After Clearing the Infinite Flow, I Tamed the Mad Dog Boss - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

The monster did not dare make a rash move, while Qin Xian and Huang Quxie were so drained, physically and mentally, that they could only lean against the wall and rest. For a moment, the atmosphere in this underground space turned strange, silent, and tense…

But as the flames on the ground and at the end of the whip gradually died out, the distant cluster of screens began to flicker faster and faster. From the darkness came the faint, constant clatter of machinery. That enormous monster was gathering itself, ready to strike.

Qin Xian retracted the whip, picked up a heavy length of rebar from the ground, and weighed it in his hand.

Huang Quxie also grabbed an iron rod nearby as his close-combat weapon.

Qin Xian asked him, “Do you still have a gun?”

Huang Quxie shook his head. “No. I wanted to bring an extra one too. But each of us only gets one gun, and even the number of bullets is counted. Not a single round can be missing.”

Qin Xian gave a faint “oh.” “Then keep track of your own shots. Don’t worry about me. Let’s go see what that thing really is.”

The two had only taken one step forward when the eyes on the electronic screens not far away suddenly widened, and the screens were instantly flooded with red. The monster’s remaining limbs slowly shifted, aiming at them, but it still did not attack.

Only after the two of them fully stepped into the space where the monster was did it react again.

The red screens began changing once more. White light flared, and a livestream interface appeared across them. The viewer count in the upper right corner kept jumping upward: fifty thousand… fifty-five thousand… sixty thousand…

“Hahaha, my dear fans! Sorry today’s stream started late, but we have two special guests with us today!”

In the center of the mass of screens, a familiar figure suddenly emerged. Aunt Zou wore a qipao, heavy makeup, and a beaming smile as she introduced them to the viewers. “These two are Qin Yi and Huang Er. Come on, everyone, take a good look.”

A camera connected to a data cable suddenly poked out from the monster’s body and aimed straight at Qin Xian and Huang Quxie. Their faces immediately appeared on the livestream’s large screen, and comments began flooding past.

[Oh wow! A handsome guy!]

[Please, he’s just okay.]

On-screen, Qin Xian gave a cold snort, raised the rebar in his hand, and brought it smashing down. The huge steel bar filled the entire frame, and in the next instant, with a tremendous shattering sound, the feed went black.

But more than a dozen other cameras immediately extended from different angles, and the livestream image returned. Qin Xian could be seen holding the steel bar in one hand, glancing sideways at the camera.

[Holy crap, that’s hot.]

[He’s so hot, I really want to break him, hehe.]

[Streamer, streamer, hurry up and play with him! I want to see his clothes dyed red with blood!]

Aunt Zou immediately laughed. “All right, all right. Then let’s start the livestream PK right away! Everyone, please vote for me! Every round I win, I’ll do exactly what you all want…”

She let out a sinister laugh, and the livestream chat instantly exploded.

At the same time, with a cheering background sound effect, every electronic screen split into two halves. One half showed Aunt Zou, while the other showed Qin Xian and Huang Quxie.

Under the screen showing Qin Xian and Huang Quxie were the words “Votes: 0,” while Aunt Zou’s side showed “Votes: 1598,” and the number was still rising.

Above the two screens was a five-minute countdown.

Huang Quxie looked completely bewildered. “What the hell is this?! What’s going on?”

Qin Xian lowered his voice and explained, “An uncanny being that has formed a Domain like this will have rules that belong to its own Domain. Once it realized it couldn’t beat us through brute force alone, it started using the Domain’s rules. You can think of it as her starting a game. The rules are in her favor. If we lose the game, the rules will severely suppress us, or even kill us outright.”

“What kind of garbage game is this? So right now, if we lose to her in this livestream PK, we’re in serious trouble?!”

“Yes.”

“That’s way too unfair, isn’t it?! The whole livestream is full of her fans. How are we supposed to win?!”

Qin Xian pointed at the uncanny thing. “You’re trying to talk fairness with that?”

Huang Quxie fell silent. That was true, but watching the other side’s vote count keep climbing still made him anxious!

Was he supposed to start racking his brains for ways to interact with the viewers and gain fans now?

On the other side, Qin Xian had already taken action. He yanked down one of the cameras flying in the air and smashed it onto the ground, then stepped directly on it.

But he had chosen the angle of his foot perfectly. He did not block the entire view. The remaining half of the frame looked up at him from below, just in time to capture the wicked curve of his lips.

The comments paused for a moment, then began pouring out like mad.

[Shit shit shit, I’m starting to understand why some people are into BDSM.]

[Step on me! Master, step on me!]

[Oh my god, his handsomeness just hit me in the face. Isn’t this angle supposed to be a death angle?!]

[Master, I’m your dog!]

[Oh my god, how many masochists did this drag out? Are you people insane?]

Qin Xian stepped on the camera and ordered with a smile, “Vote for me.”
Just those four words?

