My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1053 - 357. We need to fight ten of them!_2

Chapter 1053: 357. We need to fight ten of them!_2

"Who knows, we might stir up a big sensation and trigger a few hidden quests for Brother Eagle."

"You have a point!"

Khaki Tontita clapped his hands and said,

"I’ll go send out the invitations right now."

"Hold on a second!"

Star Soul Eagle quickly grabbed him and shook his head explaining,

"At least let me check out the difference between the ingredients here and back home first. How can I whip up something edible if I don’t? Becoming a cook isn’t as easy and casual as you think. Give me some time to prepare."

"Right, right, right, it’s said that good preparation is the key to success, and this isn’t something we should rush."

Bull Bull patted the shoulders of his cousin and senior, saying,

"Let’s go to the boxing match first, we can talk about the rest later."

The group thus ventured into the sewer, leaving Murphy in his office, who had made preparations for a feast and was carving chopsticks for himself and Cui Si, disappointed. He had been waiting for the little players to invite him over for a good meal.

But he, as such an awesome mainline NPC, couldn’t just actively ask players to cook for him. He had to maintain some style and dignity, after all.

However, his disappointment didn’t last long. Soon enough, Murphy was comfortably leaning back in his chair, stroking George, the Stardom Giant Wolf lying dozing beside him, while he turned on the projection of the Core Bead.

Just like watching a drama or an anime series, he fixed his gaze on these few professionals through an angle specially arranged by the Blood Rat Gang.

He was curious to see how the professional strength from another world compared to the Spiritual Energy heritage of this continent in terms of skill level.

Oh my, the game of beast chess is not only loved by sticklers—Lord Murphy is just as fond of it.

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Although when the game was first beta-tested many players complained that the level system in the game was unscientific and that leveling up felt unrewarding to the point of frustration, such complaints had become rare at this stage of the plot.

This was because it didn’t affect the players’ experience in the story of Transylvania, and it didn’t have the same sense of defeat brought by level suppression found in traditional games.

Even a Level 1 player could defeat a Level 10 Jackal and Wolf person with solid skills, making the gaming experience more realistic and also reducing the fatigue that comes from leveling up through endless monster-slaying.

For professionals like "Wrist Master" and "Fireworks Beef Bowl" with "inborn skills," the system that replaced traditional character levels with proficiency was clearly much more friendly, allowing them to immerse themselves into the game’s main storylines from the get-go without having to waste time on leveling up.

"Swish"

Master Yang’s beginner sword dropped to his side, while the Beilao thug across from him stared dumbfounded as his shield was struck away. That very instant, the burly man realized he stood no chance at all.

But with so many brothers watching from below, the Bald Rough Man clenched his teeth, and holding the sword with both hands, he charged with a shout of rage, his bearing as ferocious as a Butcher ready to chop meat. However, his menacing posture was full of flaws in the eyes of Master Yang, who had learned swordsmanship since childhood.

He didn’t even need to use his sword.

As the opponent charged, he deftly sidestepped while extending his left leg.

"Thump"

The man lost balance and crashed head-first into the unrepaired broken edge of the boxing ring. Struck so forcefully, he knocked himself unconscious and was carried away, bloodied and rolling his eyes, by his frantic companions.

Thus, the boxing career of this tough from North Wind Castle came to an end, and what awaited him was a life of reformation through labor in the Dark Baron Territory, digging trenches for war.

Master Yang, who easily won, simply shrugged. He felt the vibration and a faint pain from when his left foot had struck the man’s shin.

The realistic sensation stirred a tidal wave of emotions in the heart of this silent middle-aged man. Even though he appeared calm and collected on the surface, the curiosity and excitement in his eyes were undeniable.

Compared to the vivid battles before him, his real-life trajectory might seem rather mundane. He even occasionally envied his father and grandfather, who, like him, learned martial arts from a young age and participated in guerilla warfare against the Japanese during World War II.

They were true warriors. And for Old Yang’s generation, peaceful times were both a fortune and a resignation.

He couldn’t just abandon his family to satisfy some yearning for battle, could he?

He wasn’t a warmonger, after all.

But now, a small wish from his youth seemed to be fulfilled by a strange helmet, and as a successful businessman, his instincts were telling him that there was something off about this! However, Old Yang didn’t want to think about that just yet.

Facing the second Beilao thug who entered the arena with a Combat Spear and strange tattoos all over, Master Yang raised his blade horizontally.

He gestured arrogantly and invitingly with his fingers, in the calm visage. At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to the passionate and idealistic days of his youth.

Beilao was clearly enraged.

He charged like a wildly raging bear, thrusting his spear. Old Yang deftly dodged, recalling his father’s teachings on swordsmanship regarding how to counter long weapons.

"The spear, the king of weapons. A good spear user has the bravery of ten thousand men. But it only goes straight like herding pigs through an alley—the more forward you go, the more confined you get. If you can’t win quickly and someone gets close enough to read your moves, defeat is certain."

Yeah, Dad was right about that!

Indeed he was.

After three moves, Old Yang moved forward with his sword, closing the distance before the opponent could retract his spear, and cut with his blade like a praying mantis, slashing in a flash. Blood spurted and he severed the man’s wrist and with another step forward, the man was on the ground.