My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1526 - 513. Pavilion people who can double jump are simply invincible!_3

Chapter 1526: 513. Pavilion people who can double jump are simply invincible!_3

"What I want to say is, we will definitely win today!"

"Beat the hell out of that pretty boy Murphy!"

Some contestant from the back of the scene suddenly shouted, instantly igniting the mood of the entire square.

It wasn’t just the little players who were roaring with laughter; the locals also let out boisterous laughter.

Indeed, any person with eyes couldn’t deny Governor Murphy’s good looks, but for men, such beauty in another man seemed somewhat effeminate and lacking in masculinity.

This was probably the local people’s only slight dissatisfaction with their Governor until now, as clear-cut in their love and hate.

In their eyes, their Governor should be a muscle-bound tough guy who can knock people down with his fists, someone whose shoulders are broad enough to run a horse on, preferably someone who instills fear in the hearts of enemies just by being seen on the battlefield, much like the old Earl Xike used to be.

Sir Murphy is good in all aspects, but his face is just too handsome!

Not only handsome enough to make 99% of the male citizenry feel threatened, he also severely lacks strategic deterrence, and it’s strongly suggested to wear a mask when going to battle.

But there are always two sides to everything,

for example, while the male citizens grumble, Governor Murphy’s status among the female citizens is simply perfect. If there were opinion polls in Transia, it’s estimated that 100% of the women would vote for Murphy.

Alas, there’s nothing to be done, being handsome just means you can get away with anything.

Before the start of the competition, interview segments featured one old gamer after another who had made a name for themselves in Transia, and the crowds in the square would shout out those guys’ nicknames as the screen panned to them.

For instance, when Sister Pomegranate appeared, a large group of youngsters shouted "Bloody Rose," leaving Colonel Fraser utterly perplexed. It wasn’t until a stall owner explained it to him that he understood Sister Pomegranate also had her own nickname like a "star gladiator" due to often participating in gladiatorial matches.

The same logic applied to other players as well; for instance, locals would call Brother Cat "Bloodfang" because his sword was as lethal as a vampire’s fangs.

They nicknamed Teacher Li "Heavy Artillery" to describe his punches as fierce and terrible as cannonballs, and when it came to Earl Giant Shark’s turn to appear, his unique Bald Vampire look set the whole square abuzz, with almost everyone who had seen the gladiator matches knowing this manic Vampire Martial Monk.

Although Giant Shark didn’t have a good reputation among vampire NPCs, his image was much better in the eyes of the locals.

"Could you tell the audience, what tactics will you employ today in your confrontation with Governor Murphy?"

The journalist from the Blood Rat Gang asked, and a somewhat elated Earl Giant Shark waved his hand vigorously, shouting:

"Tactics, strategies, all are but excuses of the weak! A strong and powerful man only needs to keep punching to secure victory! If I have any tactics, these fists are my tactics!"

Such an arrogant declaration should have been annoying, but paired with Giant Shark’s unique appearance, it took on a special kind of wild humor. Fraser, the Colonel, frowned at these illogical words, but the crowd united in chants of "Flat Head Bro," driving the anticipation to a fervent pitch.

However, Major Ron was puzzled by this unique nickname and could only look helplessly at his "external brain," Fraser, who was also a bit confused.

Mainly because the nickname "Flat Head Bro" sounded a bit odd, it was the stall owner again who finally explained:

"It’s a honey badger! Those creatures are everywhere in the wilds of Transia, fierce to the point of fearing nothing. Warriors call such fearless beasts ’Flat Head Bro,’ and I must say, it’s a fitting description.

And Mr. Giant Shark is known in the Arena for his recklessness and fearlessness. He has challenged General Maxim seven times and was finally recognized after the last difficult attempt. Although some make fun of Mr. Giant Shark for being a weak player with big cravings, most people admire his bravery and fearlessness.

Plus, his shiny bald head really does resemble that of a honey badger, so over time, people just started calling him ’Flat Head Bro.’

Actually, I’m also a fan of Flat Head Bro."

The bustling young stall owner showed a look of yearning as he kneaded dough, saying:

"When I grow up, I also want to become a man who never gives up like Flat Head Bro, er, of course, I’m not going to adopt that extreme hairstyle... Look quickly! Governor Murphy is on screen!"

Wow, his battle armor looks so cool!

But that chair... it’s so strange."

Following the vendor’s direction, Fraser looked up at the huge projection ahead and saw Governor Morphy dressed in a blue-black trench coat and sleek, powerful battle armor, sitting in a very odd hollow white quadrangular chair with his legs casually crossed.

By his feet, there was a blade with a graceful curvature, surely the weapon he was going to use today.

Fraser blinked in surprise.

He noticed the streak of white hair by Murphy’s temples, creating a stark contrast with his beautiful and elegant black hair, which was not at all unsightly but instead lent an additional gravitas to Murphy’s overly young face, full of a sense of "story".

"So, Governor Morphy, what do you have to say to your warriors facing their challenge?"

The Blood Rat Gang’s reporter chose a very good angle, perfectly highlighting the heroic image of their governor. Morphy supported his chin with his left hand, his gentle eyes gazing into the camera.

He said:

"I look forward to them delivering an exciting battle today to please my people. I hope to use today’s combat to inspire my people and to declare my philosophy. And that is, the people of Transia will never stop struggling!

Want us to admit defeat?

Sure!

But only after you’ve killed us!"

"Aooo, aooo, aooo, aooo"

Murphy’s proclamation once again stirred up a frenzy in the square.

The governor of Transia had completely grasped the local temperament, like the best matador, riling up the Transia bulls with just a few words.

As everyone eagerly awaited, the countdown hourglass for the challenge match finally reached its end. With the sound of the gong struck by Miss Doris, the judge herself, forty elite players simultaneously leaped into the huge battlefield at the center of a layer of sewers, the area brightly lit by gas lamps.

In front of them, Sir Morphy, who was seated at the head, grabbed the Yan Mo blade and stood up from the odd white dining chair named "Pavilion," then with everyone watching, he made a smooth double-jump down into the battlefield.

In that moment, the expression on several challengers’ faces changed dramatically!

Master Yang, an old-time anime fan, exclaimed:

"Holy smokes! A War God with a double-jump? How are we supposed to fight this!"

"Just charge at him, that’s it!"

The roar from Big Shark gave him an answer, as the forceful shaved-head Martial Monk screamed and activated Bloodthirsty to pounce towards Sir Morphy in the front, who was still striking a cool pose.

It was like the charge horn was sounded, and the next moment, forty people surged toward Morphy all at once.

And I tell you, the sight of forty madmen who are neither afraid of dying nor capable of dying, howling and charging with bloodshot eyes is indeed a bit frightening. In that instant, Morphy seemed to understand the sentiments of countless "predecessors" of his.

But at this moment, he was not fighting alone!

Big Screw, Little K, Old K, and the Black Dragon siblings shared his fighting will. Hey, this is the fate of the NPCs, facing the charge of the players, draw swords!

Just do it!