Chapter 112: Noobs fighting each other

"Your deeds will be translated into eighteen different dialects and widely sung in the League of Blades. From now on, whenever anyone mentions Mo Tong from Mahoraga, they'll instinctively give you a thumbs up..."

Before Old Wang could finish his praise, Mo Tong let out a roar and charged out, exuding an air of "this road is mine, pay toll or perish."

With his strength, the guards had no chance to resist. He grabbed one after another and threw them into the sky, causing immediate chaos.

Old Wang was speechless. Little Brother, being a hero isn't done this way; you need to show your credentials first.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he dragged the orc out. "Brother, remember me? Let's go, I'll handle this."

The old orc, though disheveled, had bright eyes. "You're the motorcycle guy. No words can express my gratitude..."

"Don't mention it, it's nothing. Go now."

Wang Feng hurriedly pushed the three orcs away... because he needed to escape too.

After everyone was subdued, Mo Tong stood proudly at the center, feeling as if he had truly become a hero, even finding it exhilarating. He declared arrogantly, "We fight those who bully the weak and rely on others' power. The Supreme Saint taught us..."

He intended to use Wang Feng's grandiose words, hoping they would be quoted in the newspaper.

A woman knocked down in the chaos went berserk. When had she ever been so humiliated? "Argh! Bastard! Bastards! You fools, why are you still listening to him? Beat him! Beat him to death!"

But the groaning guards on the ground couldn't get up.

"Move aside, move aside! What are you all doing?"

A dozen people in patrol uniforms dispersed the crowd, with the leader wearing a red armband, indicating he was a squad leader.

"Arrest them all!"

Mo Tong felt the atmosphere shift. Wasn't he supposed to be the hero? Why were they arresting him?

Where was Wang Feng?

Mo Tong, a noble of Mahoraga, held a prestigious status and naturally wouldn't face any trouble. Instead, the others apologized profusely.

But that wasn't what Mo Tong wanted. Why did everything feel so different from what he imagined?

As for Wang Feng's escape, Mo Tong wasn't surprised. This was Wang Feng's true nature, something he had known all along, even if others didn't see it.

The training field was filled with a grim atmosphere, with four individuals facing off in pairs.

This was a crucial match for the transfer of power, and their eyes brimmed with confidence and the desire to win.

Fantasy felt he was in top form, staring intently at his opponent, Wu Di.

Recently, he had trained very hard and gained some insights into dark grappling techniques. Moreover, enduring Mo Tong's heavy blows had improved his resilience, allowing him to hold his own against Mo Tong for several minutes. Facing Wu Di should be easy, right?

Wu Di and Kela's eyes also sparkled with confidence and fighting spirit.

Unlike Fantasy, who spent his days playing games with the indestructible doll, they had trained tirelessly day and night.

Furthermore, they had both consumed the evolutionary potion, which had stirred their blood, making them eager for battle and believing in the secret potion from the League of Blades.

Kela's eyes were resolute. This internal sparring was just a test; her real opponent was Mo Tong from Mahoraga!

On the other side, Nuoyu exuded the demeanor of a seasoned expert.

His flawless stance, cool gaze, and air of certainty made him look unbeatable.

"Ayu, you are the captain's trusted brother. Though we are teammates, as a descendant of a hero, you must win!"

Before the match, Old Wang had given Nuoyu a pep talk, almost saying that losing to the orcs would make him a failure.

A glint of determination flashed in Nuoyu's eyes: For the captain, he had to win!

A light breeze blew across the silent training field.

A faint aura emanated from the four, each searching for their opponent's weakness.

Winnie and Old Wang watched with serious expressions. A week had passed, and it was time to see the results.

Old Wang knew little else but had heard that Fantasy had been beaten up quite a bit. Even when he and Mo Tong returned from shopping the other day, Mo Tong had specifically gone to Fantasy's dormitory late at night to train him.

Tsk tsk tsk, it seemed his little brother had put considerable effort into training Fantasy, which would surely yield some results.

As for Winnie, she was brimming with confidence.

She had trained them so hard, burning them with fireballs like forging iron. And hadn't they said they felt their bodies stirring after consuming Old Wang's evolutionary potion?

Compared to Wang Feng's laid-back attitude, she had truly put in the effort. If they couldn't win, it would be the fault of the two orcs, and she would beat them senseless!

The battle was about to begin, and a glint of determination flashed in Winnie's eyes.

"Begin!"

At the command, the four charged towards their targets.

Boom!

Man versus beast, male versus female!

