Chapter 58 I just want to win people over with virtue

"Captain Wang Feng's eloquence remains as impressive as ever," Luo Lan said with a smile. "It makes me even more eager to see the true strength of your Old Wang Team."

"Now, now, losing isn't really something to be ashamed of. After all, you're elites of the Eight Great Clans. The point is to exchange and learn from each other," Old Wang said, already setting up an excuse.

Everyone losing means everyone is equal.

Ma Tan's face turned red like pigskin, but he was gently held back by Luo Lan, who smiled and said, "Then let's look forward to Captain Wang Feng's performance."

Meng Wu was also helped to the sidelines by Rachel and Sas. Fantasi tried to greet them but was ignored by Rachel.

The arena emptied, and Mo Tong jumped out eagerly, his face brimming with excitement. "Wang Feng, it's our turn! No more chitchat—let's have a man-to-man battle!"

"Brother, don't be so impatient; it's not polite. We should at least introduce ourselves first."

Real men know when to take action and when to step back. Old Wang had fully relaxed. A friendly match was fine; he wasn't going to fight Hei Wukai anyway.

"Senior Brother Wang Feng, I'll introduce you."

Clearly, it was little Yin Fu. On one side was her most admired senior brother, and on the other were childhood friends. It was great that they could meet.

Everyone here knew the names of the Eight Great Clans, though they hadn't met the real people yet.

Lucky Heaven wore a mask, concealing her face, but her figure and demeanor revealed she was no ordinary person. At her status, any thoughts of admiration could only be kept secret. Lucky Heaven showed no reaction.

Longmoer was the third son of the Dragon Elephant Clan's chief and was rumored to be in line for succession. Among those present, aside from Lucky Heaven, he was probably the most prestigious.

But he seemed quite approachable, without the arrogance typical of nobility. When Yin Fu introduced him, he smiled and greeted everyone on the Old Wang Team, including the two Beastmen.

"This is Black Armor, the top warrior of the young generation from the Yecha Clan."

Hei Wukai waved at everyone. "Hello, I love fighting." He seemed genuinely interested, not arrogant at all, and stood a bit casually, unlike the strict nobles of Datura Empire.

Mo Tong and Yin Fu had already been introduced, so there was no need to mention them again.

After Yin Fu finished introducing Wang Feng, Longmoer stepped forward with a smile. "I've heard much about you from Yin Fu and Mo Tong. Yin Fu is the youngest among us and is dearly loved by everyone. Captain Wang Feng, please take good care of her. Thank you."

"No problem, taking care of my junior sister is my duty," Old Wang thought to himself, wary. His experience from his past life told him this person was not someone to be underestimated.

"We're all friends, so let's get straight to the point. Since this match is on our turf, we'll give you the choice of opponents," Longmoer said with a smile. "Five-on-five, just a friendly match, no serious injuries."

"Generous! That's perfect!" Old Wang's face lit up. This was clearly a setup to choose Yin Fu. He gave a thumbs-up and sincerely praised, "Even though it's just a casual match, considering such fairness shows that Long Brother is truly of the Dragon Clan! I won't refuse..."

Kela and the others blushed. Their captain was being too cowardly, while Ma Tan and the others laughed at his shamelessness.

"Wang Feng, stop talking and let's start! It's my turn!" Mo Tong couldn't wait anymore and jumped out like a spoiled concubine, his eyes burning with eagerness. "Let's have a man-to-man battle!"

"Brother, calm down! I'm the captain. How can the captain go first?"

Old Wang smiled.

Hei Wukai was off-limits, and so was Mo Tong. It was better Mo Tong went first; otherwise, he'd complain later.

"Ashi!" Old Wang waved his hand grandly. "As the vanguard of our team, go and secure a victory!"

What the hell? Mo Tong stared in disbelief.

Fantasi nervously stepped forward. Even though he wasn't facing Hei Wukai, Mo Tong looked strong and a bit aggressive. More importantly, Lei Lei was watching!

Usually, getting beaten up wouldn't matter, but in front of Lei Lei... what the hell!

Fantasi wanted to cry. Could he not fight?

"Fantasi, you can choose your opponent!" Winnie reminded him.

"Cough!" Old Wang turned around, raising an eyebrow.

Fantasi's eyes lit up. Right, he could choose his opponent! With his goddess watching, getting beaten up by Mo Tong would be embarrassing.

"Right, right! You can choose anyone, don't listen to your captain!" Mo Tong was happy as long as he wasn't chosen.

