Cultivation: Starting from a Fighting Cock

Chapter 14 New Title

"My Black-necked Tyrant weighs eleven and a half pounds, Second Master, are you afraid?"

Young Master Xu held the fighting rooster high, showing everyone how majestic it was.

This fighting rooster is quite large, even among Silkie chickens; no wonder it's so good at fighting.

The people around were discussing it enthusiastically, and a few of them were quite tempted, deciding to bet everything on Young Master Xu's cockfighting.

Master Zhao chuckled sheepishly; to be honest, he was genuinely a little scared.

The invincible general in his arms was undefeated, but Young Master Xu's Black-Necked Overlord's record was no less impressive. At least in terms of appearance, Young Master Xu's Black-Necked Overlord was stronger.

What Master Zhao was afraid of was that if his ever-victorious rooster lost, it would be difficult to buy such a powerful fighting rooster again in the future.

If he remembered correctly, this fighting rooster had achieved a record of 29 consecutive victories.

“Nephew, it’s not that I’m afraid of you, it’s that I don’t want us to fight to the death. After all, it’s not easy to raise a brave and fierce fighting rooster.”

"A lose-lose situation? Haha, you little chick, you dare to talk to me about a lose-lose situation?"

Young Master Xu burst into unrestrained laughter, "Can it even touch a single hair of the Black-necked Tyrant?"

Master Zhao's face gradually darkened, but the people around him kept urging him to fight, leaving him in an awkward position.

Ji Cheng sensed that Master Zhao was somewhat reluctant to retreat, so he immediately shouted twice and struggled to rush over and fight the black-necked tyrant.

His strength was so great that Master Zhao was startled and almost couldn't hold on as he broke free.

“Nephew, it seems my fighting rooster isn’t quite convinced by your Black-necked Overlord. In that case, your second master will gladly accept a fight!”

Zhao Erye's fighting spirit was ignited by Ji Cheng, and he rolled up his sleeves to challenge Xu Dashao to a fight.

Soon, the person in charge of the cockfighting arena came to preside over the cockfight between the two.

"Young Master Xu, black-necked chicken, eleven and a half catties!"

"Master Zhao, the golden rooster weighs nine catties and one tael!"

During this period, Ji Cheng gained some weight, reaching nine pounds, and completely shed his "weakling" reputation.

However, his weight still only qualifies him as lightweight, weighing a full two pounds and four ounces less than his opponent.

Such a weight difference makes the difference in strength between fighting cocks vast, with the black-necked rooster having at least a 90% chance of winning.

"The market is now open!"

"Bet on Young Master Xu to win, odds of 10 to 12!"

"Bet on Master Zhao to win, odds are 25 to 10!"

Sure enough, the opening odds from the cockfighting arena were released, and Young Master Xu's odds were outrageously low, meaning even the bookmakers thought that Young Master Xu's Black Neck King was almost a sure win.

Even so, about ten people still bet on Young Master Xu. Ten taels could earn two taels, which was like free money. Who wouldn't want that?

The odds on Master Zhao's side are high, 25 to 10, but no one dares to bet on them.

"I, Zhao Chongwu, bet on myself to win, ten taels!"

Master Zhao spent ten taels of silver, an act that seemed insane to most people.

Some people whispered that this was how Master Zhao lost all his wealth back then.

"Alright, I'll bet twenty taels, I bet my Black-Necked Tyrant will win!"

Young Master Xu was a man who cared a lot about his reputation and wanted to overwhelm his opponent with his imposing presence. In any case, he didn't think his Black-Necked Tyrant would lose to this inconspicuous golden rooster.

The notary collected the money from both parties and verified the bets of the spectators. Then the cockfight began.

In the cockfighting arena, which is about 1.5 meters square, two fighting roosters each occupy one side. As their owner releases them, the battle is about to begin.

The two fighting roosters quickly charged at each other, closing the distance between them.

With its long legs and neck, the Black-necked Tyrant had the advantage of being high up and attacking from below, and it pecked at Ji Cheng first.

