The God of Gabut

Competitions

The big man with full force swung his fist at Radja's cheek. Instead of dodging, Radja received his punch while chewing betel leaves.

The big man's fist landed perfectly onto Radja's cheek. "What are you doing?" radja asked while chewing on the magic leaves.

All the guards were shocked to see the old man unharmed after being hit by a deadly attack from the big man.

Ye Mo spoke up, "Don't be too surprised. Quickly finish the administration!"

"Hi, since when was there an administration name in this murim world?" radja asked while raising her right hand.

It was fortunate that the big man did not get a slap that could kill a god. Radja who was not good at administration directly walked into the arena.

Before the guards confronted the old man, Ye Mo shook his head. "Don't stop her if it's your life."

Radja who is not in the field walks with his arrogance. "Woh, there's so much. Are there any brawls here?" ask her with a plain expression like a baby boy.

Ye Mo entered the competition with a sharp and confident gaze, inversely proportional to the old geezer in front of him who did not care about everyone's gaze.

"Ye Mo, when does the match start?"

"Maybe in a moment," Ye Mo replied briefly.

"Begging for the money, I'll buy some good food." Radja put his palm.

Ye Mo gave the prince token to Radja. "Use it, whatever the cost will be on the royal side."

Radja did not stay silent, he immediately looked for a nearby restaurant and ordered all the menus on the paper.

Finally the match started, Ye Mo got his first chance to compete. He put his foot into the arena.

His opponent was a disciple of the royal-owned fighting special academy. His body was slender and his face was quite cute, he was Yuna.

The woman was a flower in her kingdom, actually Ye Mo liked Yuna a long time ago. But his talent was not very good, so all his family refused to give a proposal. Yuna and Ye Mo liked each other, but the relationship was hindered by caste.

Eventually the royal family ended up breaking off the engagement because Ye Mo was too low in the eyes of the other kingdoms.

"Yuna, long time no see." Ye Mo looked attentive.

"Yes, I didn't expect we'd meet in the first round." Yuna blushed in embarrassment, she turned her face away.

The match began, Yuna immediately attacked with full force. He was equivalent to a level 10 fighter, so his strength could not be underestimated.

But his fate was really unlucky to meet Ye Mo who had been trained by Crazy Bastards. Yuna's punch landed right on Ye Mo's chest, strangely nothing happened.

Yuna took a few steps back, she felt her right hand go numb. "Am I hitting iron?" mumbling slowly.

Seeing Yuna in pain, Ye Mo did not want to torture her anymore. His footsteps were slow, strangely his opponent did not move. His hands that were so fast immediately hit the nape of the opponent.

Instantly Yuna fainted and the match was won by Ye Mo, after which she carried Yuna like a prince carrying his lover.

Once it looked so cool, a round table descended from the sky. The old grandfather jumped up and immediately sat down at his desk.

"Haha, Ye Mo look at that annoying face of yours. You're trying to look cool." Radja placed both of her hands on her waist while taking out two bowls from the storage room. In the bowl was a chicken noodle.

Just a moment ago, Radja ordered a large amount of food. But the restaurant owner did not provide properly, Radja finally flattened his restaurant and left one round table.

Because there are still food ingredients, Radja cooks them into Chicken Noodles. He was forced to do so because rice and some spices to make fried rice were incomplete in this world.

Seeing the old man cooking in front of the market, many people saw and tried his homemade noodles. As a result, all the ingredients in the restaurant are used up to cook chicken noodles.

Although the restaurant building was destroyed, Radja was still able to provide food to those in need.

Just when the restaurant owner wanted to charge him, Radja showed the seventh prince token. All the people who were huddled instantly prostrated asking for mercy.

Radja immediately threw his round table, uh he meant the restaurant to borrow. The table pierced through the sky and Radja disappeared from everyone's sight.

As a result he sat on a round table and ate chicken noodles with his meal.

"Hi you are the prince, just challenge all the participants so that this competition is quickly finished!" radja said while pointing at the handsome man.

"Totally so." Ye Mo directly looked at the jury and used the prince's privilege to challenge all the participants at once.

No one objected, some of the participants directly climbed into the arena and attacked Ye Mo who was still holding Yuna.

Instead of being afraid, Ye Mo looked calm and used both of his legs to hit all of his opponents. I don't know why Radja's work helped him so much in training and fighting.

"Haha, nice young man. Hit them all, don't let any of them get away!" shouted Radja while eating chicken noodles with bamboo symbols.

Ye Mo's body seemed very natural when dodging and attacking. His training with Radja showed a very significant growth. A level 25 fighter would not be able to scratch it.

A monstrous man stood in a pile of participants trying to defeat him. Surprisingly the man was holding a woman who was still unconscious.

"Cool, cool. Let's go straight to the finals!" radja shouted excitedly. His role as a mysterious ascetic was already successful.

Until a mysterious man with a powerful aura flew over the arena, he was either the Emperor or the father of Ye Mo. After a while, 4 people appeared beside him.

The emperor unleashed a terrifying aura, everyone in the arena instantly lowered their heads in powerless to withstand the pressure. Ye Mo looked up with a flat expression, while Radja did not care and continued to eat chicken noodles.

One of the Emperor's bodyguards saw the old man eating on the table, he confidently disturbed him.

Ye Mo closed his eyes. "What a pity your fate is a nameless guard."

Radja swung her hand and slashed the bodyguard smoothly. "Where did this bearded goat come from" he asked Ye Mo above the arena.

"Okay, maybe from above."

In response Radja looked up. "Oh, there are 3 other goats. Anybody have any money?"

Ye Mo descended from the arena and directly hit Radja's expressionless head. "Not the time to ask for money, where did the token go?"

"Oh, since there are some strange bandits, I threw them to pieces. I think there are many copies."

The Emperor released his pressure and immediately gave a martial greeting to Radja and Ye Mo who were chatting casually below.

"Sir, thank you for guiding my son."

Radja waved her hand. "Yes, yeah. I'm just tired of seeing a weak handsome guy. By the way are you rich? ask for money, dong."

All the faces of his bodyguards looked pale, including the spectators who saw the incident. In contrast to Radja who is flat and put his palm.

"Haha, how can you consider me rich?"

Radja held his beard. "Mm, because your clothes look expensive."

Everyone's face was pale, the emperor's clothes were said to be expensive. There is only one shirt in the world.

"Alright, I'll give you everything you ask if you manage to win against me!" said the Emperor while releasing the aura of a ruler.

Everyone looked down once more, Radja and Ye Mo looked at each other. Ye Mo shook his head, as if he said don't kill my father.

"All right." Radja's face became serious, he used a very powerful punch in everyone's eyes.

"The Most Ordinary Blow!" radja shouted while swinging his fists and hitting the Emperor's stomach.

Nothing happened, everyone turned their heads to each other and the originally ordinary Emperor turned pale and flew several kilometers through the extremely powerful Arena wall.

The Emperor's shirt, which historically was the strongest protector in the world, was smashed to dust.

"I didn't make a mistake, did I?" tanya Radja looked at Ye Mo who had already patted his eel.

All eyes saw an old geezer defeat the Emperor who became the royal emblem with a terrifying technique. Rumors of the emperor's defeat spread to all corners of the world. The Most Ordinary Blow Name would become a legend.