Volume One, Chapter 35: Eight Consecutive Victories

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The number of viewers in the livestream had already reached one hundred.

“Damn! Four straight wins in three minutes. That’s incredible!”

“Is this guy really a first-rank martial artist? Could there be some behind-the-scenes arrangement?”

“Upstairs, the dueling arena tests every martial artist’s cultivation level each day. Something like that wouldn’t happen.”

“Still, that mask of his looks terrifying!”

Just as the livestream chat was buzzing with excitement, a comment suddenly caught everyone’s attention.

“Ghost Face won again—and defeated his opponent with a single move!”

“That’s amazing! I’m becoming a Ghost Face fan.”

By then, Arena Thirty-Eight had already attracted quite a few people’s attention.

Some had been dragged there by their friends and still wore expressions of doubt...

Through exchanging the remaining cultivation techniques and combat skills, along with his alchemy mastery and various pill formulas, Yao Chen had obtained a little over ten million spacetime coins in total.

He could also tell that quite a few of these people possessed unusual abilities—at least by ordinary human standards.

“Of course. If you don’t mind, I’d be happy to take a look.” Zhang Mo wore a humble, ingratiating smile.

Her exquisite, delicate features were concealed by sunglasses, while a pair of bright eyes hid behind the lenses. Her petal-like, cherry-pink lips were coated in vivid lipstick.

“Bomb.” Lu Jingshan leaned over and glanced at the phone screen. She even offered Chen Hao some advice. As a result, Chen Hao followed her suggestion and lost a hand at enormous odds. The two exchanged a helpless, bitter smile, leaving Wu Gang, who had just come in, utterly confused. He asked what had happened twice in succession.

Zhou Ling voiced her doubts. Even if Big Flower had found a seemingly reasonable excuse for coming here, why had she kept her distance if she truly had nothing to hide?

Regarding the specific terms of the temporary contract, Lolita drafted several versions. Qiao Mu could choose and revise the details, rather than being faced with the cold, blunt wording of a permanent contract: “Eternal servitude to the tavern.”

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“All right, all right, all right!” Xiao Nanlin did not keep her in suspense. He knew that whenever he tried to toy with Ning Jin, he was always the one who suffered in the end.

The next day, Lin Baiyu left the mountain village with Lin Zhaodi. She did not take Lin Zhaodi back to her own residence, but instead rented the room where she had lived when she had first arrived in the provincial capital.

As Shentian Xing passed the security guards, he deliberately used his spiritual sense to examine their condition. To his surprise, both guards had traces of black energy between their brows.

“Don’t rush, don’t rush. Take your time and tell me.” I patted Pingduo’s back to comfort her. Inwardly, however, I wondered whether Sima Tantian, that ghost-ridden fool, had failed to find our Remia yesterday and, lovesick and heartbroken, had gone off to kill himself today.

I had told them to concentrate on competing and earning points, so why had they come here? When I called out, I instinctively glanced toward Ice Wind Chime and discovered that he had also raised his head and was looking in my direction.

Yet at that moment, an old man from the Spiritfolk suddenly walked over. His rambling words left everyone utterly bewildered. It was also because of those senseless words from the Spiritfolk elder that Huang Yu underwent a strange transformation.

Jun Jie’s heart churned like a raging tide. He clutched Fool Dart’s hand tightly and was unwilling to let go for a long, long time.

Now she truly wanted to leave, but leaving was no longer worth it. Her head had grown heavy, and her body alternated between chills and fever—she was already ill.

Seeing that Shentian Xing agreed, Connor let out a quiet sigh of relief. He gave Shentian Xing a faint smile, then walked over to Zhang Detian and began taking his pulse.

He immediately called home to ask his wife whether Jiaxi had returned the previous night. Madam Yan went to Jiaxi’s room to check, but there was no sign that she had come back. She told Su’s father the truth. Realizing that the situation was serious, he had no heart to go to work. He ordered the driver to turn around and head home.

“Just tell me plainly. What should I do?” Compared with rambling tactical analysis, I preferred getting straight to the point.

“Did Doctor Lin come with me just now? Why did you call me back?” Xu Tian said as he walked through the door.

In fact, if Allen had not happened to come across a record of it in an ancient book nearly one hundred thousand years old, he probably would never have learned of its existence.

“What? You’re actually going into No-Man’s Town to carry out a mission?” Seeing the direction her younger sister was continuing toward, Tornado stepped directly in front of them.

Events proved that Qin Jun’s statement had been correct. The outside world had indeed gone mad. A day later, the Mortal Marketplace’s sales officially reached three billion, and only then did the carnival truly begin to draw to a close. The media frenzy, however, had just begun.

Ye Yufan had estimated one quarter himself. By the time he reached that point, the general structure of the cultivation technique had become clear, while the finer details remained out of sight, making it the perfect balance.

Amid Kobe’s inner struggle, Iverson finally arrived, personally brought there by Old Buss.

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These three men practically represented the sentiments of all the fans and sports media. They believed that although the Wizards had played far beyond expectations and managed to trade blows with the defending champions without looking inferior on the court, the gap in raw strength remained obvious.

Yan Xu had prepared for so long that he naturally would not simply follow the crowd and train cannon-fodder spearmen. Spearmen had many advantages, such as their superb cost-effectiveness. With a sufficient number of such inexpensive troops, they could even threaten the noble cavalry among the various military branches—an indication of just how valuable they were.

Yet this barrier was nothing like the boundary established by the Sages. To Guan Mingyu, it could be destroyed with little more than a flick of the finger.

But without help from others, refining the core of the origin while surrounded by the native creatures was impossible. Allen did not trust the members of the Plantfolk either, so after learning the truth about the Lost Garden, the four of them left without a moment’s hesitation.

The two of them began playfully tussling upstairs, forgetting their troubles, casting everything aside, and savoring the sweetness of love.

His hand moved unconsciously toward that pure, smiling face, but halfway there, someone seized his wrist. When he looked up, he met a pair of eyes that seemed both amused and not amused.

Without any capital, even survival became difficult. Thus, they returned to being bandits, but by a twist of fate, they failed time and again.

Dressed entirely in black, he had a broad, imposing physique. Intricate patterns embroidered in gold thread adorned his collar, lending him an air of nobility and mystery. A mane of silver hair streamed wildly behind him, unbound and untied, exuding a careless freedom touched with untamed savagery.

She looked at him, genuinely at a loss for words. After thinking it over, she decided that she could not keep him there, lest he cause trouble.

He had only just thought this when a heavy thud struck his back. A massive bone club landed solidly, staggering him forward. Only then did he realize that after fighting more than twenty skeleton warriors in succession, he was soaked as if he had just been dragged from the water, and more than half his spiritual power had already been depleted.

“This fellow committed countless evil deeds in life. He got exactly what he deserved. Why pity him?” Lei Wei’s face was filled with disdain.

The conversation that followed consisted mainly of Mei Wan speaking without pause, while Zhao Su occasionally offered a reply or two.

“The clan chief’s strict discipline is truly admirable, and Wan Peng cannot help but respect it. However, this junior feels that the punishment may be somewhat excessive. After all, they did it for the sake of this tribe, did they not?” Wan Peng did not know why his heart had suddenly softened again. Perhaps the clan chief’s punishment violated the usual custom of not punishing an entire group for the deeds of a few.

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