Black Wukong: I'm the Great Sage in Another World

Chapter 223 Swordsman Prada

Swordsman Prada is a very famous character. He roams the Golden Sands with a longsword and works as a bounty hunter. Over the years, he has killed many powerful bandits.

Because he was "accidentally" seen fighting in the city on several occasions, he was seen by ordinary people as an extremely powerful fighter.

As for whether he is a contestant whose fame exceeds his ability... Prada believes not.

It has been half a year since Prada last appeared in the public eye. Logically speaking, someone like him would never do such a thing. If he did, there must be another reason.

The reason for this is the war of gods.

Prada is a attention-seeker; literally, he revels in being the center of attention. This is why he has repeatedly gone to great lengths to lure his enemies into busy urban areas, just to enjoy the admiring and praising gazes of the crowd.

The God Wars are naturally the fastest and most lucrative shortcut to gaining this kind of attention, and Prada certainly wouldn't let it pass him by. He also knew that the God Wars were not simple, so in order to gain a stronger position, Prada immediately trained hard for several months. In a sense, he was quite hardworking.

After months of hard training, he was confident that he would shine on this stage and attract countless eyes. Therefore, when it was his turn to go on stage, the smile on his lips never stopped.

"Prada!!"

"Prada!!!"

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Prada stepped onto the competition stage. Feeling the deafening roar of cheers around him, Prada's lips immediately curled into a wide smile. This was the effect he wanted; this was the look of being the center of attention.

He couldn't even imagine what it would feel like if he made it into the main tournament, stood on the arena in the Sand City, and defeated his opponent under the watchful eyes of the king and the people.

That's fantastic!

Just as he was still immersed in joy, a figure slowly walked out of the entrance opposite.

Boom!

A dull thud echoed as a massive silhouette emerged from the dark entrance.

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With such a huge commotion, Prada could not possibly miss it. The moment the dull sound came out, he turned his gaze and stared intently at the dark entrance.

huge......

This was people's first impression of him, because this guy was really too big. He was nearly three meters tall, with a broad back and a thick waist, which was not even enough to describe him. For example, his limbs looked like elephant legs at first glance.

He was like a terrifying beast; every time he lifted his leg or swung his arm, he created gusts of wind. This monstrous guy attracted everyone's attention the moment he appeared.

"Holy crap, what's wrong with that guy...?"

"It can't be real, right? Who would look like that?"

"Have you forgotten? They are all superhumans. It's not surprising that superhumans look like anything."

"But this guy is so big! He's like a ferocious beast. Won't he tear his opponents to shreds when he's on the field?"

After the giant appeared, the surrounding area was filled with praise and amazement; clearly, this guy had given everyone present a great shock.

So big...

Prada's first thought was the same as everyone else's: they were all amazed by the size of this thing. But the next second, his expression quickly turned gloomy.

Because this guy attracted almost everyone's attention as soon as he appeared, no one paid attention to him anymore. The cheers from before disappeared, and instead, everyone praised him.

This was unacceptable to Prada; he couldn't stand having his attention stolen, so he began to curse the guy in his heart.

Hmph! So what if it's a bit big? What good is being big? Someone as small as me is just as cute. Wait, what am I saying?

In short, Prada was not afraid of his opponent's huge size. He had seen many opponents taller than him, all of whom were muscle monsters, but what use was that? In the end, they were all defeated by him.

In Prada's mind, those huge guys were all simple-minded and physically strong, and he could easily defeat them with just a little effort.

As Prada pondered, he gripped the hilt of the sword hanging at his waist. When he met the giant's somewhat stunned gaze, he became even more convinced of his own thoughts.

After both sides entered, the host began to read out their names.

"Alright, everyone, next up is a new match..."

"It's also a one-on-one match, and our blue team's contestant is the renowned swordsman, Mr. Prada!"

"It is said that his swordsmanship is superb, and many villains have died by his sword. His battles in the preliminary rounds are also very entertaining. Although he has no record of participating in the God War in the past, I believe he will definitely achieve outstanding results."

"How can we not cheer for such a powerful player?"

As the host narrated, a deafening roar erupted from the audience, clearly indicating their high anticipation for the match.

Feeling the cheers around him, Prada couldn't help but reveal a smug and arrogant expression, and at the same time he looked at his opponent.

What, are you intimidated by my reputation?

This is me, Prada the Swordsman!

Prada had assumed the other party would be intimidated by his reputation.

But Prada's expression darkened upon seeing the man opposite him, because he wasn't listening to the host at all. He was scratching his head blankly and looking around as if searching for something.

Damn it, how dare you look down on me like that!

Prada trembled with rage. This action by the other party was undoubtedly a disregard for him, so impolite that Prada wished he could kill him on the spot.

However, the rules of the competition do not allow it, because fighting is not allowed before the host has finished reading the announcement.

"And our Red team is named... Sha... Erlang! I'm sorry, this name is really too rare."

"You may not recognize this person, because he has not appeared in our previous competitions. That's right, he is also a rookie, just like Mr. Prada."

"But don't underestimate him because of this. Look at his size, how...huge...! How could someone with such a physique be weak?"

"And I'll let you in on a little secret: Mr. Sajiro's performance in the preliminary rounds was absolutely outstanding!"

"Alright, without further ado, let's enjoy this exciting match together!"

"The match begins!!!"