Chapter 1 A Battle to Shake the Heavens, About to Break Out

The King of Brats, versus… the Park War God.

[Wait a minute… what's going on?]

This was a situation that no one had anticipated, and even less could anyone guess the outcome.

[Why am I talking in square brackets again?]

"Come on, come on! Get your bets in early!" On the other hand, at the edge of the battlefield in the "betting area," Wu Xuma Luo lived up to his name as a gambling whiz. Seeing the change in the situation, he immediately wrote "Honbu Taisan" on the notice board and added the odds. "Mr. Honbu is very strong, 1.5 to 1! Everyone, hurry and place your bets!"

[I see… so the trick used in the "Scofield's Monologue" chapter is appearing again…]

At this moment, the music had already stopped, but Wu Xuma Luo was still shouting through a megaphone, and even the people on the battlefield could hear him.

[Is it really okay to have the protagonist constantly making comments from God's perspective like this? Has the author really given up on life? Are you schizophrenic?]

"Hmph… that Si Ying bastard is really good at seizing opportunities…" Honbu heard the shouting as he walked forward, but he just muttered to himself, "Forget it… he's the strongest one here, let him do what he wants…"

Honbu was a discerning man. He knew very well that the strongest person here, at this moment and in this place, was actually the one in charge of the betting.

But the Regretful Youth, the heroes of the Universal Heroes League (including Brother Jue), and the various alien races present all didn't know this.

[Now that you've written it like that, I do know! Or am I going to have to pretend I don't know in the next chapter?]

Wu Xuma Luo seemed to be casually stating the odds for the Park War God, but in reality… whether it was the Regretful Youth, the Bucktoothed Granny, or Honbu Taisan, their odds were all very objective.

Because… Wu Xuma Luo didn't even need to fight to know their strengths inside and out.

[Why? Is he sensing their battle power with qi? Are you a disciple of Piccolo too?]

"Hey! You straw-head over there." Unexpectedly, the Regretful Youth turned his head and looked at the crowd in the betting area. "I've been watching you for a long time!"

The betting board there was large, and the Regretful Youth's eyesight was undoubtedly good enough to see the words and odds on it clearly.

"You actually set my odds as the highest?" He ignored Honbu, who was approaching him, and shouted loudly at Wu Xuma Luo, "It's one thing that Bucktoothed Granny is 0.1 lower than me, but this park sleeper is 0.4 lower than me? Are you blind?"

[Is now really the time to care about that? There's a weird uncle approaching you, you should concentrate!]

"Hmm?" Wu Xuma Luo stopped shouting immediately upon hearing this and met the other party's gaze. "Little brat, how I set the odds doesn't seem to be any of your business, does it?"

"What did you say?" The Regretful Youth's eyes narrowed. "You straw-head… are you looking for death!"

[He's just stating the facts.]

The Regretful Youth's sentence was clearly not a question, because when he said the word "death," he had already attacked.

He raised his arm and pointed, and a blue beam of light burst from his fingertip, heading towards the crowded betting area.

In that instant, the many experts around him, including ordinary aliens… all felt strongly that this move would blast everyone there into slag.

[So powerful? Is that a beam cannon?]

But!

"Hmph… laughable." Wu Xuma Luo snorted coldly upon seeing this.

In a flash, he had disappeared from his original position and appeared in the path of the beam.

[Looks like it's your turn to show off.]

Chi—

In the next second, the beam struck Wu Xuma Luo's torso, but… the impact felt like a mud ox entering the sea.

The blue light entered through his chest, but did not come out of his back…

About two seconds later, when the Regretful Youth realized that something was wrong and hurriedly tried to stop his attack, about thirty percent of his energy had already been used up.

[Star Absorption Great Art?]

"Wh… what!" The Regretful Youth was shocked and took two steps back subconsciously. "Just who are you!"

[Such a cliché line.]

"Who I am is not important." Wu Xuma Luo replied indifferently and turned to walk back to where he had been standing. "The main point is… your bratty behavior just now has basically ruined your chances of victory."

Before his voice had faded, a shocking change had already occurred.

Just as the Regretful Youth was about to turn around in a panic… a pair of strong, thick arms had already locked around his neck.

