My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1030 - 349. What? Gone crazy? Take my Personality Correction Fist!_3

Chapter 1030: 349. What? Gone crazy? Take my Personality Correction Fist!_3

Meanwhile, the Blood Rat Gang was in Smugglers’ Forest, collecting the bodies of victims from the ever-emerging Skeleton Army, and we all know that a strange pack of Wolf People have pledged allegiance to the great Governor Murphy.

We don’t like the Wolf People, but they’re not the stars of tonight!

Hey, I’m Brother Gou from the North of the Forest, the special opening host for the Transylvania Fistfighting Championship. My dear Transylvanian Barbarians, join me in enjoying tonight’s feast of fists and feet!"

This mouthful made the young players in the audience cover their stomachs and laugh uproariously, while the other locals, though not quite understanding the humor in Brother Gou’s speech, generously offered their applause for its unique introduction.

At least this guy managed to let everyone know what’s going on in Transylvania with a few oddly-accented sentences.

Up in the "VIP seats," Count Bai of White Mountain and his faithful servant Vista, who hardly ever missed a big fight, had already snagged a good spot. Further away, Governor Miriam had also taken a day off to accompany Professor Malcolm and his family at the event.

Next to them sat Kudler, the People’s Guard, looking as grave as water, with his precious granddaughter Miss Biqi looking around with a stick of cotton candy in her hand.

Knight Ji from the Anjou Region and her best ji-friend, Knight of Liwen, were sitting there, finding everything novel. In the self-proclaimed "civilized" Golden Flower Kingdom, barbaric events like gladiator games had long been abolished by King Louis, yet underground fight clubs were reportedly rampant, causing quite a headache for many local authorities.

As for why Miss Biqi knew so much about it...

Well, it’s because her father secretly ran the biggest underground fight club in Nantes City.

"These ’foreigners’ are not bad at setting the mood!"

On the other side of the arena, in the "special box" of the Blood Rat Gang, Miss Doris, the "Sewer Queen" of Crimson Castle, held a glass of blood wine, struck a Big Boss posture, and instructed her minions:

"Watch closely! Learn! See how they set the scene, even though I don’t understand it, you see how lively it is. In the future, we need to get someone who’s eloquent to learn from this, aiming to make our gladiator games bigger and better, it’s a moneymaking business."

"But boss, aren’t you going to get ready to enter the ring?"

One of the veterans of the Blood Rat Gang, currently the second-in-command, who often moonlighted as a bartender in the sewer bar, Old Freeman, hunched over and said to Doris, who was looking smug:

"Sir Murphy said you’re also participating as a ’special guest’ in the fight. During the tournament, you’re supposed to fight at least three matches every day..."

"Shut up, will you? Let me enjoy some simple pleasure, will you? Don’t talk about stuff that gets on my nerves."

Her subordinate’s tactless mention of the subject instantly soured Doris’s mood. She couldn’t guess why Murphy would orchestrate such "fun for all" events. But whether from a hierarchical standpoint or a clan level, she couldn’t refuse the demand.

Even The Grand Duke of Cui Si had the duty to "join in the fun" on stage. How much more for a bit player like her?

While Doris was looking annoyed, Dog Paddle from the North of the Forest, who occasionally moonlighted as a DJ in the bar, saw that the atmosphere was ripe, and announced in a neat manner:

"So, let’s welcome with cheers and applause our esteemed Governor of Transia, the great Earl of the Blood Vulture Clan, founder of Crimson Castle, liberator of the Andma Hills, protector of the Witch Hunters, savior and benefactor of the people, the powerful Sir Murphy! As a true Transian, he will uphold the tradition of this land, and personally present us with an opening battle destined to be spectacular!"

"Aaahh, aaahh, aaahh"

Amid the mountainous roars and tidal waves of cheers, Murphy spread his blood wings and silently glided down from the shadows with an incredibly dashing posture. His outstanding demeanor and beauty that rivaled celestial beings caused the shrieking and howling of the players around the arena to become even more piercing.

At this time, his opponent for the opening match also stepped onto the boxing ring, step by step.

However, upon seeing His Excellency Valande, who had become a Grail Knight, casting a terrifying shadow under the gaslight with his three-meter-tall body, even the surrounding cries ceased for a few seconds, for the contrast in the body sizes of the two was just too exaggerated.

Murphy had to spread his wings to even begin to overshadow Valande in size.

"Ah, I had originally arranged for a wolf person chief we just caught for Sir Murphy, thinking it would just be a formality."

Sitting in the audience, Miriam covered her eyes and said:

"Who would have thought Little Sheron would come running over with a persuasive argument, saying that we should promote the virtues of the highlanders, hence why she put Valande Knight forward to battle. Plus, Valande Knight already had a sparring agreement with Sir Murphy. But wouldn’t it be quite embarrassing if Governor loses?"

"Damn, Miriam, are you for real?"

Upon seeing Valande Knight enter the stage, Murphy also felt a sudden jolt in his heart. He guessed that this must be some trick Miriam played on him, thinking that the clever red-haired girl he met had also learned to play dirty.

But a few seconds later, Murphy spotted something "discordant" about Valande Knight. It seemed as if his will was bound by something invisible, and the gentle smile that didn’t match his temperament at all on his broad face proved that something was off with this guy.

So, frowning, Murphy threw a reconnaissance spell before the fight began, and the feedback opened his eyes to new possibilities:

Name: Valande ’Grey Vulture’ Offul

Status: Temptation of the Holy Grail · Subspace Confusion · Personality Chaos ·

Character Description:

[Not every soul can maintain clarity after coming into contact with the power of subspace, and those legendary divine spirits just happen to come from that land of chaos. The phrase "great things are only for observation from afar and not for close contact" not only represents a respect for power but also serves as protection for the common folk.]

"I see, he got brainwashed by the ’subspace essence’ from Avalon that’s inherent in The Holy Grail of Woodland, right?"

Murphy flexed his fingers and gazed at Valande Knight before him, who still wore a gentle expression even when adopting a battle stance. In his mind, he silently summoned his own "hidden strength."

Although Valande Knight before him was not contaminated by subspace but was merely slightly influenced by the mysterious Holy Grail, anything coming from subspace ought to be purged from the material world.

Isn’t this convenient?

The virus program "Omega" seemed lazy and indolent, as if assessing the situation of the Grey Vulture Knight before it, but was eventually activated by Murphy’s command! The always successful Personality Correction Fist, which had been invincible since his "debut," was now loading!

Hey, knight of the woodlands, let this Governor cleanse your bewilderment with fiery fists, and bring you back to the human world, where your unfulfilled mission lies.