Scene Three: (What sport in the world was the most nerve-racking to watch?
Soccer!
What was even more nerve-racking?
Chinese soccer!
Sigh, the ancients truly did not deceive us~~~
Suddenly, dark clouds blanketed the sky. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, gales raged, and the Heavenly River poured down.
A bolt of purple lightning tore through the sky with a speed faster than BT, striking the sea.
About three seconds later, the ocean surface within ten thousand miles rapidly swelled upward, countless snake-like arcs of purple electricity darting back and forth inside it.
When the crest of the swollen sea rose ten thousand meters into the air, it stopped. The entire world stopped.
"Crash~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" A tremendous roar echoed across the globe, making even the entire solar system tremble slightly.
"Those who believe in me shall gain eternal life~~~~~~~~~~~~" A majestic, manly voice rang in everyone's ears at once.
"We do not seek eternal life. Can we score goals?" All Chinese people offered the same devout question.
A vast, boundless palm appeared in the sky. It suddenly clenched into a fist, and its enormous middle finger fearlessly sprang out, pointing furiously at the heavens. It repeated this three times.
On some year, some month, some day, devout believers unfurled a world-shaking banner: "Believe in Brother Chun, score three!"—That day was a miracle, an absolute miracle. Chinese soccer, the men's team, won. They scored three goals.)
"Three goals! Three goals! Three goals! Victory Shoes has done it! Victory Shoes has done it! Don't give those Smida stick-men any chance. Great Victory Shoes! He inherited the glorious tradition of believing in Brother Chun. Brother Chun, Brother Zeng, and Sister Feng possessed him at this moment! Victory Shoes alone represented the history and tradition of believing in Brother Chun and scoring three goals. At this moment, he was not fighting alone. He was not alone!" An impassioned, provocative commentary boomed from the loudspeakers beside the soccer field.
This was a soccer match between universities. On one side was the Chinese Dragon Team; on the other was the Smida Team.
Ever since these two teams had begun facing each other, the Smida Team had remained undefeated for thirty-two straight matches. This time, with only one minute of stoppage time remaining, the Smida Team scored. Two to two—would their unbeaten record become thirty-three matches?
No. One person gave the answer.
Amid the cheers of all the female fans and the jealous, resentful stares of all the male fans—including his own teammates—
He carried the ball alone from his own penalty area, dribbling past and barging through eleven opposing defenders in succession—the head referee was the eleventh.
There should have been only the opposing goalkeeper left, but at that moment, his teammates charged toward him. They looked as though he were a naked, defenseless little girl holding one hundred million dollars in her hands.
The ball went in, and he went down, tackled by his own teammate—this was his third goal today, and also the hardest his own teammates had kicked him.
In pain and silence, he clutched his right calf, curled his entire body into a ball, and shivered. At that moment, he had none of the dominance and courage he had shown while dribbling. He was like a newborn puppy, whimpering and trembling in the cold wind.
He was tall: 185 centimeters.
He was strong: 90 kilograms.
He was handsome. Just look at those crazed female fans by the field.
But he was weak, timid, and shy, as though his courage could only appear in the instant when he dribbled and scored.
He was the scoring ace of the school's men's soccer team, the super idol of all the girls at school, and the punching bag of all the boys.
He truly was outstanding. He ranked first in every subject. Aside from being weak, timid, and shy, he was practically perfect. Perhaps his presence on the field was too exceptional, or perhaps his performance stirred up the girls' maternal instincts. Whatever the reason, he was the treasured mascot of every girl at school.
Because of him, not a single girl at school was willing to give any other boy so much as a proper glance. Thus, tragedy was born.
If he had been some petty tyrant or big-time hooligan, then he could have become the leader of all the boys at school. He had the qualifications—his strength, speed, flexibility, and everything else were astonishing.
At first, although the boys had plenty of complaints and disliked the sight of him, they could only endure in silence when they saw his muscular body. Then, after a boy was rejected by the girl he loved because of him, that boy went mad and sought trouble with him. Only then did everyone discover that he would not fight back. No matter how the other person beat or cursed him, he only curled up on the ground, covered his head, and shivered.
Gradually, more and more boys went to test it out. The results were completely consistent and beyond doubt.
(Hotline:
Enthusiastic Viewer Wu Zhuzi: "Poor thing~~~~~ Come here, big sister will pet you~~~ Be good now~~~~~~ Hmph, the director is too cruel!"
Enthusiastic Viewer Ji Sky: "Good beating! Damn it, if it were Laozi, Laozi would beat him to death too. He stole all the spotlight—how are we supposed to get by?"
Director: "Ah~~ Deep Love in the Rain~~~~~ How many towers stand amid the misty rain~~~~~~~")
Cannon, the teammate who had tackled him down, pretended to ask after him and apologize. "Hey~~~ You sure were in the spotlight today. Look, look, tsk tsk tsk, all the girls are watching you with such concern, while I'm about to get cursed to death, hehe. Sheng Nixie, meet us at the usual place after school. Don't run away like last time, okay? Oh, right, Yu was invited over today too. Hahaha~~~~~~~"
Sheng Nixie was Victory Shoes. That was his real name, while Victory Shoes was a homophonic nickname given to him by his fans.
The instant he heard the word Yu, a flicker of golden light seemed to flash through Sheng Nixie's vacant eyes. After the golden light faded, Sheng Nixie suddenly fainted.