[Ah… I told you not to look around.]

"Heh heh…" Honbu Taisan had an absolute advantage in height and weight over the Regretful Youth. When he executed this neck lock, he was already sure of his victory. "Little brat, knowing that I was getting closer to you, you still dared to look around… aren't you underestimating me too much?" At this point, he ruthlessly increased the pressure on his arms. "Pay the price for your naivety!"

[You should shut your mouth and not set such an obvious flag… maybe you'd really win.]

"Haaah—" Unexpectedly, at this critical moment, the Regretful Youth let out another long shout, and his entire body's fighting spirit suddenly rose.

"Don't underestimate me!" After a blast of lines with a sense of deja vu, he used the deadbeat-like strength again, wanting to use a ki blast to send Honbu flying.

[I knew it.]

However…

"Hmph…" Honbu just snorted coldly. "I already said you were too naive!"

It turned out that Honbu had activated the Family Ruining Skill at the same moment, completely offsetting the impact with his deep power.

"The winner has been decided!" Immediately afterward, Honbu held the Regretful Youth and leaped into the air. "Secret Technique: Falling into the Abyss Together!"

No one knows who decided it, but these days, you have to announce the name of your move when you fight.

[Tch… This daddy just likes to announce…]

Boom—

Seconds later, two figures crashed to the ground together, and energy exploded.

A powerful shockwave spread out in a ring, blowing away countless small fries.

But… the "winner" had not been decided as Honbu had said.

"You… how is this possible?" Before the light and shadows had even dissipated, Honbu's shocked voice had already sounded. "Why are you still able to stand?"

[Uncle, if you say a few more lines like that with that expression and tone, you're going to lose.]

At this moment, Honbu and the Regretful Youth had reestablished their distance after the terrifying throw.

Honbu had thought that even if the other party hadn't been smashed into meat paste, he should at least have lost consciousness, but he hadn't expected…

"This too, that too… there's a limit to how much you can underestimate someone!" At this moment, the Regretful Youth roared in anger, and taking advantage of Honbu's unsteady footing and unsettled mind… he suddenly attacked!

[Oh oh~ He's powered up, he's powered up~ It's finally your turn again.]

"Delete Your Save File Fist! Dismantle Your Model Leg! Willful Tantrum Smash! Crying and Screaming Eighteen Falls!"

[This kid's move names are a little too willful.]

In the blink of an eye! The Regretful Youth shouted out the names of his moves as he launched a storm-like offensive against Honbu, forcing the latter to retreat again and again, able only to parry.

"Hmph… Honbu, are you senile?" At the same time, Wu Xuma Luo, who was far away with his back to them, snorted coldly. "You didn't even notice that he had mastered the 'Full Body Rolling Golden Body' before using the 'Falling into the Abyss Together'… Heh… you're the one who's naive."

[So… you've become a commentator now?]

Bang bang bang…

As he spoke, Honbu was getting beaten on the other side.

As the saying goes—"fists fear the young and strong," and "random punches can kill a master," all of which prove from the side… the importance of age, or rather, physical condition in battle.

[I bet what follows is going to be a serious load of nonsense.]

That's right, Honbu was taller and sturdier than the Regretful Youth in terms of physique, but… by the standards of his race, his physical condition had already begun to decline, about equivalent to "a fifty-year-old Earthling."

And the Brat Star people… had a natural advantage in this regard. Because they were an "ageless" race, they would grow up to the stage of adolescence at most, and their physiology would stop developing, and they would maintain this physiological state until death.

[Forgive me for immediately thinking of the matter of racial reproduction and a series of very dirty images.]

This innate advantage was something that Honbu Taisan could not overcome; after all, the Brat Star people were also a "fighting race" (there were many fighting races in this universe, with different abilities, but in aspects related to combat, they were clearly more advantageous than ordinary races), and Honbu didn't have any particularly strong racial talents. He had achieved his current achievements entirely through acquired training.

[What achievements does he have? Is a homeless man who's unbeatable in the park enjoying special national subsidies?]

From this perspective, even though the current Regretful Youth was not as strong as Honbu, if he continued to train and improve his fighting power, he would definitely surpass Honbu one day…

However, assumptions like this were meaningless…

It was like comparing athletes from different eras and imagining what the result would be if they had a duel in their prime.

