My Players Are So Fierce

1054: 357.

We need to fight ten of them!_3

1054: 357.

We need to fight ten of them!_3

“Holy shit!

Awesome!”

The audience of young players shouted loudly, some even whistled, as Master Yang swiftly defeated two in less than three minutes, making them realize another formidable figure had arrived among their ranks.

How come this guy’s swordsmanship is even fiercer than Brother Cat’s!

Meanwhile, down below, Teacher Li frowned as he watched the silent and reserved Master Yang getting ready for the third match.

He too was preparing to go on stage, but grabbed Brother Cat’s arm and asked quietly,

“Did your elder here go through some trouble?”

“Huh?”

Brother Cat replied with a puzzled expression,

“How could you tell that?

Are you some kind of sage?”

“Those who practice martial arts carry a certain energy.

I’ve seen enough to recognize it.

Old Yang is obviously holding back some intense feelings.”

Old Lee murmured,

“Like a caged tiger ready to strike, his sword a while ago was clearly aimed at that Beilao’s chest, but it swerved at the last moment.

He’s got some pent-up anger, feels like it’s neither coming out nor settling down, and I estimate it might cause trouble…”

“Well, it’s hard to say,”

Brother Cat said with a sigh,

“And it’s not just anger, probably more like resentment.

My uncle has had some bad luck; he made a fortune but lost his wife years ago and later his son also got into trouble.

I brought him into the game hoping it would cheer him up.

But given what you just said, did I make a mistake?

Could this lead him to become overly obsessed?”

“That’s unlikely.

Old Yang’s quite skilled at managing his energy, and he’s still in control now,”

Teacher Li shook his head and sighed,

“But once the killing starts, no one can say what may follow.

However, this is just a game, and perhaps letting off steam here could be beneficial.”

“Teacher Li, it’s your turn to fight,”

Bull Bull called out from not far away,

“I just challenged the ‘Iron Fist Society’.

They’ve arrived, and these guys are said to have learned fighting techniques from Turner, so be careful.”

“Challenging them…”

Teacher Li, who didn’t like making a spectacle of himself, sighed helplessly.

But as he stepped onto the second fighting stage, the sight of the stocky Zack warming up made Old Lee narrow his eyes.

Definitely different!

This one clearly has a solid foundation and has systematically learned some combat skills.

“You Transia People really don’t know what’s good for you!”

Zack cursed discontentedly,

“The boss already let you off, and you still come looking for trouble, not knowing your own strength!

You want to challenge the boss, right?

Fine, we brothers are right here!

Defeat us all, and the boss will naturally accept the battle.”

These rebels from the Great Wilderness, though they had joined the Blood Rat Gang, called themselves the “Iron Fist Society,” indicating their faction and their reverence for “Iron Fist” Turner.

Miss Doris had reservations about this, but she needed these folks to bolster her organization, so for the time being, she allowed them to maintain a relatively independent operation.

The leader of the Blood Rat Gang was hiding out high, watching the fight intently.

She was eager for the warriors to surprise her and crush the spirit of these northerners, creating the perfect opportunity for her to divide and conquer.

“Teacher Li!

Show them what you’ve got!”

Bull Bull, Sister Pomegranate, the girls’ group, and the student fans gathered around to cheer for Old Lee.

They had been severely “embarrassed” by Turner yesterday and were now eager for a chance at redemption.

Teacher Li couldn’t be careless.

He had learned from Bull Bull and Pomegranate that NPCs in the game had their own understanding of martial arts, and even the “Wolf Fist” demonstrated by Pomegranate had its merits.

Therefore, the very traditional Teacher Li was here with the mindset of “befriending through martial arts,” but once the fight really got going, the expected difficulty and hassle never came.

Facing Zack’s fierce-looking assault, Teacher Li countered with ease.

It was even easier than his sparring session with Bull Bull the day before.

The rebels might have learned some tricks from Turner, but they lacked the concept of “Qi,” and their fighting style still revolved around brute force.

They were far less skillful than Bull Bull.

This left Teacher Li quite disappointed, like throwing a powerful punch into a pile of feathers.

He was a fighter with his own pursuits, and frankly, these opponents weren’t up to his standard.

“I heard your boss knocked out my junior to humiliate him, so I’ll return the favor,”

Old Lee muttered to himself.

The moment Zack launched another attack, Teacher Li moved forward preemptively.

As he blocked with his arm, he took a step forward and swung his left palm gracefully, striking the back of Zack’s head.

With a thud,

the third key member of the Iron Fist Society saw darkness envelop him, stumbled among his own steps, and fell face-first onto the fighting stage, slipping into a sleep as peaceful as an infant’s.

“Teacher Li is the man!”

The neat and tidy finish of the battle caused the students below to shout wildly like lunatics, drawing the attention of the Iron Fist Society.

Half an hour later, “Iron Fist” Turner, who was resting and gathering strength at the base, received a flustered report from a subordinate so astonishing it nearly made him think he had misheard.

“What?

40:0!

Were you guys fighting with your feet?”