Chapter 1733: 1733

‘That look in its eyes!’

Marchioness Moti’s heart gave a jerk. She was a Chaotic Saint, yet she shuddered under the gaze. It was unlike the dull look in the puppet’s eyes in the past; at that very moment, she thought she saw death.

Whitey’s eyes were cold and merciless. At this moment, it was as if it was no longer an emotionless puppet, but a fierce man filled with monstrous killing intent.

A clanging sound rang continuously. Marchioness Moti’s slash had put the strength of a Chaotic Saint on full display. It was the demonstration of her full power.

However, the slash was still blocked by Whitey. The sword energy kept blasting at its body, tearing gashes across its metallic skin, but it failed to cut it in half. Then, it fought back.

Foxy, perching on Whitey’s shoulder, wagged her nine tails. The Heavengod blood in her turned her fur red as she faced Marchioness Moti, opened her mouth, and spat out a Soul Demon meatball.

“Get out of the way!” The marchioness caught the meatball with one hand. It spun violently in her palm, but no matter how hard it tried, it could not explode.

Foxy stuck out her tongue and hugged Whitey’s neck. Whitey’s mechanical eyes rotated. A rumbling sound erupted as it threw the bloody knife away. The sharp blade struck the ground and cut through it as if it was tofu.

Startled, Marchioness Moti turned. Her legs spun like the blades of a windmill as she thrust them toward Whitey. However, Whitey did not even bat an eye. It simply swept out its palm and knocked her flying away with a slap. The marchioness fell into the distance with a crash.

Slowly, Whitey rose to its feet. The gashes the knife energy had left on its body were healing by themselves. Soon, it was shining with a metallic sheen like a brand-new machine.

Marchioness Moti rolled and jumped to her feet. She felt that there was something odd about the puppet. Could it be that the puppet had evolved after absorbing the souls of her Blood Guards? She suddenly thought of the possibility. Without hesitation, she enveloped it with her knife realm so that she could cut it in half.

At this moment, Whitey’s body began to rumble. All kinds of metal were stacking as if they were assembling and transforming. Finally, its eyes turned purple. The purple-eyed Whitey had shown up once again. Of course, this kind of purple eyes was not the same as the purple one in the past. Perhaps the closest it resembled was the purple of the Great Path.

Whitey’s aura kept climbing, and the strength of its realm grew stronger and stronger. Standing inside the realm, Marchioness Moti found that she could no longer use her curse power. ‘What? I can only use my physical strength now?’ she thought to herself.

After flexing its neck, Whitey lifted its round leg. A rumble erupted, and it vanished. When it reappeared, it was already in front of Marchioness Moti.

The upgrade was completed. Whitey’s improvement was significant—its source, strength, and realm had all reached the level of a Chaotic Saint. Perhaps its overall strength was not as profound as that of Marchioness Moti, but its pure physical strength was enough to shock her.

She raised her bloody knife to block. A huge fist struck the blade in the next instant, and she was knocked flying away. She could not use energy in her knife techniques now, but as a Chaotic Saint, her every move was still full of power. So a fierce battle broke out between them.

The ground screamed as it kept breaking and crumbling. Whitey had new gashes all over its body, but Marchioness Moti was coughing up blood from all the punches she received.

The evenly matched battle gave the surrounding nobles the creeps as they watched. “The Clothes-Stripping Crazy Demon can… fight against the marchioness now? How did that happen?!” someone murmured.

In the distance, purple-haired Bu Fang smiled evilly. “This little lump of iron did not disappoint me. Well… Now I need to deal with this great ape.” He kicked the ground, turned into a purple stream of light, and rushed forward. In the next instant, he was hovering right in front of the demon ape.

The great ape roared, trying to kill him with a swat as if he was a fly. The huge palms clapped and produced a deafening noise, and the world seemed to shake at this very moment. The demon ape grinned excitedly.

However, when he separated his palms, a ladle flew out from between them, grew larger and larger, and struck him on the head. The blow knocked the strength out of his legs and made him slump to the ground.

Bu Fang, with his purple hair waving wildly, held the huge ladle with one hand, looking fierce and ruthless. Now that he was in an advantageous position, he naturally would not show mercy. He knocked the demon ape’s head again and again until the great beast lay face down and kept shivering.

The demon ape was fuming. Whenever he roared or fought back, he got another knock on his head. All the onlookers could see a huge lump on his forehead, which appeared to be somewhat comical. However, no one could laugh, for they knew that the ape was actually Marquis Lang Gu. They could not believe that a marquis was beaten up like this.

As the beating continued, the roaring demon ape grew smaller and smaller. Eventually, he turned back to his sissy human form.

“Ouch! It hurts!” Marquis Lang Gu held his forehead with both hands with a pitiful look in his eyes. He glanced at Marchioness Moti, who was fighting fiercely with Whitey in the distance, then at Bu Fang, who was about to hit his face with the ladle again.

Suddenly, he covered his mouth, whimpered, turned, and ran away. In just a flash, he was out of sight. Marquis Lang Gu had… ran away.

The nobles present were dumbstruck. Their mouths opened wide enough to fit an egg as they watched the marquis run away.

“He made a marquis run away? That’s a marquis, one of the few supreme existences of Void City, the ruler of District B! And yet… that chef beat him until he ran away? This is horrible!”

