Mo Yang watched as Harris’s bulging muscles flexed, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. However, faced with Harris’s expression of “I can finally turn the tables” on his face, Mo Yang merely made a subtle wrist movement. Just as he had said to Song Kefeng and Zhou Api earlier, it seemed like everyone perceived him as a complete novice who couldn’t fight.
He couldn’t understand why everyone automatically assumed he was weak, even if he left aside the fact that he had been training intensively with Long Xiang for the past two months, and with additional training from Wan Mei at night. Even without special training, he wasn’t a pushover. Why did everyone think he was so weak?
“So, it must be my handsome appearance and extraordinary charm that conceal my strength,” Mo Yang muttered softly. The moment the bell signaling the start of the brawl sounded, he had already vanished from his original position.
Harris, who had been prepared to pummel Mo Yang with his powerful fists, couldn’t even find his target before Mo Yang disappeared. While he was still trying to figure out what had happened, Mo Yang was already standing behind him. Mo Yang’s right hand clenched into a fist, and his middle knuckle protruded as he delivered a precise and powerful blow to the seventh vertebra, the large spinal joint, on Harris’s back.
Crack.
After a crisp sound, Harris’s howl echoed throughout Arena Two. When Harris, this big guy, couldn’t get up anymore, the others finally saw the person who had thrown that punch. Everyone wore expressions of disbelief.
Mo Yang shook his right hand and said to the dumbfounded crowd, “I’ll emphasize this one last time. Even though I look handsome and charming, I’m really not a pushover.”
Everyone: !!!
At that moment, screams that could have lifted the roof filled the area around Arena Two. Song Kefeng, standing on Arena Three, kicked one of his opponents out and had a look of excitement in his eyes. He decided that after this Bloody Monopoly game was over, he would definitely have to fight Mo Yang no matter what. Even if Mo Yang had been rejecting him in the dream world, he had become strong in reality.
The following time wasn’t long, perhaps just a moment for those on the platforms. Most of the participants on each platform were quickly eliminated. Because Mo Yang had taken down Harris, most of the participants in Arena Two chose to ignore him.
However, a few thought that Harris might have been overrated, and Mo Yang had just been lucky, so they came at him from different directions, attacking him together.
Mo Yang didn’t react the way they expected. When facing Mo Yang head-on, these people realized that his speed and agility were astonishing. He didn’t panic; he could always evade their attacks quickly and sometimes even anticipate them as if he knew where their attacks were coming from.
After evading, his counterattacks were equally impressive, just like when he had attacked Harris earlier. Each of his attacks seemed to hit the vulnerable spots of his opponents, often sending them tumbling with a single blow.
After easily defeating these few opponents, no one in Arena Two dared to trouble Mo Yang anymore. At this point, there were only nine people left on the platform. Among them, one person caught Mo Yang’s attention. He was a slender man who appeared to have little physical strength, but everyone regarded him with fear in their eyes. He stood in the corner of Arena Two, wearing a sinister smile as he licked the knife in his hand while observing everyone still standing on the platform.
Mo Yang muttered, “Tsk.” He finally understood why others perceived him as harmless. It must be because he looked too good, and his demeanor was too refined. Even with a lean body like his, this man licking the knife and wearing a creepy smile didn’t look like a good person at all.
The bell signaling the end of the fight on Arena Two rang out. Arena Three, Four, and One also quickly determined the ten victors of the preliminary rounds.
On Arena Three, Song Kefeng was naturally one of the winners, but there was another eye-catching participant. Harris, standing over two meters tall, was already huge, but the man on Arena Three was even taller and bulkier by a margin. He sat in the center of Arena Three like a small mountain, with a cold and indifferent expression.
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Apart from them, Fei Ying on Arena Four and a curvaceous beauty on Arena One also drew attention. Although it was only the preliminary rounds of the fighting competition today, those with real skills easily shone.
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The green-haired woman furrowed her brow and said, “Harris was too careless when facing that man. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been knocked down like that. Fortunately, we now know that he’s not a pushover, so we can be better prepared next time. Harris only lost the battle, it’s not a game over.”
Emperor Qin, resting his chin on his thumb and index finger, watched Mo Yang and Song Kefeng on the fighting platform with a hint of coldness in his eyes. Typically, when he saw someone with such potential, he would try to recruit them into his team using substantial benefits or temptations. However, when he saw them for the first time that morning, Emperor Qin felt that he couldn’t control them. They might even become stumbling blocks on his path to ultimate power.
Perhaps the thinking of these four people was strange, but at least their abilities were not lacking. Especially these two who dared to step onto the fighting platform; they didn’t seem obedient at all.
“In the future, whenever we have conflicts with them, give it your all and don’t hold back,” Emperor Qin spoke.
The green-haired woman was surprised by Emperor Qin’s high regard for Mo Yang and Song Kefeng. Little Hou, on the other hand, asked while patting his basketball, “So, it’s okay to beat them to a pulp, leaving them with psychological trauma?”
Emperor Qin nodded as he watched Mo Yang jump off the platform with a triumphant smile, followed by Wan Mei. “Yes, causing psychological trauma is also acceptable.”
If they couldn’t be used to him, then he would discard them all. Sooner or later, he would possess the power to unify the entire world, leading ahead of everyone else. Even if the power he harnessed was malevolent, what did it matter? To gain power, sacrifices had to be made. He was confident in his ability to control 001, he would be the ultimate ruler.
The fact that 001 sought him out already indicated that he was the most powerful human on this planet.
The fighting competition wasn’t the main focus.
“Start looking for the scepter now. 001 said the scepter must be in this large hotel but not in the guest rooms, and it doesn’t have a distinctive appearance but possesses a captivating power. Think about something that looks ordinary but can be alluring, and you’ll find it. Let’s not waste time in this game; finding the scepter will allow us to leave.”
