Doomsday Wonderland - Chapter 114

Chapter 114: 97 Needs to be Taught a Lesson!

"It’s none of your business."

"Ohhh." Quite a few people in the bar seemed enlightened by that comment.

"F*ck! She thinks she is so great. I f*cking hate those Posthumans," another random commenter added. Rows of robotics arms hanging from the ceiling delivered the drinks to their customers, while there were multiple troughs above the machine holding all sorts of alcohol. One of the robotic hands delivered a glass of blue cocktail to a man. He took the glass but did not drink it. Instead, he turned to the ‘expert’ from before and asked, "How do they teach them a lesson?"

He placed the bottle down, as light reflected off the silver band on his ring finger. The person who was holding the blue cocktail was dressed in a hooded robe so others couldn’t really see his appearance. His gaze hovered for a few seconds on the middle-aged man’s hand. He said nothing and simply looked back to the large TV screen.

The hooded man took a sip of his cocktail as he listened with little interest to the girl’s reply: "Fourteen."
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"Bang!" He slammed the door shut. Meanwhile, Lin Sanjiu fell heavily to the ground along with her chair. Sandwhale looked at her and let out a cold laugh.

Sandwhale’s pupils narrowed dangerously as his anger flared, "Count yourself lucky that your face was already on TV and they’ve given you a number. Otherwise, I would’ve chopped off your arms and legs… What should I do with you now?" he uttered as he strode towards Lin Sanjiu.

Though she was tied, Lin Sanjiu used her palm to turn her wrist. When she felt her fingers on the rope, she flashed a faint smile at Sandwhale, "Have you heard of Route 300?"

"Are you looking for this?" Lin Sanjiu waved the card in her hand.

"I have to thank you for letting me get this," she smugly said as she scanned the card in her hand.
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"So that’s the reason. Even without all that radiation damage, I still couldn’t make the rope budge no matter how hard I struggled…" Lin Sanjiu showed a silent smile, "You’re Sandwhale, right? Now, shouldn’t you tell me what this tournament is about?"

Lin Sanjiu drew back her feet. She watched expressionlessly as Sandwhale held his chest and fell to the ground. There was utter disbelief on his face.

Sandwhale had probably gone through multiple New Worlds, so both his Passive and Active abilities would definitely have levelled up more than once. But a single attack from Lin Sanjiu could actually cause such damage to him and the reason for this...

Normally, most Posthumans would have to slowly raise this stats from 2 to 3 with each level up. If Sandwhale had leveled up 4 times, his stats would be at 5. Under normal circumstances, Lin Sanjiu should not pose a threat to him if she was at a 2.5 level. Unfortunately for him, she was a Growth type.

The damage from the radiation concealed these changes. Lin Sanjiu only felt her new strength and vigor when she entered the snow globe city. Sandwhale definitely didn’t know the reasons for this turn of events. He was astonished when he coughed out a mouthful of blood but gritted his teeth and jumped up when he saw that she was heading his way.

When she pulled her weapon back, the sand turned back to flesh and blood. Sandwhale did not take any damage from that attack.

He clearly proved that he was not bluffing when Lin Sanjiu followed up with a series of attacks. No matter where she aimed, his body would turn to sand, rendering her attack useless.

Before he finished his sentence, his arms turned to sand and a sandstorm headed in Lin Sanjiu’s direction. Since each grain of sand held an incredible amount of compressed energy, it would cause immeasurable damage if one was hit by that sandstorm attack. The most dangerous component of his attack was the fact that it was very difficult to dodge such a sandstorm.

Ignoring the possible backlash from the organizers, the irate Sandwhale only had one thing in his mind, he wanted to see Lin Sanjiu become that same human mush.

[Does she think that I would stop just because she leads the sandstorm towards me?] Sandwhale immediately understood her intentions and laughed.

His resounding laughter filled the room while his chest turned into a pile of sand and another sandstorm headed toward her. With sandstorms heading toward her from two direction, she found herself in an even more dangerous situation.

...

After introducing the remaining contestant, the pink-faced man who was waiting for Lin Sanjiu commented a little excited. The screen was back on the female host and he was feeling a little bored. He took out a yellow lipstick and started touching up his makeup. Doing this, he smiled and said, "I hope your boss holds himself back a little. She wouldn’t look good on TV with a messed up face."

"No, we aren’t afraid of that. But if she doesn’t look fine now, the contrast later wouldn’t be as obvious…"

[Is it over?]

The female host seemed to realized the commotion in the room. She gave a quick explanation to the audience and the screen transited to show the door of that changing room.

A pair of bloodied legs appeared from behind the door. Lin Sanjiu’s combat pants had been reduced to strips of clothes which hung over her legs. Yet, the large patches of wounds on her legs obstinately obvious. On the other hand, her upper body and face was totally fine.

The small cameras froze in the air. While everyone looked at her in shock, not making a single sound, Lin Sanjiu smiled. Then, she dragged something out from behind the door and threw it on the ground.

When the soldiers with weapons quickly surrounded her, Lin Sanjiu smiled mildly, "I am willing to participate in the 28th Lunar New Year Tournament on my own accord. I am Contestant 97, Lin Sanjiu."