Unspeakable bubbles

Petty explained with a laugh, "You dip a large iron ring in soapy water, then slowly wave it around, using the wind to turn the soap film into a large soap bubble."

Upon hearing this, the little girl became extremely interested in the process of making soap bubbles.

She exclaimed eagerly, "Bubble wants to go see!"

"go Go."

Fogra smiled and waved his hand: "I'll reserve the VIP seats for you."

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The Grant family's Colosseum was oval-shaped, with the performance area in the center and surrounding it with tiers of stands.

The bottom front row is the VIP area, and the higher you go, the cheaper the ticket price becomes.

The VIP area was supposed to be packed on the first day of the grand opening, but with a single word from Fogra, all VIP tickets were taken off the market.

With the Marquis of Yog graced us with his presence today, Phoglar no longer cared about the money.

"The VIP area has been booked out?"

One by one, audience members walked in, and they soon realized something was wrong.

"Hey, who's that little girl? The Marquis is actually keeping her company!"

"The girl next to the little girl looks familiar. Could she be the eldest daughter of the Grant family?"

"Ah, yes, yes, it's Miss Grant! She used to come to the Colosseum all the time to watch the shows, but I haven't seen her in the last few years."

"I heard she went away to study."

"Oh, so you're back now!"

As more and more spectators entered, the entire Colosseum became noisy.

"Bubble, isn't this too noisy?"

"..."

The little girl didn't react much; she just stared at the bubble ring in her hand.

Seeing that Petty was about to ask more questions, Fogra immediately stopped her.

"The Marquis is very interested in the little trinket in her hand, so don't disturb her."

"Hey, but the show is about to start."

Petty was getting anxious: "It would be such a shame to miss it."

Fogra chuckled and said nonchalantly, "What you find exciting, the Marquis may not find exciting. In her opinion, all the following programs might not be as good as a plastic bottle of soapy water and a bubble wrap."

"No way..." Petty looked incredulous.

However, as the show progressed, Patty had to admit that her dad was right.

The fighter who broke the bull's horn with his bare hands drew wild cheers from the audience, but the little girl didn't even glance at him. She was completely enjoying herself, blowing one tiny soap bubble after another with a bubble ring.

"..."

'They really don't care about the game at all!'

After observing the little girl for a while, Petty shook his head and focused all his attention on the game.

"it is good!"

"Knock out its front tooth, that's powerful!"

Wow! He actually strangled a tiger to death with his bare hands!

"Is it one against three this time?"

As Petty watched, she gradually realized something was wrong.

"Dad, this guy is too strong! We're betting on him to win!"

"On the first day of opening, there were only regular matches, and spectators could not place bets."

Fugra frowned: "This fighter is new. My original plan was for him to leave the ring after his bullfight."

"what?"

"The show he's doing now isn't in my script."

Flagg said expressionlessly, "Interesting. I was wrong before; I didn't realize he was actually a Grandmaster."

Should we interrupt?

No, let him do as he pleases.

"I want to see what kind of surprise he has in store for me."

Chapter 617, Section 618: The Beast King

The troll, which was over four meters tall, crashed to the ground, its neck bent unnaturally. It was yet another 'beast' whose neck had been snapped by a warrior!

A unified cheer erupted in the arena, and the audience was in a frenzy!

"iron hand!"

"iron hand!"

"iron hand!"

Regardless of what titles the fighter had before, after snapping the necks of more than ten beasts, he now has only one title: Iron Fist!

Fergra's face was ashen. The troll that had just fallen was his trump card, which he had painstakingly found and intended to make its debut as the 'Beast King' in the future.

Who would have thought that this ace, before even recouping the money he invested, would become someone else's stepping stone.

"Dad, the troll just fell down like that?" Patty was incredulous.

As far as she knew, this creature was incredibly resilient; a broken neck was just a minor injury to it!

“Take a closer look at the fallen troll,” Fergra said calmly.

"..."

"It seems to be slowly shrivelping up?" Petty said uncertainly.

"Before its neck was snapped, the troll's life force was completely devoured by that 'iron fist'."

"That's why he got stronger and stronger with each battle, without the slightest sign of fatigue."

"Hmph, what an evil technique."

Because of Bubble's presence, Fogra didn't want to ruin his "aristocratic" image. On the surface, he was still chatting and laughing with Petty, but in his heart, he had already cursed the "Iron Fist's" ancestors for eight generations.

"Damn it, you hit me so hard! Just wait till I get my hands on you!"

"Dad, this guy is just here to cause trouble. Aren't you going to go up and teach him a lesson?" Patty said unhappily.

"You're being petty. Even if they're here to cause trouble, as long as the audience enjoys the show, that's all that matters."

"We are nobles, we should be broad-minded. It would be a waste of our manners to argue with such a fellow," said Fugra nonchalantly.

"what?"

Petty's eyes widened as she stared strangely at the nonchalant Fergra: "You, you wouldn't happen to be an imposter..., would you?"

"You brat, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Fogra patted Petty on the shoulder, and the latter immediately winced in pain.

"Watch the show carefully, haha, he even beat the troll to a pulp, but it seems like he still wants to continue."

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"Everyone"

The 'iron fist' wasn't loud, but it drowned out the cheers of the entire audience.

"Now, I will challenge the most ferocious and brutal 'Beast King' in the arena."

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"Iron fist, iron fist!"

"Twist its neck!"

"Hurry up and show yourself! Where is the Beast King?"

Phograh also felt curious. Wasn't the strongest in the arena that troll?

If it falls, how can the 'Beast King' make its appearance?

"..."

"......"

“Dad, he looks like he’s looking at you,” Patty said weakly.

At this point, the audience, having waited a long time for the Beastmaster to appear, began to grumble loudly.

"Hurry up!"

"Why hasn't it started yet?"

How much longer do we have to wait?!

Iron Fist smiled at Flagg in the VIP section and said, "Marquis Grant, aren't you going to come on stage?"

"Huh, the Marquis is personally competing against 'Iron Fist'?"

"This ticket is a great deal!"

"It's totally worth it!"

The vast majority of the audience thought this was a special program prepared by Fogra, and they immediately joined in the commotion.

However, some people felt a jolt of unease.

'Something's not right. Marquis Grant hasn't fought anyone in ages.'

'No, if the Marquis really does perform, the ticket prices will be at least three times what they are now!'