Wang Baole originally had no intention of returning to the free-combat club. He felt he should avoid drawing too much attention to himself.But right now… he really had no choice.
The small Sparring Puppet in his dream—perhaps due to its structure—no matter how many times he kicked it…—it never reacted at all.
This felt deeply unfair and drove him nearly insane, which was why he set his sights back on the combat club.
"Don't any of you dare mess with me!"After being kicked in the crotch for half a month straight, Wang Baole was boiling with rage. He stormed out of the Dao College and stepped into the club. After a simple registration, he went straight to an entrance.
Soon, when he stepped onto the second-floor arena wearing his rabbit mask, even though he had been absent for half a month, the moment he appeared… he immediately drew attention.He was recognized almost instantly.Shouts erupted like an explosion across the entire second floor.
"It's the finger-snapping Fat Rabbit!!"
"The Fat Rabbit is here! That shameless bastard finally showed up!"
"The Finger-Snapping Fat Rabbit has reappeared in the club!"
The uproar spread instantly. Many people immediately pulled out sound-transmission devices to broadcast the news. Within moments, the message spread across Ethereal City. Even people busy at work in various corners of the city received the alert.
For example—at that very moment, in the wealthy district of Ethereal City, inside a massive private estate—one large enough to exist only among the elite of the Federation's Seventeen Main Cities—two beautiful girls were sparring.
The younger girl looked sixteen or seventeen, practicing ancient martial arts at the Body-Sealing realm. She wore loose training clothes, her ponytail bouncing with her movements, her delicate pink skin glistening with sweat.
Sparring with her was a slightly older woman, around twenty. She was even more beautiful, dressed in tight, fiery athletic wear. Her cultivation was already above Body-Sealing—at the early stage of Pulse-Nurturing.
"Elder sister, you're finally back! You have no idea how shameless that damn Fat Rabbit is! Someone like him shouldn't be allowed to stay in our club. It's humiliating!"The younger girl panted through gritted teeth. Wang Baole likely didn't even remember her, but she had been one of the hundreds who challenged him. Wearing a kitten mask back then, she remembered him very vividly.
Her older sister smiled, preparing to console her, when suddenly—the younger girl's sound-transmission ring vibrated.She stopped, listened for a moment, then her almond-shaped eyes widened.
"Sis! The Fat Rabbit has appeared—help me! Use your authority to teach him a lesson!!"
Meanwhile, in the Battle Department of Ethereal Dao College's Lower Academy Island, in a training room—
A teenage boy with a fierce expression was furiously pounding a humanoid wooden dummy.The dummy had been custom-made—round and fat, wearing the same rabbit mask as Wang Baole…
"How dare you tell me to call you daddy? I'll beat you to death!!"
As he pummeled the dummy, he suddenly stopped, lowered his head to check his sound-transmission ring, and his eyes lit up.He burst into wild laughter.
"Fat Rabbit! This time I'll make you call me daddy!"
Scenes like these were happening all over Ethereal City.Countless figures were rushing toward the club.
Inside the club, the noise and discussions were reaching a frenzy. A massive crowd gathered around Wang Baole's arena. Even the people on other platforms stopped their own fights and ran over.
Because in the half hour since Wang Baole arrived…More than ten challengers had already had their fingers snapped by him, screaming and calling him "daddy" as they admitted defeat…
Wang Baole himself felt frustrated.These opponents were too weak—he could finish them instantly just by breaking their fingers. He never even had a chance to use his crotch-kick ultimate technique.
If he forced it, it wouldn't even count as meaningful sparring. This annoyed him greatly.
Now, staring at the crowd around him, he puffed out his belly arrogantly and said lightly:
"Isn't there anyone stronger? You're all too weak."
As soon as he spoke, the crowd grew even angrier. Many already thought he was shameless—now he was mocking them. People immediately started shouting:
"Fat Rabbit! If you've got guts, stop breaking fingers!"
"Yeah! If you're so tough, fight us with your fists!"
Hearing this, Wang Baole's eyes widened.
"You bunch of loudmouths—if you've got guts, stop whining. If you're so capable, get up here and fight!"
His words were like splashing water into boiling oil—instantly triggering an explosion of roars. The soundwaves reverberated across the entire club. Even the staff rushed over nervously, trying to prevent a riot.
Wang Baole jumped in fright at the uproar, but seeing the staff present made him relax.He simply stood his ground and kept provoking the crowd.
The staff were sweating coldly.It was rare for things to get this out of control. And very few people had ever managed to provoke such a massive reaction.
Wang Baole ignored them. He directly raised his challenge fee to twenty spirit stones—immediately filtering out weaklings who couldn't afford it.
As Wang Baole waited impatiently—considering whether to lower the fee—a shout suddenly came from outside the ring:
"Fat Rabbit! Your little daddy is here for you!"
