The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter 100 - 100: Establishing Power in a Single War

Maybe under the pressure of the strong enemy, the remaining cultivation techniques will all break through at once?

With beautiful expectations in mind, Zhu Haomiao once again spent gold on the breakthrough bottleneck of [Stacked Waves Strength].

After investing 10 [greed coins] at once, it unsurprisingly got stuck again.

[Stacked Waves Strength]: LV.4 (Small Success·Bottleneck)

Years of virtual memory flooded into his mind like a stream, progressing rapidly at first, then like constipation later, and finally completely stuck without any progress.

"Tsk..."

Rubbing his temples, Zhu Haomiao pulled himself out of the suffocating pain of virtual memory and slowly exhaled a foul breath.

The bottleneck of the third layer only took a dozen days. The fourth layer's bottleneck shouldn't take long either... there's no hurry...

On the contrary, the resources for cultivation were not enough. Whether it's contributions or [greed coins], the consumption in later stages is huge, requiring anticipation.

With a plan in mind, Zhu Haomiao turned his steps toward the direction of the [Yanhuang Armory].

..................

"Kill kill kill~~~"

"Beat him to death!!"

"Hit! Attack his lower path!"

The vast underground martial arts arena was lively day and night, as if it was always so bustling.

Amid the noisy and sharp howls around, Zhu Haomiao found the busy Wang Hua.

"Senior Brother Wang."

"Huh?! Junior Brother Zhu! What brings you here?"

"I was feeling a bit stifled after a long seclusion, so I came out to relax."

"Phew... you scared me. I thought you finished practicing all the cultivation techniques you exchanged last time, broke through to the Golden Level, and came to stir things up again!"

"......"

So that's how you see me?

Zhu Haomiao's eyelids twitched uncontrollably before he generously moved past the matter.

"So, you want to play a match, right?"

Seeing Zhu Haomiao's intention, Wang Hua chuckled and asked.

"Is that possible? According to the rules, don't I have to register a few days in advance?"

Looking at the boy's expectant eyes, Wang Hua waved his hand grandly.

"No problem, I'll arrange it for you now."

With that, Wang Hua turned swiftly to leave, but halfway through, he seemed to remember something and turned back to Zhu Haomiao seriously.

"But is it okay if the opponent is completely random?"

Zhu Haomiao: "......"

It seems that the "evenly matched" opponent last time left a psychological shadow on him...

Originally, he wanted to specify a Lord, but considering he already jumped the queue, continuing with underhanded tactics seemed a bit too much. Zhu Haomiao nodded compliantly.

"Sure."

Giving the boy an OK gesture, Wang Hua dove into the staff area and came out again in just a few minutes.

"Done! It's your turn next!"

"Um... can I kill the opponent?"

"......"

Seeing Zhu Haomiao's shy, expectant yet embarrassed pretty face, Wang Hua fell into deep silence.

How could you say such fierce words with such an innocent expression?

So you participate just to kill the opponent?

Does it have to be so bloodthirsty?

Pinching his brows in distress, Wang Hua hesitated for a few seconds, but before he could respond, a steady voice rang beside him.

"The opponent is from Gallia, and we have no grudge with them. Random killing might not look good."

"Senior Brother Feng!"

Seeing the newcomer, Wang Hua let out a long breath of relief and quickly stepped aside, passing the hot potato over.

Feng Zhaobai smiled and nodded, observing Zhu Haomiao's face without a trace.

Seeing the boy's serious and peaceful brow, devoid of the imagined ferocity, Feng Zhaobai's heart settled.

Thankfully, no signs of falling into the demonic path...

"Junior Brother Zhu, the match hasn't even started, why do you want to kill the opponent already?"

Feng Zhaobai chuckled, teasing without leaving a mark.

Zhu Haomiao was suddenly stumped, not knowing how to answer.

Could it be said he was craving the Lord's body?

"Uh... recently, my strength has been growing fast, and my control can't keep up. I'm afraid of accidentally killing the opponent..."

In a pinch, Zhu Haomiao blurted out an excuse, unexpectedly, the two in front of him believed it without a doubt.

"Growth of strength surpassing the growth of control... What a lavish worry..."

Seeing the boy's confused expression, Feng Zhaobai sighed, a hint of barely visible jealousy in his eyes.

And Wang Hua beside him was even more direct, staring intently into Zhu Haomiao's eyes, with undisguised envy and jealousy.

"Uh... is that difficult?"

Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but ask.

Actually, his answer wasn't quite a lie, as his Six-dimensional Attributes were continuously and rapidly growing.

The first thing he did every morning was to adapt to his enhanced strength once more!

Daily control was simple, taking only a few minutes, but precise control in battle was something even he wasn't confident in.

Unless the opponent was like the previous Lord, pushing him to the limit, allowing him to unleash all his strength!

Then learn to master everything in battle!

On the other side, hearing Zhu Haomiao's seemingly self-satisfied queries, even Feng Zhaobai couldn't help but subtly rub his forehead, feeling a slight urge to hit him.

"Even an ordinary [God's Destiny] finds it hard to reach this state; only the top [God's Destiny] can experience such circumstances..."

Upon hearing Feng Zhaobai's explanation, Zhu Haomiao immediately understood his current state and wisely shut his mouth.

Senior Brother Wang beside him even started grinding his teeth, his eyes red as if he wanted to bite someone!

Just then, the broadcast announcement came to Zhu Haomiao's rescue.

"Senior Brothers, it's my turn to go on stage, see you later."

With a hearty fist salute, Zhu Haomiao turned and walked towards the contender's passage, quickly disappearing from their sight.

A few minutes later, the boy stood on the edge of the ring and saw his opponent for this match.

He was a blond, blue-eyed sunny boy, but the moment their eyes met, the other's confident face instantly froze, becoming increasingly bitter and twisted.

After struggling for a few seconds, the blond boy sighed deeply, his shoulders drooping helplessly, and said something to the referee below.

"Contender Jacob concedes, Contender Zhu Haomiao wins!"

With the referee's announcement, the vast arena immediately erupted into a frenzy.

"Coward! Damn you!"

"What are you afraid of?! At worst, you'll die! Fight!"

"Do you Gallians have no men?!"

"All Gallian men have long been extinct!"

.........

Listening to the various taunts from the audience, the blond boy seemed drained of spirit, his gaze dim as he walked off the ring.

Meanwhile, an originally enthusiastic Zhu Haomiao was also dumbfounded as he walked down, bafflingly looking towards the two Senior Brothers who came to meet him.

"This..."

"A person's name, the shadow of a tree, Junior Brother Zhu, congratulations on making your mark in one battle!"

Wang Hua patted Zhu Haomiao's shoulder, jokingly mocking with schadenfreude.