Chapter 37: Not That Impressive...
"Brother Wen, be careful. Don't underestimate the enemy." Bao Long spoke coldly, then sat on a nearby pool table and pulled out a cigar to light it.
Before the words had even faded, over a dozen girls attacked simultaneously. More than ten distinct waves of light surged toward Nangong Zhiwen.
Nangong Zhiwen's pupils constricted sharply. "God-Contractors?!"
Before he could finish, although a few of the light waves missed, seven or eight struck him squarely. Nangong Zhiwen was forced back repeatedly, his clothes shredded instantly, and his skin lacerated. From the nature of the wounds, there were traces of ice-type spells, fire-type burns, and pure physical impacts.
Clearly, each of these girls possessed different abilities granted by their Divine Spaces. What they had in common, however, was that none had ever contracted with a true deity, nor had they integrated any divine tags. While they were all technically God-Contractors, they were merely utilizing the instinctual attacks of the Divine Space—the weakest possible level of God-Contractors.
Yet, even the lowest-tier God-Contractor is a cut above a normal human. Their attacks were intangible; they didn't rely on brute force like ordinary people, and the energy within them was nearly inexhaustible.
Nangong Zhiwen dared not be careless. He assumed a fighting stance, watching the dozen or so young women with vigilance. A group of girls selling their bodies, all of whom were God-Contractors—this combination made it hard for Nangong Zhiwen to figure out what kind of scheme this was.
Although Dragon Kingdom’s history was fragmented and deities were scarce, God-Contractors had always been a top priority for the state. This was the same in every country. In this world, there was no such thing as a God-Contractor forced by circumstance into such a profession. To put it bluntly, once a person awakened a Divine Space and became a God-Contractor, they would never lack money, nor would they ever find themselves unable to survive.
Yet