Crowd Versus The Regressor

I looked at them for a long time, prepared to enjoy their fight. It was funny how they were both at the peak of the Qi Refining realm and yet had contemptuous expressions on their faces as if they were fighting a block of wood instead of an adversary.

The violent guy was the first to attack. At this point, it just seemed natural when that happened. It was a sharp and nasty punch.

The ex-vegetable's expression quickly changed as he used his palm to narrowly deflect it.

In a single move, both of them were shocked by each other's ability and reaction. The ex-vegetable's killing intent was soon palpable for an unknown reason.

I was now thinking, did I take it too far? After all, to have him killed didn't seem like an appropriate punishment for what he did to me but that feeling quickly faded away when I recalled that these two guys would probably fight to death sooner or later.

All I did only brought that day forward, nothing more, nothing less.

By the time I cleared my consciousness of guilt, the guys on the center stage had already exchanged a few hundred moves.

Soon, both of them started to shout their moves out loud while panting, which only made everything seem even more beautiful than it already was.

Not everyone was the same as me though. Although, I was shocked, I was still able to digest it. The same could not be said for everyone else though. The true power of both these guys when they began shouting their moves was already equivalent to an Early Foundation Establishment cultivator and this didn't even appear to be their ultimate move or ultimate form yet.

I also spotted the three of my bizarre female cousins. The forever-helpless servant one was already Grade-3 as she looked worriedly at the two guys clashing frenziedly on the stage.

The manipulative actress also looked quite worried, not hiding it whatsoever.

The 'zero-degree cool girl' from the women-only sect had an unpleasant expression, probably jealous of the attention the two guys were receiving.

The bully cousins of mine, on the other hand, all seemed to have vanished into thin air. I couldn't spot any of them!

It was definitely something related to these two. I patted my chest, it seemed like I was quite the lucky one.

The moves that both of them were shouting out also appeared a bit... odd.

"FUTURE ASURA FIST: NINTH MOVE"

"SHAOLIN KUNG FU: CRANE STANCE"

Just as they exchanged another move and maintained some distance while glaring at each other, both of them shouted at the same time, "WHO ARE YOU? How are you so strong!?"

After that, both of them sneered at the same time and said simultaneously... again, "Are you CHEATING!?"

Baffled looks appeared on their faces as they looked at each other and chuckled, before beginning to fight again.

Their moves seemed to be even more ruthless, but their murderous intent was clearly dissipating.

Were these guys... developing a sense of camaraderie? Oh sh*t, this was going in a very different direction.

I needed to do something, and quick. I looked at the three cards that I could utilize to rile them up, my three cute cousins.

But frosty and manipulative bi*ch were participants and therefore, quite far away and the helpless one was near the sword sect disciples, making it hard for me to reach her before those two 'new friends' fighting on the stage started locking lips instead of arms.

I could see my vague plan going down the drain quickly. The cheering waves of the crowd only made it harder for me to think it through.

Suddenly, as if a light bulb had lit up above my head, I had an idea. Cheering, cheering, since these guys loved to cheer so much, I decided to give them something even more entertaining to cheer about.

I kept looking at my 'helpless servant cousin', waiting for her to let out another shrill cheer.

"YOU CAN DO THIS, GEGE," Just as I heard her extend her neck and scream, I quickly followed up by pointing my finger at her and shrieking, "YO, SWORD SECT'S LEGACY DISCIPLE IS A CHILD MOLESTER,"

After my nasty shriek, the cheers continued, but a wide area in the spectator stands around me was engulfed in total silence.

The senses of the cultivators are far far better than normal people. Not only can they hear sounds from very far away but also distinguish and characterize them.

Naturally, the stronger ones present all heard what I just said, other than the 'child' in 'child molester', my totally adult cousin that loved to play 'helpless' all the time. The sword cultivation sect disciples around her were about to spit fire from their eyes as they stared at me.

The protagonist, Mr. ex-vegetable, even took a punch to his face to give me a murderous glare. I was already at the point of no return. I wasn't worried about f*cking up now.

When the punch landed on his face, his face turned red as his moves became vicious again.

The leading elder from my sect also gave me an appreciative glance before turning his head away. I thought to myself, 'Too bad old man, I want both of them to go down.'

The peculiar smiles, sneers, frowns, smirks, and glares I was receiving made me shiver, but I quickly steeled my heart and looked towards the sword sect disciples, where my 'helpless' cousin ignored the weird stares she was receiving and cheered for her friend, cousin, and master again.

I also cheered along with her in as loud of a voice as I could muster, "Go ahead, CHILD MOLESTER."

A mob has no will of its own. It's just a group of people with similar interests who seek conformity and a sense of purpose and belonging.

All of them were bored and hopeless folks that came to enjoy hot-blooded young disciples taking each other seriously. Basically, most of them just came to watch the tournament to seek entertainment. Individually, they would feel afraid to be pointed out but when I had already stood up to take the blame, the courage and voices of these spectators spiked and some of them started shouting along with me,

"GO AHEAD, CHILD MOLESTER,"

"CHILD MOLESTER FOR THE WIN,"

A sword cultivation sect finally couldn't take it anymore and put his hand around my 'helpless' cousin, recognizing that I was only shouting after her but he made a critical mistake there. He might have taken the crowd and my behavior into account, but he forgot the intelligence of my cousin.

She saw a big palm covering her mouth and a voice whispering to her, 'Shut it'.

Instinctively, she made a wronged expression and let out a startled cry.

I didn't let that chance go, "Whoa guys, would you look at that? His lackeys started molesting right here! WOW CHILD MOLESTER LEGACY DISCIPLE"

Few people paid attention to my earlier words but those that did also began shouting along.

"CHILD MOLESTER"

"SERIAL HARASSER, GO GO GO"

"CHILD TRAFFICKER, PUNCH HIM LIKE YOU PUNCH CHILDREN,"

"How did a child molester become so strong? Does he eat them?"

"Is this for real?"

One thing led to another and soon, the weaker spectators who hadn't heard my voice at first couldn't differentiate between truth and lies and started suspecting if the guy was actually a child molester.

This is one of the reasons why I hated tournaments. It was just performing for a crowd and when you step into the ring, you are merely a piece of entertainment serving that crowd. Anyway, I was delighted with how things were turning out.