My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 1552 - 521. From vowing to win to competing for the last survivor’s spot! - [Monthly Ticket Bonus 3/10]_3

Chapter 1552: 521. From vowing to win to competing for the last survivor’s spot! - [Monthly Ticket Bonus 3/10]_3

According to our intelligence, he is also a Stellar Summoner.

That’s an ancient profession you can’t judge by common sense, so my suggestion to Master Fraser is that, even if conflict arises, we don’t need to resort to a decapitation strategy.

Unless we truly manage to invite a Gold-tier warrior and get them to abandon their dignity to act as an assassin..."

This incomprehensibly high conclusion briefly enlightened Major Ron. He handed the trophy in his hand to his attendant and watched the upcoming challenge along with Fraser.

At the entrance to the sewer battle arena, Stick Brother glanced at the illuminated battlefield ahead and Sir Murphy sitting on that "Pavilion" dining chair. He took a deep breath and turned around, accepting a vial of pitch-black alchemical liquid from the sweaty Pantsless Demon Afeng who had rushed here.

The other thirty-nine people also held the same vial.

Afeng explained beside them:

"This was improved only last night under Master Bella’s guidance – the ’Victory Wine.’ We tested it on Wolf People captives, and once consumed, it violently stimulates the body, granting you a super boost at the cost of burning your life.

From my observations, the strength boost can reach up to 50%!

And the closer you are to death, the more power you’ll erupt by burning your life.

But beware, the effect is too overpowering. I can’t imagine how the Wolf People discovered such a deadly thing, but even after I processed it to minimize harm, it’s still lethal.

If the most robust Wolf People can’t survive for more than ten minutes after drinking it, then I think you all might last no more than ten minutes, and the more intense the battle, the shorter the effective time."

"So... drinking it guarantees death?"

Cheche asked, and Afeng solemnly nodded:

"No doubt, death is certain! This thing will wreck your internal organs—the aftereffects are fatal. However, if you can forcibly interrupt the life-burning process before exhaustion through specific methods, maybe there’s a chance of survival.

But such cases are too rare, and I can’t give a definitive statement.

Seriously, are you all sure about taking such measures?

If all you ’elite players’ go offline for three days, the group’s overall strength will take a severe hit."

"But the opportunity to challenge Sir Murphy only comes once."

Sister Pomegranate tightened her grip on the vial and said:

"Maybe this chance only comes once a year, and Sir Murphy’s power progresses with the storyline. If we can’t win now, there’ll be even less hope in the future. We should at least try, shouldn’t we?"

"Exactly. By now, this fight is no longer just about victory or defeat."

Brother Cat leaned on his heavy sword and addressed his comrades in a low voice:

"This is also a test of ourselves! We’ve been fighting here for a minimum of two months and up to four months. We need to see to what extent us once-frail urbanites can transform in this world ruled by jungle law..."

"Come, come, everyone, take this."

Having not joined the group for action in ages, the lively businessman finally put aside his "commercial empire" today. He walked among the crowd, handing out special talismans to the warriors.

He explained:

"These are talismans of the ’last stand’ spell imbued with Spiritual Energy. I’ve been crafting them for you over the past few days, keep them close. Just recite the activation phrase, ’no victory, only death,’ aloud to trigger them. They’re single-use tools! Instantly drawing your life energy and converting it into corrosive Spiritual Energy.

No casting delay, instantaneous effect.

Even Sir Murphy won’t be able to dodge them—the only catch is you must willingly comply, without resisting the energy draw, and it’s incredibly, incredibly painful when it activates.

Once the situation gets dire post-clash, use this in combination with the Victory Wine, and the results will be superb!"

"I honestly think we should make the Victory Wine and last stand talismans part of our everyday supplies."

Little Brother Fu toyed with the talisman in his hand and grinned:

"These can turn every offline occurrence into something spectacular. Once the ’Transia Tavern’ becomes operational, we could even make a ’Top Ten Weekly Dramatic Offline Moments’ segment or something. What do you all think?"

"Hey, you truly are a talent!"

Brother Meow, shouldering a legendary battle axe, burst out laughing and said:

"Let’s do it just like that! Everyone, today... Midnight Room, see you there."

"Hey, saying it like that totally kills the vibe!"

Ayu retorted, dissatisfied:

"It should be something with more impact. How about saying this instead? Everyone, Hall of Valor, see you there! In the eyes of the locals, we’re already considered otherworldly warriors. This shout-out even aligns with their worldview."

"Fine, fine, you decide. Let’s go, fight Murphy!"

As the warriors stepped into the arena, among the audience, Meng HaHa adjusted the volume of the Calculating Pearl and coordinated with other players to blast the song "Valkyrie’s Ride" as the BGM for the final clash.

The effect was astounding—the atmosphere was already ablaze before the battle even began.

Meanwhile, Murphy sat in his Pavilion chair, gazing at the fierce warriors below. These forty small players had become his sharpest blade, but before this blade could slay others, he had to test how sharp it really was.

You know what? The chair they provided wasn’t half bad. No wonder the "District Illness War God" always brought this thing along when he appeared.

"Mannis, are you ready?"

As he rose, his hands leaning on the "Replica Yan Mo Blade," Murphy asked softly. The cunning Endless One replied with an eerie grin.

Clearly, the bored trickster snake, who had been fleeing from vendettas in the Star Realm, was eager to showcase his skills to these outsiders in his own territory. Having signed the Star Realm guardian contract with Murphy, Endless Mannis now understood the peculiar status of these foreigners.

Not only was Murphy curious about them, but the Endless One also wanted to experience the essence of otherworldly spirits.

"Excellent..."

Murphy’s wings spread open as he whispered:

"Go easy on them later. If you scare my little treasures, I’ll never forgive you."