1714 Are You Sick of Living?

"Oh, oh. It says here that we can use spiritual weapons. We can also do battle as a team."

"Qiaoqiao, what should we do? We can't use our divine beasts!" Qi Xuanxuan turned and looked despondently at Qiao Mu.

Qiao Mu was the one who was despondent!

She felt like these lines of fine print were targeting her.

She couldn't use sacred beasts, talismans, poison, concealed weapons, nor divine weapons!

Ha ha, if it wasn't targeting her, how could it prohibit her from using this and that?

This darling was angered to death!

Just as the little fatty asked, then what could they use?

Could they really only rely on their big heads to fight?

"Uh, this brother, how do we enter the underground battle arena?"

The waiter turned back and gave them a toothy grin. "You just have to pay enough spirit currency here to register for an underground battle arena visitor card. Then you can enter."

"How much money?" Qi Xuanxuan and the little fatty asked in unison.

"One hundred spirit currency a person!"

"What??" Qi Xuanxuan, the little fatty, Ma Ta, Hua Tao, and them were all shocked. They glared at the waiter as if they wished for nothing more than to devour him.

This lad had the appetite of a lion!

It couldn't be that the wealth Duanmu Qing revealed earlier made this lad have wicked ideas?

Their suspicions truly were not unfounded.

This waiter who had brought them the noodles really did get greedy because of the wealth Duanmu Qing had revealed.

Since Young Master Duanmu was rich, he wouldn't care about this bit of entry fee.

Qiao Mu eyed the waiter coldly.

"Are you sick of living."

Everyone: "…"

"Isn't that freakin' so! Do you think that your life is too long? Ah? How dare you cheat this great aunt??" Qi Xuanxuan kicked one of the benches, which promptly burst into splinters.

The waiter was alarmed, but he still smiled calmly at Qi Xuanxuan. "Guests, this humble one did not lie. The visitor card to the underground battle arena indeed costs one hundred spirit currency a person! If you cannot pay up, you will not be able to enter."

Qiao Mu scoffed. She had already drifted to the waiter in a blink of an eye.

She reached out and latched onto that waiter's neck with her icy fingers. As she squeezed it lightly, the faint cracking sounds made it seem like she could break the waiter's neck at any moment.

The waiter's expression changed drastically, and he gaped with a flushed face. However, he still threatened stubbornly, "M-Miss, y-you should think it over. This is Qianluo Underground Battle Arena, the largest in Wengka City."

"There is no merit for you, a little girl, to offend our Qianluo Battle Arena's owner."

"Oh?" Qiao Mu swept him an indifferent glance. "You, a waiter, has that much clout? That owner of your underground battle arena will get angry on your account?"

These words made the waiter's face turn red. He of course understood that he did not have that much clout, but what was important was to intimidate this little girl into letting him go.

But how was Qiao Mu someone he could intimidate?

"How much is the entry free?"

"T-Ten spirit currency?"

"How much??" Qiao Mu demanded coldly as she tightened her grip. This really did frighten the waiter to death. "I-It doesn't cost anything, doesn't cost anything!"

Qiao Mu shoved him backwards and stretched out her hand. "Hand them over."