Many people were shaking with fear. The chef had become more and more unfathomable. In the past, they did not believe that he, alone, could fight against an army, but now they had no choice but to believe.

Purple-haired Bu Fang stretched his back and yawned. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he watched Marquis Lang Gu flee. He had no intention to kill this fellow. If he killed a marquis in Void City, he was very likely to attract the fury of that mighty existence.

He sat down cross-legged in midair and watched the battle in the distance with great interest. ‘After devouring so many souls, which included the souls of many Saints of the Great Path, the fighting prowess of this little iron lump should have climbed to a very frightening level… Let’s see what it can achieve,’ he thought to himself.

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The more Marchioness Moti fought, the more frightened she was. She felt that the puppet in front of her was becoming more and more human-like. It seemed to be able to see through her fighting skills. After forcing it back with a slash, she landed on the ground with an ugly face.

Whitey stood where it was. Wisps of steam rose from its body. The chubby puppet had brought Marchioness Moti tremendous pressure. Couldn’t she, a marquis of Void City, even defeat a puppet?! Her eyes were red. The puppet had wiped out her army. How could she not take revenge for this?

“I’ll kill you!” Clutching her bloody knife, Marchioness Moti charged out once again. She could not use her magic power if she got too close to the puppet, and she could not resist such a restriction, which was similar to natural law, even with her strength. Therefore, she kept a distance from it.

As she hovered in midair, magic power returned to her flesh. Strands of Chaotic Energy flowed and wrapped up the bloody knife. Then, she thrust it out. She wanted to destroy the puppet with her knife energy.

Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed. Foxy and Shrimpy clung to its body. The next moment, energy spewed out from its soles. It might look like fire, but that fire was the fire of burning souls! Pushed by the fire, Whitey shot into the sky and hovered in midair.

Then, it lifted one of its huge palms, which began to transform and filled the air with a continuous clanging sound. Finally, it assembled into a huge cylinder, which had a thumb-sized black hole in the middle.

“What is that?” The onlookers were struck dumb.

Marchioness Moti was aimed by the black hole, and she felt a chill run down her back in that instant. Purple-haired Bu Fang’s eyes lit up as he watched with an expectant look on his face.

A buzzing sound rang out as energy began to gather. A hint of purple abruptly appeared in Whitey’s cylinder, then it shot out in a flash. The purple beam moved as fast as lightning. It came with extremely high heat and power that could destroy and pierce through anything.

The moment Marchioness Moti responded, the purple beam was already closing in on her. She lifted the bloody knife and held it before her chest. Then, the beam struck the knife.

Sparks kept darting out, twisting the void, while the scorching heat turned the bloody knife red in just the blink of an eye. That shocked Marchioness Moti, for the knife in her hand was a divine artifact.

Suddenly, a great force erupted from the purple energy beam, causing Marchioness Moti to keep flying backward. Then, she smashed hard into the wall. Like piercing through tofu, the energy beam pierced the bloody knife, then her body.

Marchioness Moti’s face turned blank as she coughed up a mouthful of blood. “What the hell is this technique?!”

Purple-haired Bu Fang smiled evilly. Meanwhile, the people in District B fell silent as they watched the shocking scene.

Under the constant shooting of the purple beam, the bloody knife finally cracked, crumbled, and turned into tiny particles, scattering in the void.

The purple beam disappeared. Marchioness Moti fell to the ground from midair. With a blank look on her face, she stared at her hands. There was a large hole in her chest, but no blood was flowing out of it. Her flesh seemed to have disintegrated into the tiniest particles. What kind of technique was this? She was confused.

In midair, Whitey raised its other hand, which clanged and transformed into a cylinder as well. It then aimed the black hole at Marchioness Moti. A cold, merciless mechanical voice echoed through the void, “The Light of Obliteration.”

As soon as its voice faded, two purple beams shot out from the black holes in its arms at the same time, going straight toward Marchioness Moti.

Roaring, Marchioness Moti leaped into the air. Chaotic Energy surged around her, making her float in midair and ruffling her long hair. Mustering the energy, she threw out a punch. She did not believe that the Chaotic Energy would be weaker than the so-called Light of Obliteration.

However, the moment the Light of Obliteration collided with the Chaotic Energy, everyone was struck dumb. The purple beams pierced straight through the energy, then Marchioness Moti. Her flesh was obliterated in a flash, and the Chaotic Energy dissipated without even stopping the beams.

She staggered back a few steps, looked down at her body in disbelief. The hole in her chest kept expanding, obliterating her flesh by turning it into particles.

She lost, and she was about to follow the footsteps of her Blood Guards! As all the nobles watched in disbelief, her body exploded with a boom. She was left with a wandering soul that floated in midair.

Whitey’s mechanical eyes flashed as its abdomen twisted and turned into a black hole. A powerful suction erupted from it.

All the nobles felt a shock of cold. Was this puppet really going to kill Marchioness Moti? Once her soul was devoured, she would be dead, even though she was a marquis. This, to the entire Void City, would be a great earthquake!

Purple-haired Bu Fang had no intention to intervene in their battle, but when he saw the black hole appear in Whitey’s abdomen, the corner of his mouth twitched. He glanced in the direction of District A—he thought he could sense a terrible aura surging there.

Looking at Whitey, who had begun to absorb Marchioness Moti’s soul, he cleared his throat, rose to his feet, and lifted a hand.

“Little lump of iron, hold your mouth!”