The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

"Sure." Wolf Spider smirked.

Tom was quite pleased, thinking it wasn’t bad having a maid come to him willingly.

But Wolf Spider’s next words were venomous: "Too bad I don’t like servants. If it were fertilizer, that’d be better. Especially your tender, white meat, it must taste great roasted..."

"Ugh!" Tom almost gagged, covering his mouth to keep his stomach in check.

After a while, he calmed the turmoil in his stomach, but his mind remained in shock.

This crazy woman really meant it.

She really plans to eat me!

My god, Hao God, you can’t lose, or I’ll become a human barbecue bun!

...

Qin Hao wasn’t paying attention to Tom’s bet.

He was focused solely on the stage.

At this moment, the boxing match began.

Standing on the left was the Ripper, and on the right was the Night Demon Hero.

One was a tall black man, the other wore the Night Demon Hero mask, relatively short but also well-muscled.

"Begin!"

With Xia Youde’s command, the two boxers immediately collided.

Bam!

Their bodies crashed together, and the entire floor seemed to shake.

The surrounding people formed a circular enclosure.

They shouted excitedly, some whistling, the atmosphere was lively.

In the ring, the two opponents couldn’t feel the atmosphere.

Their eyes were bloodshot, fighting ferociously, constantly clashing.

Visually, this battle was undoubtedly shocking.

However, from a professional standpoint, the fight seemed somewhat unrefined.

No Inner Strength, no Martial Arts, just pure animal instinct.

How can this be called boxing?

It’s just beasts brawling.

Qin Hao frowned involuntarily.

He thought, over the years, the underground arena seemed to have regressed a lot.

Back in the day, there were many Martial Arts experts in the ring.

Unfortunately, things have changed, and now only beasts remain.

Demon Slaughter didn’t know this, he merely laughed arrogantly: "See that? This bloody collision of flesh, if the body can’t withstand a few hundred kilograms, it could easily be broken. Night Emperor, with your small Asian frame, you probably won’t last a minute."

Qin Hao said calmly, "Beasts’ instinct is to clash. Unfortunately, I’m not a beast, I’m a human, so don’t judge me with your pig-like brain."

"You!" Demon Slaughter’s expression changed, wanting to get angry, but had to hold it back: "Hey, you little scrap, just keep it up, when this match is over, you’ll go up to your death."

As they spoke, the fight in the ring reached its conclusion.

"Die!" Night Demon Hero erupted, kicking the Ripper in the chest.

Crack!

Several of the Ripper’s bones broke, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fell straight to the ground.

"I won!" Night Demon Hero raised his fist, shouting to the crowd.

However, there was no imagined cheer.

Night Demon Hero felt something was off.

I won.

Why aren’t they excited?

The next moment, he heard movement behind him, instinctively turned around, but it was too late.

A hand pierced through his back, protruding from his belly, dragging out bloody intestines and blood.

"Ah!" Night Demon Hero let out a chilling scream and died completely.

"I won!" The Ripper tore off the intestines, drenched in blood, prowling around with eyes full of cold-blooded killing intent.

At this moment, he seemed like a real beast.

Then, the audience no longer held back their emotions.

They began to cheer loudly.

"Long live the Ripper!"

"The Ripper is Invincible!"

"Useless Night Demon Hero, made me lose fifty million!"

"Hooray!"

...

With all the stirring emotions, the Ripper sat on the ground while professional medical personnel came to check and asked, "Do you want to continue?"

The Ripper thought about it and of course refused.

He was already injured, and the people behind him were no pushovers, so how could he continue fighting?

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out: "The next opponent is this yellow-skinned monkey!"

The crowd turned to the voice, and saw Demon Slaughter pointing at an Asian man, laughing wildly.

Demon Slaughter continued shouting: "You didn’t see wrong, this weak Asian has spoken, he must win three matches in a row, and wants to show you that Asians can also be Invincible!"

Demon Slaughter’s exaggerations were quite clumsy.

But absurdly, the crowd around still believed it.

"Pathetic Asian!"

"Kill the Asian!"

"Yellow-skinned monkey, get in the ring!"

The audience hurled insults and taunts, while below, Qin Hao’s expression remained calm.

"Referee, I’m not leaving, I think I’ll fight another match, using this Asian’s blood to mourn my past!"

The Ripper stood up, waving his fists to the crowd, which brought more cheers.

In the midst of chaos, the Ripper gestured with his finger towards Qin Hao: "Yellow-skinned pig, come up and face your death!"

Qin Hao shook his head helplessly, why was this necessary?

However, under the pressure of glaring eyes, he could only stride forward, directly stepping onto the ring.

Instantly, a chorus of boos erupted.

"Isn’t this guy a little too skinny?"

"Heh, with that frame, even I could beat him, and he’s entering the death match ring?"

"Why isn’t anyone taking bets? Is it because they think the yellow-skinned pig is sure to lose, so they don’t dare?"

...

The mockery around was still rampant and unrestrained.

Qin Hao remained very composed, while Demon Slaughter below couldn’t take it anymore: "You little scrap, when you die later, I’ll remember your current expression."

On the other side, Tom clenched his fists tightly.

Even though he knew his boss couldn’t lose,

just thinking about the consequences of failure, that he’d become food,

still instinctively scared him.

Wolf Spider noticed his expression and showed a ferocious look, licking her lips: "That yellow-skinned pig will die soon, soon, I’ll have a big feast."

Tom shivered, making Wolf Spider laugh even more smugly.

In the ring, infected by the atmosphere, the Ripper also became extremely excited.

He made a "cut throat" gesture at Qin Hao, arrogantly saying: "I’ve never really killed an Asian in my life, because such a high-class ring has never been for Asians. Dying at my hands is also a kind of fortune for you."

"To commemorate, and to humiliate you, I’ve decided to unscrew your head later and use it as a chamber pot."

The Ripper was smugly making his threats when Qin Hao interrupted helplessly: "Do you know, talkative villains like you tend to die very easily."

"?" The Ripper was stunned.

This guy wasn’t scared?

He even mocked me?

Want to die?

Enraged, the Ripper prepared to attack, but as soon as he took a step.

Whizz!

A sharp pain hit his chest.

All actions halted, the Ripper looked down to see a finger piercing his chest, right at the heart.

And standing in front of him, Qin Hao, smiling like the Death God.

When did he reach me?

That was the Ripper’s last thought.

Then, he died.