I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1303

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Primal Challenge

Looking at the respectfully prostrating, “Dead Drunk” Centipede in front of him, Chen Ling’s originally somewhat blurred eyes quickly recovered their calm and rippled with an icy killing intent.

Chen Ling could tell that this Centipede had been absent-minded since the beginning of the welcome banquet. Most likely, it was waiting for this exact moment, waiting for everyone to get completely drunk, and then pretending to use the alcohol’s effect to initiate a challenge against him… just like those Poisonous Insects below that started killing each other after getting drunk. It was just that it still feared his majesty as the King.

He could only say, it indeed had some guts, but not much.

As for the other Poison Chiefs, their reactions upon seeing the Centipede wanting to challenge him were all very subtle.

The Gecko lay blankly at the bottom of the pool, as if it didn’t hear it at all; the Poisonous Snake floated motionless on the surface of the pool, looking like it had completely intoxicated itself; the Scorpion continuously swayed its head left and right, appearing very shocked… As for the Toad, it was stunned for a moment at first, then furiously jumped directly out of the pool!

Boom——!!

A muffled rumble echoed beneath the abyss. The Toad’s massive body directly blocked in front of Chen Ling, glaring angrily at the Centipede before it.

“Croak——Croak——Croak!!!”

[The King just returned from the outside and is at his most tired, plus right now is still the welcome banquet!]

[You actually dare to challenge the King at the banquet welcoming him??]

[If you want to challenge the King, you can, but defeat me first!]

The Centipede seemingly didn’t expect the Toad to jump out and block it at this time either. But facing the Toad releasing an Eighth-Tier aura, the Centipede naturally wouldn’t show weakness. It feared Chen Ling, but it wasn’t afraid of any Poison Chief at its own level. An equally formidable Eighth-Tier aura swept out, and two terrifying auras clashed beneath the abyss!

Chen Ling sat quietly on the throne, watching these two confronting giant shadows, his face showing absolutely no expression.

He could feel that the Toad had truly developed killing intent. If it was just acting, Chen Ling didn’t think a Calamity could act to this extent…

He wanted to see what choice the Centipede would make next. Would it first fight to the death and defeat the Toad, then come challenge him? Or would it just stop acting and bypass the Toad to obliterate him? Or perhaps, would it just cower away like this?

Facing the Toad’s obstruction, the Centipede was indeed at a loss too. Just as it was agonizing over whether to deal with the Toad first, the Scorpion on the side hurriedly jumped out.

[Although the Primal Challenge is a tradition of the Ghost Mockery Abyss, right now is the King’s welcome banquet. No matter what, you can’t pick this time to make a move on the King, right?]

The Scorpion was reprimanding the Centipede.

But Chen Ling tasted a hint of something different from it.

Under the combined pressure of two Great Poison Chiefs, the Centipede also couldn’t quite hold on. It just stared intently at Chen Ling on the throne, standing there stubbornly… It was waiting for Chen Ling’s response.

Just as the Scorpion said, the Primal Challenge was a tradition of the Ghost Mockery Abyss. And this “challenge” didn’t just refer to the mutual slaughter of the group of Poisonous Insects below; it was even more so the only path for Calamities of the Ghost Mockery Abyss to elevate their status.

Over these long years, it was impossible for there to always have been only these Five Great Poison Chiefs. There would always be some Calamities with peerless talent that climbed to the Eighth-Tier. But rules had been set back when the Calamity of Mockery established the Ghost Mockery Abyss: the Ghost Mockery Abyss could forever only have one King and five Poison Chiefs. If a new Calamity climbed to the Eighth-Tier, it must choose one of the Five Great Poison Chiefs to conduct a Primal Challenge.

