The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

Therefore, Zhang Kai didn't recognize Mo Qian or Huang Shaotian and the others behind him at all.

"Hehe, you don't need to know. All these years, you've been the one holding the power to decide on the roster."

At this moment, Zhang Kai looked at the knife held to his neck and swallowed hard in fear.

"Hey, if you guys want to be on the roster, I'll make the decision! I'll put you on it, okay? Please, have mercy."

Zhang Kai thought that Mo Qian and the others wanted to be on the final roster.
"Okay, if you make the final list, I'll give you a discount, a 20% discount!"

Zhang Kai even felt that he was too kind, as this was the world stage, and he had saved Mo Qian and the others a lot of money.

Mo Qian chuckled and said to Huang Shaotian:
"No, I'm really curious how someone like that got the power to decide which players go on stage."

Without further ado, after Mo Qian controlled Zhang Kai, the finishing touches were left to Yu Wenzhou.
In less than a day, Yu Wenzhou had taken control of the selection process, ensuring that no more rich kids would ever compete on the world stage again.

"But you know what, these rich kids are actually quite serious when they play, it's just that their skills are really bad."

When Huang Shaotian was bored, he watched a recording of the rich kids playing in the World Championship. They did have some tactics, but their skills were still too immature.

"If you can't even control your own body, having the desire to win alone won't do."

One month later—

"What! You mean all our spots were snatched up by a bunch of unknown people! I paid money! Why?!"

The rich kids weren't going to swallow this insult. As for why it took them a month to find out about it...
This is because these rich kids only start training a few weeks before the competition, and it's only just now.

"Fuck them!"

The rich kids went to find Mo Qian and his group in a huff. At that time, Mo Qian and his group were training. Mo Qian had basically figured out the strength of these rich kids and was sure that they were just playing around with the spots.

Mo Qian had no intention of letting these people come back.

"Which of you is Mo Qian?!"

The door to the training room was pushed open by the leader of the rich kids, but no one paid any attention. It was training time, and entry to the training room was prohibited when it was open.

"Whoosh!"

A flying sword hurtled toward the rich kid's head at lightning speed.

"Tsk!"

Mo Qian looked at the flying sword Huang Shaotian had thrown, feeling somewhat helpless. Why did this group of people have to come in at this particular moment?
"Flash Mode, Little Dragon Mode, Killing God Domain, all activated!"

Mo Qian knew that only under these conditions could he save this person.

"what!!!"

The rich kid yelled, then looked at the flying sword that was right in front of him.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose?"

Mo Qian tossed aside the flying sword and deactivated his Little Dragon Man mode.

"Huh? You didn't pee your pants from fear? Looks like you have some guts after all."

Actually, Huang Shaotian wasn't aiming at the rich kid's head just now; he misjudged it. But Mo Qian wouldn't take that risk. If the kid suddenly tilted his head, he'd be really done for.

"You, go do extra training!"

Mo Qian's aura erupted as he glared at Huang Shaotian. Huang Shaotian had been getting increasingly out of control lately; it seemed Yu Wenzhou would have to keep an eye on him. Huang Shaotian had really gotten arrogant lately. "You...are you the ones who stole our spots?"

The rich kids seem to have a slight idea of ​​why their spots were taken.

"Hehe, to be precise, we're just here to take back what belongs to us."

Mo Qian still had white hair at this time, so the rich second-generation didn't recognize him at first glance.

But now, the rich second-generation dared to keep looking at Mo Qian's face, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed. Wasn't this his idol?

"Idol!"

The rich kid shouted, startling the people behind him.

"Hey! What's your name?!"

The person behind him nudged him, but the rich kid ignored it completely and just stared straight at Mo Qian.

Mo Qian was almost embarrassed by the boy's stare. Just as Mo Qian was about to ask what he was looking at, the rich kid finally spoke.

The rich kid immediately knelt down on the spot.

"Mo Qian! You are Mo Qian!!! Sword Immortal Mo Qian!"

Mo Qian didn't expect that anyone would still recognize him like this. Because of his experience in the game, Mo Qian had undergone obvious changes. His hair turning white was only one of them. The bigger change was actually the change in Mo Qian's temperament.

Mo Qian's former aloof and unapproachable demeanor has vanished. Otherwise, how could this rich second-generation heir have gotten so close to Mo Qian? Because Mo Qian has lost his cold and unapproachable air; now, he exudes a gentler temperament and is much more tolerant.

Unlike the previous Mo Qian, who looked like a cold and aloof professional player who kept everyone at arm's length.

"Oh? You still know me?"

Now that he had been recognized, Mo Qian wouldn't deny it. However, Mo Qian was very curious about how the kid had recognized him.

"Of course I know him! How could I not know the Sword Immortal Mo Qian who led us to dominate the world arena!"

The rich kid's admiration for Mo Qian can be said to have started when Mo Qian began playing professional matches. The rich kid had already fallen in love with Mo Qian back then, and even now he is willing to spend money to go to the world stage. It's all because of Mo Qian, otherwise the rich kid would have nothing better to do than play in a match that is almost a certain loss.

"I'm your fan!"

"Huh? Huh?"

Mo Qian was momentarily confused about the situation before the rich second-generation heir suddenly hugged her.

Chu Yunxiu and Su Mucheng's murderous gazes swept over instantly, and a hidden sword spirit also looked at the rich second-generation with murderous eyes.

The rich kid felt like he was being targeted by something evil, and suddenly became afraid.

"Idol, you have to protect me, I feel a chill down my spine."

Looking at Su Mucheng's erected cannon and Chu Yunxiu's prepared domain, Mo Qian seemed to understand why the rich second-generation said he felt a chill down his spine.

With Mo Qian's physical abilities, he certainly wouldn't be blasted away by Mu Cheng's cannon, but this kid probably won't be so lucky.

"K, cough cough, I think you should calm down. So, you're saying you spent half a year competing in world championships just to find me?"

Mo Qian asked instinctively; this was the first time Mo Qian had ever acted like this. (End of Chapter)