The crowd immediately turned to look.Wang Baole also looked curiously—and instantly recognized the teenager striding forward with arrogance and confidence.
The boy wore a white combat suit, the aura of a peak Body-Sealing cultivator radiating from him without restraint.And more importantly—he was wearing equipment…
Specially-made gloves.
The gloves encased his hands so tightly that his fingers were fully protected—leaving no gap for Wang Baole to grab.
The boy was incomparably pleased with himself. Under the cheers and excitement of the crowd, he marched directly toward the ring.
"It's Lu Zihao from Ethereal Dao College's Battle Department!"
"He got his fingers broken by the Fat Rabbit so many times before—this time he actually brought gloves! Good for him!"
"Haha! Smart guy! With gloves, the Fat Rabbit's finger-breaking technique is useless!"
Amid the excitement, Wang Baole purposely examined the gloves.He coughed lightly, stepped back a few steps, and put on an expression of grave caution.
Seeing this, the boy became even more excited.With a leap, he landed on the ring.
"Fat Rabbit! All you can do is break fingers. This time—you're doomed!"
He laughed loudly, but didn't underestimate his opponent. The moment he landed, he unleashed astonishing speed, charging straight at Wang Baole.He had practiced this scene countless times in the academy's training room. He was confident he could quickly overwhelm the Fat Rabbit.
"No wonder he's from the Battle Department!"
"That momentum—he's already among the strongest of the Body-Sealing realm!"
"This will be a good fight! The Fat Rabbit is finished!"
The crowd watched eagerly, ready for an intense battle—
But in the next instant, the situation flipped instantly.
As the boy rushed forward, Wang Baole, who had retreated several steps, suddenly lunged forward instead—His right hand didn't go for the boy's fingers.Instead, it pressed directly down on the boy's wrist.
With suction force in his palm and incredible speed, the boy had no way to dodge. Wang Baole's hand struck his wrist, then pressed downward with a joint-lock motion!
A wave of pain—no weaker than finger-breaking—shot through the boy's whole body in an instant. He held back a scream, preparing to counterattack—
But a tremendous suction force suddenly spread, dragging at his body as if he had stepped into a pool of mud. His movements slowed.Around Wang Baole, under his suction control, a kind of "domain" formed!
The slowing effect only lasted a moment, but in a fight like this, unless Wang Baole used a technique that could end things instantly, the window would be wasted once the opponent recovered.
But grappling techniques…
Were designed to end things in one move!
In the instant the wrist-lock triggered intense pain—Wang Baole's right leg shot out like lightning—
And kicked the boy directly in the crotch.
"Call me daddy!"Wang Baole growled.He held back a lot of his strength… but even then, when the kick landed—
The boy's eyes snapped wide.His face went from normal, to white, to red, to purple in the span of seconds—Then a shrill, distorted scream burst out of him.
"OOOHHHHhhhh—!!"
The boy collapsed, clutching his crotch, crying outright. Tears streamed down his face. His hands instinctively shielded his groin.
Every man watching felt his scalp go numb and his lower body shrink reflexively.
Even the nearby guards sucked in cold breaths.
Perhaps out of sympathy, the furious shouts exploded fiercer than ever:
"Shameless!!! Let a Pulse-Nurturing cultivator come fight him!"
"Damn it! He kicked his crotch! I'll offer thirty spirit stones—whoever rips off the Fat Rabbit's mask! I want to know who he is!!"
Amid the crowd's fury, Wang Baole looked sympathetically at the boy crawling off the ring.He understood the pain very well—and felt much more at ease now.
"Anyone else want to challenge me?"Wang Baole coughed lightly, looking around. The rules allowed him to set challenges one realm higher, but he didn't do that—he left it at Pulse-Nurturing and below.
However, now that he had used a crotch-kick…Even though many cursed him, few dared to challenge.
Finger-breaking?Sure, they weren't convinced by that.
But getting kicked in the crotch…Even the bravest men felt goosebumps and didn't want to risk it.
But Wang Baole was far too arrogant now.Standing on the stage, waiting, he kept taunting the crowd just like before.
"A club this big, and no one dares fight me? Pathetic!"
Gradually, some people simply couldn't hold back their pride and came forward.Half a day passed, and the arena echoed repeatedly with screams.With each kick, Wang Baole's crotch-kicking technique grew more polished…
The atmosphere on the second floor reached an explosive peak. The club had to deploy more guards, and multiple cameras zoomed in on the ring, preparing for the worst.
Even on the third floor, in the security room, several guards sat in formation, watching closely. They were deeply worried about losing control of the situation.
"That damned Fat Rabbit… If not for the permissions system, I'd go down there myself and see who the hell that bastard is!"Several Pulse-Nurturing guards gritted their teeth, furious.