The Green Tea's Target is Always Wrong【Quick Transmigration】(Completed BL)

Translator: dapotaturs

Release Date: 04/02/2024

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Chapter 11: Whenever Two Shous Meet, There Must Be a Gong (11)

As soon as they entered, a wave of heat accompanied by deafening roars hit them, mixed with coarse language that made one nauseous. The long corridor was dark and low, pressing down on them so hard that they could barely breathe.

Guided by the waiter, Yue Chu and Wei Xieyang finally entered the viewing area. The huge arena was magnificent, with dragon heads carved on both sides vividly lifelike. Bloodstains from the previous match remained on the ground, bright like peonies printed on golden paper. The sides were crowded with people, each wearing grim masks, their eyes glaring red as they eagerly watched the stage where a thrilling showdown was about to take place, waving their hands excitedly, their frenzied appearance resembling demons unleashed.

The red lights, like blood, permeated every corner, stirring up the darkest desires in people's hearts. The collision of similar individuals meant there was no need to hide anymore, shedding the facade they wore during the day and indulging freely in this revelry.

This was the underground arena for mecha battles, where every participant had to sign a life-and-death contract. Unlike mech competitions that stop at scoring points, this place emphasized the violent and bloody nature of performance, where anyone capable could directly kill their opponent. It was a real battle, a fight to the death, with no mercy given.

The reason Yue Chu brought Wei Xieyang here was twofold: to allow him to accumulate more real combat experience and to make him understand that what textbooks taught was only a basic mode, while true combat required much more flexibility.

Yue Chu: "Have you thought it through? If you join the competition with me, you're very likely to get injured."

This was Yue's family business, so he didn't arrange any deadly games for Wei Xieyang. Even in training, he had to ensure Wei Xieyang's safety.

Wei Xieyang's eyes flickered. He didn't enjoy being an audience in such a setting, yet surprisingly, he wanted to try Yue Chu's method. The proud gaze burned with an indomitable will, like a blazing flame, incinerating his former weakness.

Wei Xieyang: "I'm ready."

Wei Xieyang took the stage.

He had never experienced such thrilling combat before. At this moment, his opponents were no longer just opponents but relentless enemies fighting to the death. Each attack from the opponent was sharp and lethal, mercilessly striking at his weaknesses and sending him flying. The cheers and curses around him served as the best drumbeats, stimulating the restlessness in his heart and pushing his emotions to the highest point.

He staggered to his feet, his mech already tattered and worn, yet his eyes were becoming brighter. His white cheeks flushed red like blood, and his mental strength seemed like an opened pump, squeezing out the last ounce of his power frantically.

Wei Xieyang's mech charged at the opponent once again. Just as the two were about to collide, he suddenly crouched and knelt on the ground. The harsh sound of metal scraping against the ground echoed as a slender blade suddenly popped out from the abdomen of his mech. He grabbed it in reverse and slashed open the opponent's chest.

Wei Xieyang won. Amidst the enthusiastic applause, he collapsed on the ground, panting, and looked up at the high ceiling through the light screen, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.