[Can we not use athletes as an analogy? It feels like we're wronging them.]

In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, the result represented everything; if you wanted to prove that you were stronger, you had to prove it with the victory in front of you…

[Ah… victory has never been a beautiful thing. Victory is crossing over mountains of corpses, victory is cruel. It is defeating, crushing, and completely destroying your opponent, then adding the final blow to cut them off at the roots.]

"Hmm… it's true that I lost my composure." After being suppressed for a while, Honbu's voice rang out again. "Oh well… this is perfect."

[Looks like it's your turn…]

"You park sleeper… you still have the strength to talk?" At this moment, the Regretful Youth hadn't realized that the reason why the other party had this "strength" was because… his regretful attacks were not as sharp as they had been in the first ten seconds.

[Looks like you're going to get beaten…]

"Little brat!" Finally, Honbu's face revealed a ferocious look, and his stance changed from defense to offense. "Don't get too cocky! I'm going to get serious too!"

"Nani!" In a flash of lightning, the Regretful Youth instinctively sensed some kind of danger, and his momentum came to an abrupt halt.

[Everyone can see that the author's average level of writing action scenes has been maintained at this level for years, which is why I try to avoid similar head-on confrontations with people.]

"Unemployed Bankrupt Palm!" Honbu's counterattack began, using a move that seemed familiar. "Life Failure Kick!"

[I knew this guy would use these two moves…]

It was also a palm and a kick, but the power contained in these two moves was completely different compared to the "Delete Your Save File Fist" and "Dismantle Your Model Leg"…

The Homeless School's techniques were vigorous and contained a subtle, continuous force, while the Brat School's techniques were sharp and explosive.

Both had their own strengths, and in actual combat, it was difficult to say which was superior…

[Would you believe me if I said the person who wrote this kind of setting isn't sick?]

"Ugh aaah…" Soon, the Regretful Youth let out a miserable cry in the face of Honbu's counterattack, and was sent flying with blood spurting from his mouth.

But anyone with eyes could see that the damage he had received wasn't that great… the Regretful Youth had only suffered "hard injuries" caused by the impact force, and the "hidden force" in the moves had been neutralized by him.

[Everyone with eyes is awesome! How can you tell that?]

"Hmph! Trying to lure me to chase after you?" Honbu also saw through the Regretful Youth's naive acting at a glance, but… he still took the bait. "Alright! I'll play with you!"

[Is he courting death to maintain his cool value?]

Seeing the other party pounce over, a sinister look appeared in the Regretful Youth's eyes, and he thought to himself, "What an idiot, knowing it's a trap and still coming up… looking down on me, huh? Good! I'll make sure you can't handle it!"

As he thought this, he had already gathered his ultimate move.

The Regretful Youth spun around in mid-air and changed his stance, kicking out a leg: "Regretful School Secret Art: Nine Suns Lightning Thunderbolt Crazy Dragon Screw!"

[What's your relationship with Dragon Tiger Gate?]

And Honbu, seeing the move… was not flustered at all. In an instant, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he pulled out a rocket launcher from somewhere on his body…

[Wait, what happened? I didn't see wrong, did I?]

"Ultra-Practical Judo Secret Art: RPG Attack!" As he said this, Honbu fired…

Whoosh—

The RPG roared, and a missile shot out from the rocket launcher, flying towards the Regretful Youth five or six meters away, facing the "Nine Suns Lightning Thunderbolt Crazy Dragon Screw."

[What "screw" are you even talking about! What the hell is an RPG attack? Not to mention why the rocket launcher used by you, an alien, is also called an RPG like the ones on Earth… what the hell does that thing have to do with judo! Why don't you just use a nuclear bomb?]

Bang—Boom boom boom—

An explosion occurred, flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.

[Honbu himself was probably blown up at this distance, right?]

But… the winner was far from being decided.

Because… neither of the two had fallen.

[That's true… after all, there was one guy who smashed into a spaceship like a missile and nothing happened to him…]

To be continued…

[Continue my ass! Do you think this is an animated cartoon!]