It was a landslide victory for Han Wu. Dark Night had used all her trump cards, yet she still lost. The 400 billion locusts sward the five Vampire Nobles and defeated them. In the end, Dark Night lost everything.
The mont her willpower wavered, the bats around her scattered like toppled dominoes. She reverted to her original loli form, while Han Wu remained towering in his 1,000-ter-tall Demon King body.
The crowd cheered for Han Wu’s imnse strength while offering sympathetic murmurs to the defeated Dark Night. It was obvious she could not overco the genius that was Han Wu. A few older perverts continued to express their so-called admiration, which only added to her disgust and sour mood.
Han Wu stepped closer and tried to console her. “You actually did really well.”
Those words struck her harshly. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought to hold them back. To the onlookers, it seed as though Han Wu was mocking her.
Han Wu panicked. “Wait, don’t cry. We can talk this out.”
That only broke her restraint, and she began to sob. Her wails echoed across the arena and drew the attention of everyone present. Her fans quickly turned on Han Wu and condemned him for being so cruel to her. The battle was over, but he had made her cry—a gesture they deed utterly unchivalrous. Even the referee’s gaze carried disapproval at the sight of a little girl in tears.
Han Wu stood frozen. He had just won the match, yet now he was cast as the villain who had made her cry. He hastily apologized, “I didn’t an it. Stop crying, alright? You can tell what you want. As long as it’s reasonable, I’ll do it for you.”
Dark Night had stopped crying, though a few sobs still escaped as she spoke. “I want you to share your experience in nurturing your units.”
Han Wu blinked in surprise. She looked cute and innocent, but her words revealed a calculating mind. Anyone paying attention could see the parallels between their core races. Though one commanded locusts and the other bats, both had trained their units to achieve victory through sheer numbers.
Naturally, there were still differences. His locusts’ strategy relied on self-detonation to deal massive damage, while her bats focused on channeling energy to strengthen her before she used her Divine Skills. Sharing their thods could help each cover the weaknesses in their respective approaches.
Han Wu considered this briefly, then nodded. “I can share my thods, but you must share yours as well, including sensitive details like the combination of Sacred Objects you use.”
Her first instinct was to refuse. Exposing such information was risky, but rejecting him now would likely an he would refuse to exchange ideas later. Given the strength of his locusts, she knew his experience far surpassed hers. Finally, she nodded in agreent.
They arranged to et at a cafe by the plaza just outside the Blood Coliseum to exchange knowledge. Before that eting, Han Wu collected his prize and upgraded his Core Level by one. He was one step closer to equipping another Rank 6 Sacred Object.
He left the Blood Coliseum and waited at the agreed spot. Soon, she appeared, dressed in her gothic skirt, but not alone. Firewind and White Ice trailed closely behind.
“I’m over here,” Han Wu called, gesturing toward the trio.
The four ordered their drinks, and Han Wu dove straight into the main topic. “We will each take turns sharing our experiences in nurturing our core races. Speak one at a ti. If anyone feels dissatisfied or thinks the speaker isn’t being sincere, they may leave at any point.”
Firewind and White Ice nodded. The rule would save ti and prevent anyone from sharing useless information. Dark Night nodded as well. “Sure.”
“I’ll start,” Han Wu announced. “I have three Rank 6 Sacred Objects in my Core. They are...”
He first revealed the effects of the Rank 6 Sacred Object: Law of Gluttony. Dark Night’s eyes widened in astonishnt. The effects of Law of Gluttony were overwhelmingly powerful. With just this single Sacred Object, Han Wu had effectively elevated his core race to a new level.
Dark Night quickly searched online for information on any Sacred Object with comparable effects to no avail. Most gluttony-related Sacred Objects she found were far weaker than Han Wu’s Law of Gluttony.
She morized the details and resolved to track it down later. Then she shared the information about her own Sacred Objects.
The two exchanged more information and grew increasingly animated as they delved into topics where both were experts. They connected effortlessly and felt eager to share knowledge to benefit the other. Han Wu even provided her with a copy of his self-detonation warfare tactics, allowing her to study and learn from his strategies.
Dark Night gained much from their interaction and gave Han Wu a copy of her warfare tactics, which focused on concentrating energy by drawing it from her core race. Han Wu absorbed her insights and devised new experints. He sensed that applying Dark Night’s experience would further enhance his strength.
Dark Night felt the sa. After Han Wu shared all his knowledge, many of the issues that had troubled her while nurturing her units seed to vanish. She was confident that her own power would at least double if she applied Han Wu’s thods to training her bats.
They spoke continuously for three days and nights, deepening their connection. When it was finally ti to part, Dark Night patted Han Wu’s head and wanted to acknowledge him as a sworn brother.
Although Han Wu was taller and looked more mature, Dark Night was actually a second-year student at one of the top colleges, Demonic Imperial College.
“Little Brother Wu, next ti you visit Demonic Imperial College, just ntion my na—Xu ngng—and no one will dare bully you,” she said and patted her small chest. In real life, she was straightforward and practical, far from a delicate lady.
“I will. I will find so ti to visit you there, Sister ngng.”
Through their conversation, Han Wu learned from Xu ngng that so second-year students at Demonic Imperial College also wielded the power of the Nine Martial Castes. He planned to visit them and use Replicate to enhance his current Thirty-Six Martial Castes.
After bidding farewell, Han Wu returned to his divine realm instead of continuing to fight in the Blood Coliseum. He intended to apply what he had learned from Dark Night to improve his units.
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