What the hell, a mutiny?

"I choose Yin Fu!"

Mo Tong breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Fantasi with a nod of approval.

"Cough! Excuse me, excuse me, hold on..." Old Wang coughed and pulled Fantasi close, whispering fiercely, "Do you still want my autograph?"

"N-no, I don't."

"Ashi, don't do this..." Old Wang said earnestly, "Your goddess is right there. Choosing a woman in front of Lei Lei—how will she think of you?"

"Hmm..." Fantasi hesitated. It did sound bad.

Old Wang patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Men losing is okay, but lacking courage is worse. Trust me, brother won't betray you. Choose Mo Tong and have a real man's battle in front of Lei Lei. Even if you lose, you'll..."

"Fantasi, look at his big axe, he looks like a butcher..."

"Cough, kids shouldn't interrupt. Ashi, listen..."

Fantasi saw Mo Tong swinging his battle axe. What the hell, was he going to chop meat?

His head cleared instantly. Chasing Lei Lei was important, but he needed to stay alive too!

"I choose Yin Fu!"

The Eight Great Clans were getting impatient. Longmoer smiled and looked at Yin Fu. "Let's begin."

Wang Feng glared at Winnie. "Kids shouldn't interrupt adults. I'm the captain!"

"Wang Feng Gege, I just feel that Xi Gege is a bit pitiful. You don't have a girlfriend, so you don't understand how sad it is for a man to be bullied in front of the woman he loves. It might become a shadow that haunts him for life, so we should let Xi Gege win this time."

Winnie said with sincerity and earnestness.

Old Wang was speechless. Damn it, Xi is beautiful, but what about me? I'm a magic pharmacist and a rune master. All I want is to win people over with virtue.

The arena was filled with weapons. Fantasi spent a long time picking through them before finally choosing a large sword. Not for any other reason, but because its size gave him a sense of security when held in his hands.

After all, it was Fantasi. Even when facing the girls from his own class, he had taken his fair share of beatings. As for the legendary Eight Legions, it was even worse. Even against someone like Yin Fu, who seemed gentle and weak, it was no different.

He didn’t dare to think about winning, but in front of the goddess, he at least wanted to show some spirit. Who knows, maybe luck would be on his side?

"Xi Gege, go for it!" Winnie cheered for Fantasi. Beside her, Wu Di and Kela also waved their fists at him. Finally, everyone's gaze turned to Old Wang.

A team must stick together.

"Xi Ba, show our spirit." Old Wang reluctantly shouted. Sigh, if it were him, little Yin Fu would surely show mercy.

Everyone was encouraging him; what a warm friendship!

Fantasi felt a surge of emotion. Thinking of Rachel watching him from across the field, he rolled up his sleeves, shook his greasy middle part hairstyle, and charged forward with his large sword, brimming with murderous intent.

Yin Fu was already waiting in the center of the arena. She smiled slightly, holding a small object in her hand that resembled a wooden comb. When her fingers lightly brushed over it, a wave of soul power rippled out. The originally golden comb began to glow and grow, transforming into a half-person tall harp in an instant!

A unique soul artifact of the Datura Empire.

Even with the development of human rune technology to date, the unique alchemical forging techniques of the Eight Legions remained unmatched in individual weaponry. However, just like the issue with the Eight Legions, soul artifact forging was extremely difficult and required a high level of soul talent from the user. In short, they couldn’t be mass-produced.

Even within the Eight Legions, soul artifacts were symbols of status and position.

Although the Black Rose Team had seen one before, they still showed envy. Such treasures, even if not fully utilized, were impressive to bring out during practice sessions.

Based on Fantasi’s years of experience being beaten, he had a bad feeling. But there was no turning back now!

Yin Fu’s fingers lightly plucked the strings of the harp, producing a faint lingering sound as if light flickered between the strings.

"Senior Fantasi, please!"

The Gandharvas have always been renowned among the Eight Legions for their musical skills. The profession of exorcist evolved from this, and other professions have borrowed elements as well. Wizards primarily focus on lightning and fire attributes for offensive purposes, while exorcists have more flexible attack forms and functions. Although dealing damage isn’t their main task, it doesn’t mean they lack killing power.

Having spent a year at the Rose Martial Dao Courtyard, Fantasi had basic martial artist qualities. He knew that Yin Fu wouldn’t be easy to deal with, but since he was already on the stage, there was no room for retreat.

(Vincent returned in Chapter S3, and Draven is not far behind. Youth is all about hehehe...)