Huang Quxie was full of question marks, but what baffled him even more was that their votes were rising fast, breaking four digits in no time. The growth was even faster than Aunt Zou’s next to them.

But Aunt Zou wasn’t panicking. After all, her vote count had already reached sixty thousand. There was no way they could close that gap in a short time.

Besides, she still had other tricks up her sleeve. This livestream was under her control.

Aunt Zou smiled, and the image in the livestream changed. The low, upward angle of the camera being trampled disappeared, and the speed of their vote growth slowed at once.

Qin Xian let out a cold snort, crushed the camera completely underfoot, then walked behind Huang Quxie and patted him on the shoulder. “You’re up.”

Me? Up for what?! I have a fear of cameras, okay?!

Huang Quxie looked utterly lost, but several cameras immediately flew over and aimed straight at him.

Sweat broke out on Huang Quxie’s back. In his panic, an idea finally popped into his head.

With a loud roar, he bent his arms inward and flexed, spread his feet to steady his stance, and his muscles suddenly bulged all over his body, stretching his thin shirt into blocky panels.

“Hah!”

The sound of tearing fabric rang out together with his shout. Huang Quxie successfully ripped his own undershirt apart by flexing. His exaggerated muscle lines looked terrifying, and raw macho energy rolled off him in waves.

[? 66666]

[Holy crap! First time I’ve seen a shirt burst for real]

[Sorry, not my type]

Huang Quxie raised his arm in satisfaction to show off his muscles and said confidently, “How’s that?”

He looked up and saw that their votes had only gone up by a little over a hundred.

His expression collapsed at once.

Why weren’t more people into his type?! Look at all this hormonal muscle!?

Seeing this, Aunt Zou burst out laughing. “It’s useless. Our viewers all love blood, you know! If you chop off your hand, maybe they’ll vote for you more.”

The malice in the bullet comments surged up instantly.

[Hehehehe, true]

[Slice off his muscles and pan-fry them in butter. Bet they’d be chewy and delicious]

[Come on, macho man, we want blood. Blood, blood!]

Aunt Zou started laughing arrogantly too, the cable tentacles that had been severed down to short stubs flailing wildly, looking almost comical.

The next second, a black shadow shot over at a speed almost impossible for the naked eye to catch.

Aunt Zou’s laughter stopped abruptly. A thin iron rod had pierced into her right eye, and dark red blood dripped continuously down the metal.

The bullet comments began flooding the screen in huge waves.

[Holy crap, awesome]

[Aunt Zou’s no good, she’s fumbling hard]

[Can a human actually do that? Hit the right eye perfectly from that far away?]

[Voted for you, handsome. Starting today, I’m your fan]

Qin Xian and Huang Quxie’s votes also surged, faster than before.

“You! What did you do?!” Aunt Zou roared in fury, raising a hand to grab the iron rod and wrench it out.

A hole was left in the right side of her face. Through it, brain tissue and countless lines flashing with electric light could be seen.

But the wound didn’t seem fatal to her at all.

Qin Xian gave a regretful look, patted the dust off his clean hands, and slipped them into his pockets.

“What are you so smug about?!” Aunt Zou roared. A mechanical arm like a spider leg suddenly extended out, its razor-sharp tip shooting straight at Qin Xian’s face.

Qin Xian leaped aside to dodge. The mechanical arm chased after him with eerie agility, its front end turning into a blade that slashed horizontally.

Qin Xian landed, picked up the threaded steel rod he had brought earlier, and held it across his body to block.

Clang! An ear-piercing collision rang out. The mechanical arm’s attack was blocked, but the tremendous force still shoved Qin Xian sideways toward the wall.

The soles of his shoes almost scraped sparks off the floor. Just as he was about to slam into the wall, Qin Xian drew his feet together and ducked down, successfully avoiding the impact.

A huge countdown sounded. Qin Xian looked up at the screen. The five-minute countdown in the livestream had reached the final three seconds.

Three, two, one… The first round of PK was over. Winner: Aunt Zou!

Aunt Zou burst into loud laughter. The wound on the right side of her face visibly recovered a little, and several new cables grew from the severed ends.

Qin Xian, meanwhile, suddenly felt the gravity around him increase. His movements became much slower and more labored, and the steel rod in his hand nearly slipped to the ground.

He switched to holding the rod with both hands, frowned slightly, and lifted it onto his shoulder.

Aunt Zou laughed. “Hahahaha! How does it feel? Pretty awful, right? The second round of PK is about to begin. If you can’t win, you’re dead!”

The livestream countdown reset to five minutes, and the two halves of the screen displayed the enormous gap between their vote counts.

15,967 to 58,693.

Qin Xian’s votes had already increased a lot, but Aunt Zou still had more than three times as many.

Qin Xian let out a cold laugh and said to the camera, “How about we play a PK game? I tear off one of her tentacles, and you give me one round of votes. If I can dismantle all of them, how about I livestream myself performing a craniotomy on her?”