Transmigrated As A Cannon Fodder Sacrifice, I Tricked An Evil God Into Becoming My Live-In Husband - Chapter 31

The farcical conclusion of the first match did nothing to dampen the audience’s enthusiasm.

Instead, it was like pouring a spoonful of water into boiling oil, causing the entire pot to explode.

In the subsequent rounds, the atmosphere in the martial arts arena became utterly bizarre.

Everyone craned their necks, no longer caring who won or lost, but only eager to see what novel method Zhuohuo would use to resolve his opponents.

Next match Zheng Qiuyu of Pill Peak versus Zhao Tiechu of Weapon Peak.

A burly man with bulging muscles strode onto the stage.

He had clearly studied Zhuohuo’s tactics from the previous match.

Stripping off his sect robes, he wore only a tight-fitting black tunic, his entire body shaved smooth—not just his beard, but even his eyebrows.

He held no magic artifact in his hands, his fists clenched tightly, the metallic sheen of his gauntlets betraying them as his natal magic treasure.

His appearance drew a wave of laughter from the stands.

Zheng Qiuyu sat calmly at the edge of the arena, her expression as serene as ever.

Watching Zhao Tiechu, who looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy, she issued a command to the System in her mind

Word Spirit Protect Husband, the ground is cold. Don’t let your opponent lie there.

Zhuohuo rose to his feet, positioning himself protectively in front of her.

Zhao Tiechu let out a low growl, his legs tensing as he launched himself forward like a cannonball.

Zhuohuo remained motionless.

Just as Zhao Tiechu’s fist was about to strike his face, Zhuohuo’s foot lifted slightly and then stomped down.

Boom!

The hard bluestone arena floor instantly collapsed, forming a massive crater over a meter deep centered on his point of impact.

Zhao Tiechu’s momentum was too great he had no time to react and plunged straight into the hole.

Dust billowed into the air.

The entire arena fell into stunned silence once more.

All eyes were fixed on Zhao Tiechu, whose head was the only part of him visible above the ground, his face frozen in utter disbelief.

After completing this, Zhuohuo silently returned to Zheng Qiuyu’s side and sat down beside her, as if he had merely performed a trivial task.

Pfft—

Hahahaha! I can’t take it anymore! What kind of fighting style is that? Earth-type magic?

If you can’t beat them, bury them alive? That’s so dirty!

Senior Brother Zhao’s preparations were all for nothing. She didn’t even bother stripping you!

The laughter shook the heavens.

On the high platform, Elder Wang’s face was so dark it could have been wrung dry.

Every opponent he had arranged had been dealt with in such absurd ways

Confiscating natal magic treasures.

Stripping them naked.

Now even burying them alive.

Yet none of these actions violated the rules.

Amidst this farcical atmosphere, Zheng Qiuyu’s reputation only continued to rise.

During a break between rounds, a figure approached Zheng Qiuyu.

The newcomer wore moon-white robes, his face as fair as jade, his eyes clear and sincere, radiating a naive earnestness.

It was Baili Fusu.

He bowed deeply to Zheng Qiuyu.

Immortal Zheng, I am Baili Fusu.

His voice was gentle, tinged with a cautious, tentative probing.

Though the Fairy wore a smile, I sensed a hint of sorrow in her eyes.

I wonder… could there be some unspoken burden weighing on her heart?

If the Fairy trusts me, I would gladly offer my assistance.

Alarm bells rang in Zheng Qiuyu’s mind.

She lifted her head to meet Baili Fusu’s gaze.

The man was undeniably handsome, radiating righteousness, his eyes burning with a messianic fervor to save her.

What a naive fool.

Her eyes rimmed with a faint redness as she swiftly shifted into her vulnerable persona.

Word Spirit Confession

Thank you for your concern, Young Master Baili.

Her voice trembled almost imperceptibly, brimming with a complex mix of grievance and bliss.

My husband… though sometimes he can be a bit domineering, and his methods… rather unconventional.

But his devotion to me is unwavering.

She lowered her head, gently stroking her flat abdomen, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips.

I bear it willingly.

Baili Fusu froze.

He stared at Zheng Qiuyu’s face, etched with an expression of deep, abiding love, then glanced at the lifeless, vacant-eyed live-in husband standing nearby.

This…

How is this possible?

He felt his understanding of reality shatter once again.

Just then,

on the martial arts stage, Zhuohuo, who was about to begin his next match, suddenly froze mid-motion.

He slowly turned his head.

His chaotic eyes pierced through the crowd, locking onto Baili Fusu with unnerving precision.

The moment Baili Fusu met that gaze, every hair on his body stood on end.

An indescribable terror, like a towering mountain, crashed down upon him.

There was no spiritual energy fluctuation.

No murderous intent.

Just pure, absolute dominance from a higher level of existence.

His breath caught in his throat, his heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and even his thoughts began to slow.

The surrounding air temperature plummeted, and the clamor of the crowd seemed to fade into silence.

He saw the black Love Gu chain between Zhuohuo’s brows flicker with a dark, ominous light.

It was a warning.

A primal assertion of ownership from a male creature over its possession.

The oppressive force came and went in an instant.

In that brief moment, Baili Fusu felt his body relax, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.

Gasping for breath, Baili Fusu looked back at the martial arts arena. Zhuohuo had already turned away, having effortlessly ended the match with a single finger strike that sent his opponent’s natal magic treasure flying.

Elder Wang, watching from the high platform, took in the entire scene.

He observed Baili Fusu’s pale face, then glanced at Zheng Qiuyu.

A thought surfaced in his mind.

A sinister smile curled his lips.

This foolish young man named Baili Fusu seemed like a promising pawn.

Zheng Qiuyu also sensed the fleeting wave of oppressive power.

Her heart sank.

She could clearly perceive that each time Zhuohuo used Chaotic Power, even for something as minor as releasing this oppressive force, the cracks on the Love Gu chains binding his brow deepened imperceptibly.

Those chains were both the tool controlling him and the sword hanging over her head.

She had to find Yun Ya as soon as possible.

Relying on his unique live-in husband style, Zhuohuo advanced through the competition with relentless momentum.

He successfully qualified for the final round of the minor tournament.

Zheng Qiuyu’s reputation within the Azure Cloud Sect soared to unprecedented heights.

Baili Fusu stood among the crowd, watching Zheng Qiuyu being surrounded by admirers, with the expressionless Zhuohuo at her side.

The deadly pressure he had felt earlier had completely dispelled all his doubts.

This wasn’t love.

It was imprisonment!

Immortal Zheng must have been coerced by that Demon Lord through terrifying means, forcing her to say those words!

The pity and sympathy in his eyes transformed into unwavering conviction.

He had to save her!

Just then, the head elder’s voice boomed across the arena.

The sect’s minor competition—the final match begins!

The combatants are—

Pill Peak Zheng Qiuyu’s husband, Zhuohuo!

Versus Heavenly Star City, Baili Fusu!

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Baili Fusu clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with the flames of justice.

He gazed at Zheng Qiuyu, making a silent vow.

The final match would be his stage to rescue the Fairy.