My Monster-Derived Skills Are the True Power
Chapter 30: A Mad World

What was going on?

The moment Murong Kaixin saw Gongsun Jie, his mind wavered.

How could the esteemed master of Xuanguang Sect truly participate in such a “match” with a group of juniors? Yet there he was, wearing the No. 10 jersey, playing with gusto on the field.

Aside from Gongsun Jie, Murong Kaixin recognized many familiar faces from Xuanguang Sect. They wore yellow uniforms and were fiercely competing with the Fun Seekers Club, clad in red, over a red-and-white ball.

At the sidelines, others in similar attire waited anxiously.

When someone waved a flag, players rushed onto the field to carry off those who had been seriously injured by Liu Guangsheng. Immediately, two substitutes from the sidelines ran onto the field to replace them.

There were already many injured at the sidelines—some with splints on their legs, others clutching their groins. Yet none seemed to care about their injuries.

Their eyes remained glued to the ball on the field.

Murong Kaixin saw only frustration and fervor on their faces, as if they longed to recover instantly and rejoin the match.

Murong Kaixin felt his mind struggling to comprehend. He frowned, scanning the entire Wolf Valley.

The valley was packed.

The stands on both sides were filled with commoners, their expressions feverish and ecstatic. In their excitement, they stood, waved flags, and cheered as though possessed.

Fanaticism.

From every face, Murong Kaixin saw unbridled fanaticism.

This was not a good sign.

Murong Kaixin had only ever seen such fervor on the faces of cult followers under the sway of heretical teachings.

Even Gongsun Jie had fallen under this spell.

As Murong Kaixin surveyed the field, his expression grew more solemn. The Chancellor was right—this "Li Ye" was undeniably dangerous. No matter how talented, someone like him could not be entrusted with power. If left unchecked, he would spell disaster for Chu Kingdom.

Eliminate him!

Such a scourge must be eradicated.

Murong Kaixin resolved himself. While the emperor had ordered him to bring Li Ye back, he had decided that Li Ye would enter the capital a crippled man.

However, acting now with so many commoners present might put them at risk.

After the match ended, Li Ye’s fate would be sealed.

Murong Kaixin had plenty of patience.

His gaze returned to the field and landed on other familiar figures: Wen Renchuan, master of the Qingcheng Sect; Shen Tuhong, the third elder of the Heavenly Dao Alliance; Xu Chuan, the left protector of the Scarlet Flame Sect; and even Wan Peng, the deputy commander of the Inspection Bureau. There were also several second-rate sect leaders.

They all sat in the stands facing the valley’s entrance, intently watching the game, occasionally whispering and smiling, as if in perfect harmony.

This scene heightened Murong Kaixin’s suspicion.

For people from righteous and heretical factions, and even the court, to gather together without conflict? There had to be a conspiracy. This “Li Ye” harbored grand ambitions.

Murong Kaixin couldn’t help but wonder if the grandmasters of the Scarlet Flame Sect and Heavenly Dao Alliance were also involved. If those two elders had joined in, the implications could shake the heavens.

Unconsciously, sweat began to bead on Murong Kaixin’s back.

“GOAL!”

“Another beautiful goal! The score is now 6-4, with the Fun Seekers Club temporarily leading. Less than fifteen minutes remain—time is running out for Xuanguang Sect.”

“Still, for their first match, achieving this score is quite impressive. While their individual skills surpass the Fun Seekers, their tactical arrangements and teamwork fall short.”

“But I believe, with the valuable experience gained from this match, the Fun Seekers will face a formidable opponent when they visit Xuanguang Sect for an away game... Oh, what a perfect sliding tackle!”

“Let’s see who made that move. Number 8, Xuanguang Sect’s Elder Li Qiang. Impressive! Truly worthy of being an elder. His understanding of the essence of a sliding tackle is extraordinary. Even I couldn’t catch how he executed it.”

“My god! The one whose leg was broken is none other than Iron Foot Immortal Fan Jie. It seems karma has caught up with him. After breaking countless legs on the field, Fan Jie probably never imagined that one day, someone would break his. Judging by his pained expression, it seems not just his leg—his groin has also taken a severe hit.”

“How did Elder Li manage it? He attacked two spots in one strike! Truly a divine move. Without a doubt, this will be one of the top ten highlights of the match. If Elder Li perfects this technique, it could become his signature move...”

What are they doing?!

Tong Yi couldn’t see clearly, but Murong Kaixin did.

When Li Qiang broke Fan Jie’s leg, his fist simultaneously swung upward, striking Fan Jie’s vital spot with brutal force. Judging by the speed and strength, there was no doubt that Fan Jie’s ability to father children was gone. In severe cases, such injuries could even result in death.

What kind of enmity warrants such brutality on the field? Aren’t they on the same team?

Murong Kaixin was baffled. At this rate, how many players would remain on the field by the end of the match? Even Innate Experts couldn’t withstand this kind of abuse!

What exactly is going on here?

Murong Kaixin grew more confused. After Fan Jie’s leg was broken, it seemed to ignite the Fun Seekers Club’s fury. Their gameplay became even more aggressive.

Sliding tackles, elbow strikes, shadow kicks…

In their struggle for control of the ball, both sides used every conceivable move. Even Gongsun Jie’s back was hit several times.

The goalkeepers fared worst, leaving the field with broken bones only to be replaced. Bloodstains surrounded the goalposts, yet every new goalkeeper charged onto the field undeterred, desperate to block the shots.

They’ve gone mad.

That was the only thought left in Murong Kaixin’s mind.

But soon, he realized something wasn’t right.

As the match reached its peak intensity, players who had suffered grievous injuries—ones Murong Kaixin deemed beyond saving—returned to the field, joining the fray once more.

What nonsense is this?

Murong Kaixin’s eyes widened in disbelief. He clearly saw Fan Jie’s broken leg, bone jutting out, yet somehow, moments later, Fan Jie acted as if nothing had happened.

Was I imagining things? Or is everything on the field an illusion?

But what illusion could deceive a grandmaster like him? The sound of bones breaking and the smell of blood in the air were all too real.

Something was amiss. Everything on this field defied logic.

The game wasn’t over yet, but Murong Kaixin had had enough. He flashed over to the injured players’ area. With a wave of his hand, the clothing covering their injuries was shredded, exposing their wounds.

Broken bones jutted out, muscles torn, groins crushed...

Every injury was disturbingly real.

Yet, right before his eyes, the crushed groins began to swell again, the broken bones retracted into muscle, and the torn flesh knit itself back together.

What?!

Murong Kaixin’s mouth twitched.

At that moment, the world around him felt surreal. Turning back to the field, where the players continued to battle fiercely, he unconsciously pinched his own thigh hard.