Stop! Don't you want to explain? Why are you doing this?"

Chris looked at Muheng for a moment, his expression calm as if he wasn't the one being yelled at, "It's a competition, what's wrong with me beating him?"

"You can give him a hard time!" Muheng clenched his fists.

"The unprovoked brawler will be disqualified from the tournament, if you wish to leave without a fight." Thin lips curled up mockingly, Chris pointed to his face, "Here, hit here."

Muheng keeps taking deep breaths, his chest rising and falling violently, and it is clear that he is trying to suppress his anger.

The Proa nation has a bad international reputation for being brash and generous to say the least, but barbaric to say the least, and Muheng didn't want to do something that would discredit his country by beating up people in the International Mecha Cup.

He was panting and holding his breath, his muscles tense as if he were a trapped beast.

"Come on Chris, ignore these losers." An Imperial Team player, who looked like a flowered peacock, rescued Chris' collar from Muheng's grasp, put his arm around Chris' shoulders and playfully teased, "Just dogs bought off by a little favour."

Dives' taunting comment was like a stone hitting the surface of the water, the onlookers looked different, their murmurs quickly spread through the channel, and if the channel had a live camera, the pop-ups would probably have boiled over straight away.

Muheng glanced at the smirking Dives and then at Chris, who had sneered at him. The two players who had directly insulted his country made Muheng's face look ugly and the anger he had tried to suppress rolled over once again.

"Say it again!"

Dives raised an eyebrow, and after seeing Mu Heng's awful look he smiled even more, "What, still want to do it?"

There was a mixture of people watching, whispering and looking at the Federation and Imperial teams.

Some in the Empire would say in private that the Proa was a dog of the Federation, but these words were said in private, and Dives was the first to say something so reckless to his face.

"I've heard that Dives' mech is Hermes." Mo Zheng explains, "Hermes has a poorer image in mythology, and Dives fits the name of the mech."

Bai Li leaned against the wall, tsked impatiently and said badly, "I don't want to race, I just want to beat him up."

Gu Tunan said seriously, "I regret punching less."

Xie Ruhang examines Dives without saying a word. Is it a coincidence that this Imperial player has shifted the conflict to the Federation and the Empire?

Xie Ruhang's eyes narrowed slightly as he swept past the aggressive Dives, whose mind flashed back to the bloody ways of the underground arena as he stood beside Chris, feeling a sudden chill against his back that gave him goose bumps.

His smile faltered as he tried to see who was in the midst of the gawking, Dives didn't spot Xie Ruhang and his eyes instead met Andrei in the crowd, the prince of the Lord's peace party with an unpleasant expression.

Andrei pursed his lips and stepped out from the crowd of onlookers, chiding, " Dives, that's enough."

Dives shrugged as he grabbed a handful of his curly blonde hair and walked indifferently towards the lounge.

"I am sorry that my teammates were not in the best shape and did not choose the best way to handle the situation, I apologise here for my teammates." Andrei apologised courteously to Muheng, who had an air of royalty and dignity about him that made bowing his head a sacrilege.

Muheng had a lot of anger, but when he saw that the prince of a country had apologised to him, it seemed unreasonable for him to be angry.

Andrei was taking care of the aftermath and Chris walked on around the two men as if nothing had happened.

Halfway down the street, he was stopped by a "widow".

That nightmarish sound of widowhood.

Chris looked back as if he had been pressed into slow motion and met those grey-blue eyes that seemed to take nothing for granted.

Gu Tunan withdrew his hand from the vocalizer and watched calmly as Chris' face turned green.

"What do you mean?" Chris's words felt like they were squeezed out of his teeth.

Gu Tunan is not much of a taunter, but he has a good memory and learning ability, and after recalling the words that Chris had just used to anger Muheng, Gu Tunan said with a straight face, "This is my mech sound effect, what's wrong with me listening to it?"

After saying that he pressed it again.

Quack? A melon?

The surrounding crowd of foodies ran away from the harmonious images of the prince's apology for this white-hot new battle, after all, how can it be more interesting to watch someone shake hands and make up than to watch someone fight?

Fight! Fight!

The sight of everyone watching, the deafening widow, and the man Gu Tunan, a scene of déjà vu that instantly brought back bad memories for Chris.

The scars of Chris' defeat by the widow Froggy are not healed, they are still fresh, and Gu Tunan's hand feels like salt on his bloody wounds.

Sprinkle with a large pinch of salt.

And incidentally scattered coins, just short of calling him a scatterbrain by name.

"You federal stinker!" Chris cursed furiously, comparing it to the previous scenario of toying with Muheng.

"Well, ignore these loser dogs." Bai Li slapped Gu Tunan on the shoulder and said, mimicking Dives' tone of voice, "He's just a stinker that a frog could step on."

Bai Li has a great talent for provocation, and Chris was about to explode, "What did you say? Say it again!"

Bai Li lazily pressed the vocalist in Gu Tunan's hand, repeatedly bouncing through Chris's minefield, and the "Widow" that resonated through the aisle completely swished Chris's heart, spleen, lungs and kidneys.

The fact that Chris was able to represent the Empire in the Mecha Cup already showed that he was an extremely good mech, he had a smooth and arrogant journey and was held in high esteem everywhere he went, which led to a losing mentality.

At the sound of the unstoppable widowhood, Chris shuddered, not knowing whether it was from anger or humiliation.

Resentment clouded his eyes and all he wanted to do at that moment was to wash away his humiliation with the blood of these two men.

Scarred hands suddenly grabbed Chris's wrists with such force that Chris could not break free.

Chris froze for a moment and looked to the owner of the hand, meeting eyes with those dark phoenix eyes.

The gaze was cold, like looking down on a dead man, no, an artifact, and the moment the eyes met the cold pressure exploded, making Chris' limbs stiffen and his heart beat like a drum.

Reason and instinct told him not to mess with this alpha.

"If you have the strength to fight, you might as well save it for apologising to Bantelu." Xie Ruhang said coldly, his eyes tinged with warning and contempt.

If it were normal, Chris might have stopped, but he was on fire now, anger burning through the strings of sanity after hearing the tone of Xie Ruhang's forced apology.

"Good ......" Chris paused for a moment as if to stop, but the next second he hammered directly at Xie Ruhang with his other hand that wasn't being held!

In his imagination, he should have heard Xie Ruhang's screams next.

"Ahhhhhhhhh-!!!"

Chris, the first to strike, erupted in screams as Xie Ruhang struck Chris on the outside of the arm of the hand he had grabbed, twisting Chris around as if his whole body had been affected by a single blow.

Before Chris could react, Xie Ruhang went for Chris's neck, hitting him mercilessly on the head.

It all happened so quickly that everyone was dazzled, and the light smile on Dives' face disappeared when he saw Chris' unstoppable performance, and he watched expressionlessly as Xie Ruhang slapped Chris to the ground like a fly.

Long fingers pulled a bear handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it from fingertips with the calm elegance that Xie Ruhang had developed from spending time with Tang Bai, as he said slowly, "Chris from Team Imperial beat up a Federation Team player for no reason. "

Chris's brain went into a dizzy spell and he landed on his back, falling on his face as he listened to Xie Ruhang's righteous words, "The innocent contestant in self-defence requests the organisers to disqualify Chris from the competition."

Chris: "......" Chris almost passed out from anger.