Without using any additional abilities, both sides would determine a victor using only the purest physical combat. The victor could keep or usurp the position of Poison Chief, while the loser, in most cases, couldn’t walk off the arena alive…

The current Five Great Poison Chiefs had every one of them fought their way out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They had killed former Poison Chiefs, and they had also killed those Calamities who wanted to take over their Poison Chief positions. Therefore, within the recent hundred years, whenever any Calamity attempted to challenge their status, not a single one could leave alive.

But even as strong as the Five Great Poison Chiefs, not a single one dared to challenge the King of the Ghost Mockery Abyss.

The Centipede was the first one in hundreds of years.

Because it was just physical combat, Rank didn’t play a decisive role in this process. Moreover, the Centipede had already observed just now that during the process of Chen Ling drinking the Five Poison Wine, there was still a reaction. This meant that the Chen Ling before it was indeed not the Calamity of Mockery in its peak state. It wasn’t entirely without a chance of winning!

Most importantly, from the attitude the “Chen Ling” personality treated Wu Yi, this personality of the King wasn’t ruthless. So even if it failed the challenge, it might not necessarily die… Perhaps the King would spare its life considering there was no one to take over its position as Poison Chief?

In fact, among the Five Great Poison Chiefs, it wasn’t only the Centipede that saw the King wasn’t in his peak state. But the psychological shadow the former Calamity of Mockery brought them was simply too great. Even if they were lent ten more guts, they still wouldn’t dare to risk challenging Chen Ling.

The Centipede was forced, but it was also brave… or rather, reckless.

The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe slowly stood up from the throne.

“Heh…”

“You, want to challenge me?”

The oppressive feeling of a World-Ending Calamity flowed out from Chen Ling’s scarlet pupils. The suppressive force from a superior being impacted the Centipede’s rationality, making it even harder to parry, already under the combined pressure of the two Great Poison Chiefs.

The Centipede’s body trembled visibly, but it didn’t retreat, instead still staring dead straight at Chen Ling.

Chen Ling spoke faintly,

“You have this courage, this King appreciates it very much… But today, this King is very happy and doesn’t want to be stained with blood.”

“Seven days from now, you come here…”

“This King will give you a chance to challenge.”

After speaking, Chen Ling glanced at the Toad and Scorpion beside him, turned around, and walked toward the royal palace.

Seeing this, the Toad roared even more furiously at the Centipede, seemingly reprimanding the Centipede for ruining the welcome banquet it had meticulously prepared for the King, putting the King in a bad mood and making him leave early… Under the suppression of its imposing aura, the Centipede didn’t choose to respond strongly. Instead, after a brief inner struggle, it chose to retreat.

Regardless, the King still publicly accepted its Primal Challenge. Seven days was but a snap of the fingers for a Calamity of the Ghost Mockery Abyss. It had to preserve its strength well and couldn’t sustain even a sliver of injury before the challenge began. After all, once something like the Primal Challenge started, it wouldn’t care if you were in your peak state or not. The strong had to fight to the very end even under the harshest conditions.

Seeing Chen Ling and the Centipede leave separately, a glint flashed in the Scorpion’s pupils on the side. Then, it slowly crawled back into its wine pool, savoring it carefully.

After leaving the banquet, Chen Ling sat on Wu Yi’s back and directly returned to the royal palace.

Chen Ling accepted the Centipede’s challenge not because he was truly confident in defeating the Centipede, but because he had to accept… The King of the Ghost Mockery Abyss couldn’t possibly refuse a subordinate’s challenge. It would only enjoy the thrill brought by brutally killing subordinates and the excitement of toying with enemies.

If he had truly refused just now, that would precisely be showing weakness in front of the entire Ghost Mockery Abyss. The situation would only get worse.

To sweep away hidden dangers in the Ghost Mockery Abyss, he must truly become the “Calamity of Mockery”!

But Chen Ling was also very clear that with his current self, it was impossible to defeat an Eighth-Tier Poison Chief in physical combat. Seven days was the final deadline he left for himself…

Within seven days, he must complete his next Slaughtering the Calamity!