Chapter 356: Brocking

Chapter 356: Brocking

Brock strolled through the Cathedral. From the dark and lonely place it had been three months ago, it remained dark, but now he had his bros. Like always, brohood permeated the hearts of people, and the good ones stood out.

It made him proud of his Big Thought.

Now, it was time for Brock to share his bros burdens. With solid steps, he approached the Kill Kill Ball and spoke to the Envoy in charge. Hey.

The Envoythe same red-skinned, frog-eyed, four-fingered fellow as beforecracked an eye open. Can I help you?

I want to enter the Kill Kill Ball and become disciple.

The Envoy hesitated. That is not how it works, he finally replied. Only disciples can enter the Globe.

Then, how do I become disciple?

You need an Envoys recommendation.

Are you not an Envoy?

The Envoy was conflicted. On one hand, he did want to foster good relations with Jack Rust. On the other, he wouldnt go as far as breaking the rules to let a monkey fumble around in the priceless Globe.

Why do you want to enter the Globe? he finally asked.

Prove my strength.

The very first opponent is an early C-Grade. While it is particularly weak, it is not an enemy you can defeat.

I believe I can.

Facing Brocks resolve, the Envoy actually felt a bit helpless. Before speaking, however, he took a deeper look at Brock; he hadnt done so already because he assumed Brock was only Jacks spiritual companion with limited battle power.

The moment he looked deeper, he was surprised. Brocks foundation was solid, and the Dao that rolled off his body was neat and disciplined. It wasnt at the level where it could threaten a C-Grade, but there was an undercurrent to it, a mysterious property that the Envoy couldnt identify. It felt like an utility Dao, yet not quite.

Could the monkey have some strength? the Envoy asked himself. He would have discarded this notion if it was anyone else, but this particular monkey was connected to Jack Rust. How normal could it be?

Taking a step back, even if the monkey failed to defeat the first opponent, it shouldn't lose too abruptly. The Globe would protect it from major injuries. Then, when Jack returned, the Envoy letting the monkey enter could be considered as doing a favor to Jack.

As for the rules Well, they never were a major issue.

Do you have Dao stones? he finally asked.

Brock shook his head.

Hmm. Well, one stone is not much. How about this: I will provide the Dao stone needed to start the Globe. If you can defeat even the first opponent, then I will use my authority to directly register you as an outer disciple. However, if you lose, then Jack Rust will have to reimburse me for my stone. What do you think?

Brock didnt need to consider it. Sure, he replied. He was not certain he could win, but he had good chances. Even if he lost, one Dao stone was not much to Big Bro.

Then, you may enter.

The Envoy took out a Dao stone and placed it in a groove of the control platforma wooden screen on a marble altar. With a rumbling sound, the door of the Globe slid upward, revealing a yawning void. Brock hefted his staff and walked in. The door slammed shut behind him, trapping him in darkness.

The eyes of the bros widened. They glanced at each other, then stared at the Globe. Their second big bro was fighting? Wasnt he at the peak D-Grade? What was the strange calling theyd all experienced?

And why were they feeling such intense excitement?

Without knowing it, their mouths opened to shout, Go Brock!

***

Inside the Globe, Brock couldnt hear them, but he sensed their support. The power he received intensified. He smashed out his staff, breaking through the magic bros elemental prison, then mentally told space, Come on, bro. Space parted to let him pass, and he teleported behind the mace bro, sticking the bro code in his face.

Be out-brod!

Bright golden light struck the mace bros head like the worlds strongest headlight. Its eyes were already closed, but this wasnt just a blinding attack; it contained Brocks will!

Brock was not just a Physical cultivator, but also a Will one!

The mace bros mind was filled with heavenly chimes and buff brorillas dressed in white. These bro angels were enjoying a heartfelt night of drinking under the stars. As they suddenly appeared in his mind, they looked at him as if he was the intruder. They commanded him, Stop. You are out-brod.

The mace bro tried to resist, but the righteous manliness of these brorillas was too much, and the mace bro itself was only a shadow of Dao. Its will was crushed. I am out-brod, it muttered, then willingly dispersed itself.

Brock laughed, charging at the one remaining dirty bro. It was a two-fruit wizard, but how could it stand against Brock by itself? The brorilla teleported left and right, dodging elemental attacks and space spikes as he steadily grew closer. When he reached within thirty feet, he could no longer teleport as the wizard had locked down space. Therefore, he charged, smashing through the space spikes the wizard sent his way and finally breaking the dirty bros head.

As the dirty bro dissipated, Brock was left panting. He wasnt too wounded, only sporting minor injuries, but his entire body was trembling from exhaustion. His muscles were close to ripping. While he could augment himself by borrowing power from his little bros, the strain on his body and Dao was far too heavy.

As three new dirty bros appeared, Brock shook his head and put his staff away. The radiance covering his body receded. He cupped his hands at the three new bros and said, Thanks, bros. He wasnt only referring to the present ones, but also the three hed defeated.

The three dirty bros bowed at him and disappeared, while the entrance of the Ball slowly rose open. Brock took some time to gather his breath, then strolled out under the watchful gazes of his many bros.

Big bro! they exclaimed. How was it!?

These low-rankers didnt know what to think. Theyd never seen Brock fight. Like the Envoy, they had assumed he was a background character with limited combat strengthbut now, he had stayed in the Globe for enough time to have broken through the first opponent.

If he had really achieved that while at the peak D-Grade, his talent was superior to most of theirs!

Sup, bros. Brock nodded at them, then asked the Envoy, How did I do?

The Envoy had an odd look on his face. He shook his head, finally saying, See for yourself.

The ranking obelisk in the distance rumbled. The names at the lower end split apart, a new one appearing in their midst.

Rank 966 Brock!

Brock nodded like this was only natural. All his bros, however, opened their eyes and mouths wide.

They could accept being thoroughly surpassed by Jack. But now, they had been soundly defeated by Jacks spiritual companion! Brock was only at the D-Gradeas soon as he reached the C-Grade, he would certainly achieve a ranking at the eight or seven hundreds, if not higher. Of the thirty bros, twenty-eight of them were below the ranking of eight hundred!

Osmu Sosmu shook. As one of the strongest bros, he was only ranked 793th. However, at the end of the day, he could only shake his head and lament his own weakness.

Its not just Jack, he muttered. These guysare both monsters!