They clashed instantly. Fantasy's eyes were clear, remembering the close-combat wrestling techniques. As he approached, he lowered his shoulders, sidestepped, and wrapped his arms around Wu Di, aiming for his lower body. His skillful moves impressed Old Wang.

Wait...

Wu Di's legs were like tree trunks—thick, hard, and sturdy. Although Fantasy managed to grab him, he couldn't control Wu Di and was dragged to the ground by the powerful momentum.

Wu Di didn't fare much better. Fantasy's tackle made him stumble, and he fell forward.

Boom!

Wu Di slammed onto the floor with Fantasi.

Old Wang winced on the side. This good-for-nothing thing! The purpose of Dark Grappling is to inflict damage, not to hug.

But it’s okay! Maybe he was just a bit nervous. Ground techniques—those are the most essential and powerful part of Dark Grappling!

Sure enough, Fantasi, who fell with Wu Di, managed to wrap around him with surprising agility, straddling Wu Di's back and trying to lock his shoulders.

But in the next second, Wu Di burst with brute force, flipping over like a small cannon. Before Fantasi could grab hold, Wu Di broke free and grabbed Fantasi by the collar.

Caught by Wu Di, Fantasi turned red and started panting heavily, his movements becoming erratic as he clawed at random.

In just two or three seconds, the two of them tangled together like a pair of fluffy cotton balls, wrestling fiercely, each grabbing and kicking the other, punching and kicking without mercy.

Both were yelling wildly, hammering away with fierce determination, leaving each other bruised and swollen, neither giving an inch.

Old Wang and Winnie felt a bit uncomfortable watching this. It seemed they couldn't rely on these two and turned their attention elsewhere.

They saw Kela chasing Nuoyu around the field. Nuoyu had adopted a guerrilla tactic, and surprisingly, even while running away, he looked quite cool.

Kela seemed to be running a bit slowly. Despite Nuoyu's speed being average, she couldn’t catch up.

Winnie stared in disbelief: "Kela, what are you doing? Can't you run?"

"It's not her fault; she's under my Weakness Curse!" Nuoyu said calmly as he ran, revealing his Exorcist abilities.

At the same time, he flipped his left hand, and a string of lightning condensed in his palm.

Old Wang’s eyes finally lit up. Tsk tsk, no wonder he’s a versatile player. After a few days of training, Old Wang knew Nuoyu’s level well—he might not be able to beat experts, but he could handle amateurs.

The lightning spell seemed to be just right for the situation. Beastkin have naturally poor magic resistance, and although Winnie had been training her with fireballs, lightning was Kela's weakness. It looked like they might win this one.

"Thunderbolt!" Nuoyu shouted coldly, swinging his left hand back.

However, the expected lightning ball didn’t launch. The lightning crackled around his arm, causing a tingling sensation that made him stumble.

Kela, who was close behind, seized the opportunity and tackled him to the ground.

Old Wang covered his face. This was due to the bug in the Soul Essence. His Soul Essence wasn’t strong or sensitive enough, making it difficult to master multiple professions. Nuoyu was attempting too much, and now his Soul Essence had failed him at a critical moment.

He had seen people fail at casting lightning spells before, but never someone who electrocuted themselves in the process. This guy was truly talented!

But Nuoyu wasn’t panicking. He was not only a Wizard and an Exorcist but also a Martial Artist.

He forcibly turned around, switching from palms to fists, and delivered a powerful punch straight at Kela without hesitation.

In close combat, Kela had some skills. She grabbed Nuoyu’s fists and then headbutted him forcefully.

Headbutt!

Bang!

Nuoyu was hit hard, feeling dizzy and disoriented. He grabbed Kela, channeled his Soul Essence, and released electricity all over his body, not playing fancy tricks but going all out.

Kela, struck by the current, stiffened. Nuoyu, still dizzy, managed to break free from her grip, staggering several meters away, then bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily.

After about four or five seconds, Kela recovered. The weak lightning spell had only caused minor paralysis. She took a deep breath and chased after him again.

Nuoyu ran once more, clumsily throwing his Weakness Curses. Though his throws were chaotic, Kela lacked the ability to dodge and absorbed every one.

One kept throwing, and the other kept getting hit.

Kela’s speed slowed down again, and Nuoyu breathed a sigh of relief. Another round of cat-and-mouse began!

Old Wang and Winnie watched, completely stunned.

It was as if they were watching two brightly-feathered roosters chasing each other around the yard, clucking wildly.

This... was chaos indeed.