Ji Cheng turned his head slightly to dodge, not in a hurry to retaliate, but to see what this black-necked tyrant was capable of.

The Black-necked Tyrant, its fighting spirit high, immediately raised a foot to grab Ji Cheng's neck. Ji Cheng had never seen such an attack before; perhaps only a long-legged black-necked chicken could launch such an attack.

Ji Cheng used a feigned retreat to advance, then suddenly rammed into his opponent. The Overlord, who only had one leg, lost his balance and was knocked to the ground.

"it is good!"

Master Zhao shouted excitedly, "Now Young Master Xu must be worried."

Ji Cheng pressed his advantage, leaping onto the Overlord and pinning it down, then attacking with his beak, but the attack was blocked by the Overlord's flapping wings.

Soon, the Tyrant struggled to its feet, its neck feathers standing on end, and its eyes seemed to burn with raging fury.

Young Master Xu and a group of gamblers kept cheering it on, urging it to quickly defeat this weak opponent.

The Black-necked Tyrant lunged at Ji Cheng, its claws and sharp beak being extremely deadly weapons.

Ji Cheng also leaped into the air at the same time, his height being a body length higher than his opponent's, and the two clashed in the instant of airborne combat.

Ji Cheng only lost a few hairs, while Black Neck Tyrant bled from multiple places, and even had a long bloodstain on its left leg, which was caused by Ji Cheng's claws digging into its leg bone.

Xu Dashao and his companions were instantly speechless. The aerial battle was decided in a single round.

The Black-necked Tyrant's injuries were definitely not minor. When it stood on the ground, its left leg trembled involuntarily, and it could barely stand.

Ji Cheng lunged at the Black-Necked Tyrant again, launching a fierce attack. The Black-Necked Tyrant had no choice but to lunge up and fight back as well.

However, it was too slow and lacked strength. It was pressed down by Ji Cheng just half a foot off the ground.

Ji Cheng's claws, like eagle claws, pierced through the feathers and dug deep into the flesh of the Black-necked Overlord.

At the same time, he pecked the Black-necked Tyrant on the head, piercing a hole in its skull.

This once mighty tyrant met his tragic end.

Their 18-game winning streak came to an abrupt end.

Young Master Xu was stunned for a long time, unable to believe that his invincible Black-necked Tyrant had turned into a cold corpse in the blink of an eye.

The gamblers wailed and lamented the money they had lost.

“Nephew, you’re still too young. When your second uncle started playing cockfighting, your father was still wearing open-crotch pants, hahaha!”

Master Zhao was in high spirits, feeling that he had never been so proud and triumphant in his life.

So fucking cool!
"Ugh! Useless! Useless! Useless!"

Enraged, Young Master Xu picked up the corpse of the Black-Necked Tyrant and slammed it to the ground, then stomped on it three times.

This scene made everyone a little scared, and they subconsciously moved away from him.

Master Zhao shook his head. "Tsk tsk, so you can't accept defeat?"
Ji Cheng silently glanced at the panel information.

【Titles: Wind-blown Chicken (0/30), One-Legged Rooster】

[Bloodline: Golden Rooster (65%)]

[Boundary: Bird of Prey (Medium)]

[Talent: Observation, Listening, Inquiry, and Palpation]

Good news, he has received a new title.

Bad news, this title is a bit abstract. Ji Cheng almost spat out his water. What the heck is the title "Wind-blown Chicken"?
【Dried Chicken (Small Stall)】

You are a wind-blown chicken; you have gained the ability to ride the wind and fly.

You have acquired the skill "Level 8 Gale". By flapping your wings, you can unleash a level 8 gale, powerful enough to send sand and stones flying, break tree branches, and render people unable to stand.

This title is a hundred times more abstract than the title "weakling".

Especially the words "small stall," which almost ripped Ji Cheng's brain out. So, I'm just a small stall chicken?

(End of this chapter)