"Team doctor, team doctor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Come quickly~~~~~~~~~~ I'm such an idiot! Sheng Nixie, are you okay?" Cannon suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, his face full of concern.
At that moment, all the female fans around the field crowded over. Their eyes brimmed with tears as they sobbed without end. His teammates came over as well, fussing over him with concern. It was quite the lively scene.
Amid the crying of the female fans and the "enthusiastic" help of his teammates, Sheng Nixie was sent to the hospital.
"Ah!" Sheng Nixie woke up. Perhaps he had suffered some nightmare; his whole body alternated between chills and fever.
He blankly looked around. It seemed to be a hospital ward, and the beds beside his were filled with female fans who had stayed to watch over him. A bitter smile appeared on his face. His leg no longer hurt, and neither did his head. He quietly got out of bed, slipped from the ward as lightly as a cat, and sprinted toward that "usual place."
"Yu, wait for me!"
Yu was a quiet girl. She did not talk much, nor was she particularly stunning. She treated Sheng Nixie very well and was very gentle. Aside from Sheng Nixie, she seemed never to socialize or interact with anyone else.
All of this had been noticed, detail by detail, by those with ulterior motives.
The "usual place" was actually an abandoned little warehouse along a small lane on Sheng Nixie's way home. Sheng Nixie had "bonded" with plenty of boys from school there.
Sheng Nixie ran all the way. When he was almost at his destination, he suddenly stopped, took several deep breaths, then gently pushed open the door.
The moment the door opened, the inside was pitch-black. Just as Sheng Nixie was about to speak, a blinding light shot directly into his eyes. Before he could understand what was happening, a club struck him unconscious.
"Hey~~~ Wake up, my dear Sheng Nixie. The show is about to begin." A bucket of icy water was poured over Sheng Nixie, waking him up.
The sight before him made Sheng Nixie draw two heavy breaths—a blond man with more than zero nose rings, earrings, and eyebrow rings combined sat in a recliner, holding someone in his arms. A woman. Yu.
Sheng Nixie's Adam's apple bobbed, but in the end, he still lacked the courage to say anything.
The blond man laughed strangely. "This bitch actually dared to reject this young master. It was her good fortune that Laozi thought highly of her, yet she actually liked trash like you. Hehe, she feels really good. I knew she was an uncut jade." As he spoke, both hands roamed over Yu's body. Whenever he touched somewhere sensitive, he deliberately flicked and tugged at it. His tongue ring-pierced tongue licked back and forth across Yu's face like a dog.
What was strange was that Yu not only did not resist, she seductively responded to the blond man. A pained yet alluring expression appeared on her face, and the flush on her cheeks was terribly unnatural.
Yu had been drugged! That was Sheng Nixie's thought.
Several minutes passed like this. When the blond man saw that Sheng Nixie still showed no reaction at all, he stopped moving, stood up, walked before Sheng Nixie, and kicked him in the head. The blow nearly knocked Sheng Nixie unconscious again.
"Heh heh heh~~~~~~~~~ You son of a bitch, you don't even dare say a word. Heh, I suddenly have a great idea. I want to see whether you'll react at all if I take this bitch right in front of you. Hahaha~~~~~~~~~~~" As he spoke, the blond man actually took off his pants. A wave of foul stench rushed into Sheng Nixie's head. The blond man smugly shook his crotch and laughed strangely. "Much bigger than your little bird, right? Haha."
After saying that, he turned and walked toward Yu, who was still gasping on the floor. The blond man took out a bottle of something and rubbed it fiercely over his crotch. As though injected with hormones, it suddenly became incomparably erect, veins bulging as it glowed red.
The blond man pounced on Yu with gleaming eyes. In no time at all, he tore off every scrap of her clothing. After taking two heavy breaths, he gripped his erection and thrust forward.
"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" Bright red blood slowly flowed from where they joined, and Yu let out a heart-rending scream.
"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" The blond man sighed in satisfied delight. "Haha, that feels good~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~" Dense golden light shot from Sheng Nixie's eyes, and then he fainted.
The next day, the morning sunlight pitifully spilled into the "usual place." Two men and one woman lay on the ground.
The woman was completely naked, with a patch of crimson beneath her legs. A thin trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were wide open. She had no breath, no heartbeat.
One man had blond hair and wore no pants. There was also a pool of blood beneath his crotch, his lower body a mangled blur. The top of his head had exploded, brains splattering everywhere. His expression was one of extreme terror, green bile leaked from the corners of his mouth, and his entire body was cold and stiff.
The other man clutched his hair with one hand and his vital spot with the other. His expression was twisted in agony as he struggled miserably on the floor. Golden light flashed in his eyes, while silver light faintly glimmered at his vital spot. With every flash and every glimmer, his pain increased another degree. By the end, his entire face had contorted, and drool flowed uncontrollably from his mouth.
When the golden and silver lights flashed and faded a thousand times in rapid succession at an extremely high frequency, the man released a world-shaking roar. He stomped the blond man's corpse to pieces, tightly embraced the woman's corpse with both arms, and soared into the sky. After smashing through the roof, he tore through the dawn and vanished.
This chapter was pretty brutal. The next chapter will be hilarious. That's how reading should be—ups and downs, hahaha. Come on, I know your resentment runs deep, so throw all your clicks, recommendations, bookmarks, subscriptions, tips, monthly votes, and rating votes at "Path of the Wicked Dragon" and knock Pighead unconscious, haha. This chapter was posted by Pighead. (To be continued)
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