The green-haired woman and Little Hou nodded in agreement. By now, Fei Ying had returned, carrying Harris. Harris’s injuries had been treated with the advanced medical device of this world, and he had recovered, but he still felt a dull pain in his back. The sensation of his spine breaking had been too terrifying, he had hardly been prepared.
“Harris, I hope you won’t be so careless next time,” Emperor Qin said.
Harris’s face looked very grim as he glared fiercely in Mo Yang’s direction. He gritted his teeth and said, “Your Majesty, rest assured, I will definitely crush his head next time!”
Mo Yang had thoroughly defeated Harris, and Song Kefeng and Zhou Api now understood that this man was no pushover. Song Kefeng even saw traces of Wan Mei’s influence in Mo Yang’s fighting style.
When he had fought against Wan Mei before, he had seemingly predicted all of his attacks, making it seem like he was willingly walking into his punches. While Mo Yang didn’t possess Wan Mei’s calculating abilities, he seemed more skilled at reading his opponents’ psychology, allowing him to anticipate their reactions.
It was two different methods leading to the same result.
“So what do we do now? Go back?” Song Kefeng and Mo Yang had both won their first-round matches, earning each of them fifty thousand star coins, enough for a week of indulgence.
Mo Yang shook his head. “Let’s not go back just yet. Let’s stay here and search for anything that resembles the scepter. We didn’t find it in the restaurant, so the likelihood of it being in the arena is much higher. Other players are surely looking for it as well. Staying here to investigate might yield some discoveries.”
So Mo Yang, Song Kefeng, and Zhou Api set off to explore and find the scepter, while Wan Mei didn’t have the madness to dissect anyone in this world. He recharged his terminal with ten thousand star coins and started browsing the world’s information rapidly. Of course, most of the information was related to “scepter” searches.
At 11:30 pm, the underground arena began to see a significant decrease in the number of people. Mo Yang’s group, Emperor Qin’s group, and others who had received information or guessed certain key details and stayed behind to search for the scepter heard the announcer’s voice.
“Dear guests, all the matches for today at the Dark Star Arena have concluded. This venue will close promptly at midnight. Please make sure to gather your belongings and leave the arena in an orderly manner. We look forward to welcoming you again tomorrow night~”
The announcer’s voice was sweet, and her pace was just right. Upon hearing the announcement, everyone in the venue let out a sigh in their hearts. It seemed nearly impossible to find the scepter on the first day.
But there were still six days left, so they would try again tomorrow. Time was abundant, and they couldn’t believe they wouldn’t find the King’s scepter after digging three feet deep!
Afterward, the remaining people in the arena began to leave one by one. Mo Yang didn’t plan to stay until the end either. However, as he left the arena, he heard the announcer using three different languages to convey the message for everyone to exit. Zhou Api exclaimed in the elevator, “Ah, it’s not easy to be a host these days. You have to know four languages?”
Song Kefeng didn’t say anything and stared at the handrail of the elevator, looking like he wanted to touch it to see if it was the scepter.
Wan Mei, who had just absorbed a lot of information, responded, “No need. As long as they can speak fluently without making mistakes and convey emotions, that’s enough. Their microphones themselves have the basic functions of instant translation and voice modulation. So as long as they can speak well and avoid saying anything wrong, having an electronic microphone is sufficient.”
Zhou Api exclaimed, “That’s impressive, huh? Wow, the technology in this world is really advanced! Microphones have so many functions! They can even automatically translate and modulate voices? Haha, I’ll use my Brainlight to search later and see if there are any more amazing functions for microphones.”
Zhou Api’s conversation with Wan Mei made Mo Yang’s heart flutter with a sudden realization. He remembered that in the book “One Hundred Spectacular Speeches by the Federal Presidents,” each president’s speech was accompanied by a clear and colorful photograph. Among the one hundred photographs of presidential speeches, each president was wearing a portable microphone.
And in the “Catalog of Treasures in the Black Obsidian Star Grand Hotel,” there were even detailed introductions to the microphones used by three federal presidents.
As the elevator ascended to the thirty-ninth floor, the luxury suite level, accompanied by the ding of the bell, Mo Yang suddenly burst into laughter.
The other three people in the elevator turned to look at him, finding that Mo Yang, the rich young master, was laughing like a madman about to inherit the throne.
Song Kefeng: “…” What’s wrong with this Black Dog again?
Zhou Api: “???” Why did he suddenly laugh like this? Did he say something very funny just now?
Wan Mei raised an eyebrow, so, this guy’s imagination has run wild, and it happens to align with the game’s design?
Mo Yang stepped out of the elevator, turned around, and grinned, “I think I might have figured out what the King’s scepter is.”
Zhou Api, Song Kefeng: !!!
Emperor Qin’s group of Five, who had just stepped out of the elevator: They seemed to have heard something extraordinary just now.
Mo Yang’s group: …
The group of Five: …
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward.
Mo Yang turned to look at Emperor Qin’s group, “… I didn’t say anything just now. Do you believe me?”
Emperor Qin Five: Heh heh.
Mo Yang’s mouth twitched, “Alright, I said it. But I won’t tell you! Catch me if you can!”
Mo Yang, the handsome guy, finished speaking and turned to run.
Emperor Qin coldly exclaimed, “Chase after him!”
Author’s Note –
Laugh, some clever readers already guessed the scepter yesterday. Haha, our minds are synchronized. This scepter will be very interesting. Muah muah.
I love Mo Yang, a sassy mc is always my favorite. Hahaha, does Emperor Qin’s group really think Mo Yang beat Harris with luck? Rude awakening incoming~
He’s super smart!
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dog fight incoming ~
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