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Chapter 326 [Goblin Fighting Theater]

After listening to A-Miao's suggestion, Snake suddenly spoke furtively in Yuan Zhu's mind: "Big Brother, I think this business is worth doing! Rent them out to hone their skills in the Misty Mountains, and the Polluted Materials they hunt can be sent to the Anti-Law Fund Pool through Anti-Law Sacrifice to pay off debts. When they return after their training, we'll have a bunch of high-quality talents for free!"

"Aren't we planning to train a team to explore the world beyond the [Gate]? I think these orcs have the makings of a captain. Let them first study under Miao Miao and learn their skills, then replicate them on the 'Muscle Goblin' to achieve ascension for all of them. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Yuan Zhu wasn't particularly opposed to renting orcs. After all, orcs were really worthless, the investment cost was low, and their deaths were insignificant.

If we look at this free-range model from a 'game perspective,' the five beastmen are like five 'traveling frogs,' and A-Miao not only provides them with food and weapons but also imparts combat experience to them.

Even after they broke free of their control, the orcs retained ownership. They moved freely, leveled up by fighting monsters, collected materials, sacrificed themselves to return home, and grew stronger in the process.

Meanwhile, others sit at home and wealth falls from the sky. Even if an orc dies in battle, his fellow orcs can promptly collect his body and offer it as a sacrifice to the [Anti-Law] for recycling.

At that time, Yuan Zhu could use the 'relics' of the fallen orcs to buy new hybrid orcs, install the necessary equipment, and quickly put them into service. Having figured all this out, Yuan Zhu nodded to A Miao: "We can cooperate!"

"Huh? You've figured it out? Then let's have a pleasant cooperation!"

Ah Miao raised her fist and lightly bumped it against Yuan Zhu's. Then she turned her attention back to the carriage, occasionally muttering comments.

In the end, her eyes were still stung by the ugly face of the 'Devil Muscle Monster,' and she showed a disgusted expression: "Ew... your goblins look quite robust. It's just a pity that they are too ugly and pollute the eyes, which greatly affects the audience's viewing experience. I'm afraid there won't be many viewers, and they can only attract some curious viewers."

Yuan Zhu stared at the goblins he had long been accustomed to, and felt that his group of [Goblin Warriors] were exceptionally strong and well-built, far more pleasing to the eye than the [Eggplant Spirits] with grass (eggplant seedlings) growing on their heads in the [Law Domain].

He then said, "Don't worry, I was prepared for this. Men, get out of the car! Put on your masks, let's go!"

In an instant, more than ten goblins, who had been feeling restless but had hesitated to leave the carriage, suddenly sprang out of the carriage like rabbits and mad dogs released from their cages, scrambling and jostling each other.

The once quiet street was suddenly filled with 12 short, ugly, but muscular and angular goblins. The first thing they did after landing was to pull out the 12 zodiac animal headgear that Nie Yin had sewn from their pockets.

The highly elastic 'frog-skin headgear' tightly covers the ugly head, leaving only the eyes, nostrils, and mouth exposed. Instantly, their appearance is greatly enhanced. Combined with the majestic and ferocious beast face, they gain an inexplicable sense of majesty and mystery.

Seeing this, A-Miao's visual pollution quickly subsided. Looking at the goblins again, a mixture of majesty and absurdity lingered: "This is getting interesting."

The Earth Spirits, obediently following their master's orders, shouted strange noises like "Go!", "Damn!", and "Ignore!" as they performed 12 consecutive somersaults on the curb, much like an acrobatic performance from Earth's homeland, their short stature belying their remarkable agility.

After this series of somersaults ended, the twelve goblins quickly found their positions and formed a triangular square formation.

They then performed a simple set of boxing techniques in unison by the roadside. Their movements were neat and harmonious, but this cooperative ability drew a line between them and the filthy creatures that used to live in the sewers; they were two completely different species.

Yuan Zhu asked confidently, "How is it?"

Ah Miao: "Very good, very energetic! Come on, take them with you, I'll take you to see the martial arts master of 'Cat Street'."

Yuan Zhu: "This boss...?"

"He's the owner of the biggest martial arts school on Cat Street and the leader of all the fighting competitions on the street. He's involved in everything from legal and compliant competitions to illegal underground fights. You goblins want to put on animal shows, but my bar has limited space. At most, I can only hold one or two performance matches occasionally to liven things up. If you really want to make money, you need to get professionals to organize it. I'll take you to pay your respects to the big boss right now."

Yuan Zhu asked curiously, "So, between you and the other person on Cat Street, who has a higher status?"

A-Miao rested her chin on her hand, looked up at the neon sign on the roadside, and continued, "In terms of strength alone, I can take them down. But in terms of influence in Cat Street, they are still a little bit stronger."

"Isn't Cat Street named after your 'Cat House'? You're also the organizer of the largest 'underground black market' in the area."

Ah Miao waved her hand with a grin: "It's just a hollow reputation! [Cat House] was actually founded on 'Cat Street'. The underground market isn't run by one person alone. I just provided more high-end stolen goods from [Tai Xi], which helped Cat Street's underground market gain more fame and attract more customers. So everyone gives me some face."

A bar owner with extremely high combat power, who can freely roam the depths of the Misty Mountains, carries a super-large warehouse with him, has connections and networks in Taixi, is keen on smuggling, illegal immigration, and selling stolen goods... for fun, and is usually very low-key and doesn't fight or compete. He has a lot of influence in Cat Street.

She simply used her face to enter a large martial arts school called [Thunderbird], accompanied by Yuan Zhu, 5 extremely vicious orcs, and 12 muscular masked goblins.

They encountered no interception or questioning along the way, but were instead stared at by a group of fierce-looking thugs with scars all over their faces and bodies. They then ascended the stairs and entered the second floor, watched by a large group of students who had suddenly stopped exercising.

A-Miao stopped in front of a door with a sign that read "Manager's Office," raised her boot, and kicked it twice impatiently, saying, "O-Sen! Are you there?"

Having said that, she raised her foot again, as if to kick it hard. But the black wooden door opened from the inside first.

"I'm here! Don't kick it and break it."

Inside the office, a man with a full beard, buzz cut, blond hair, and blue eyes had a huge gash running from his forehead to his cheek, even revealing the metal structure beneath his skin. On each side of the gash, three steel nails were driven into the metal skull, fixing the flesh to the metal bone.

Besides his tough-guy face, his body was also exceptionally strong. He wore a fighting vest on his upper body, revealing his muscular arms, but there was no aura of [Power Path].

This muscular white man possessed a reserved demeanor; his chest and abdomen seemed to conceal a furnace, subtly emanating a strange, extraordinary aura. Yuan Zhu was unfamiliar with this power, yet felt he had encountered it somewhere before.
"Ah Miao, who is this guy? He looks kind of silly. And these comical little things, are they here to make us laugh?" As he spoke, the man named Olsen fixed his gaze on the five mixed-blood orc brothers, scanning their sharply defined muscles, and revealed a satisfied expression: "These guys have good potential, and I really like their eyes. Are you here to recommend them? I'll take them."

Ah Miao shook her head: "You're overthinking it. These five 'black-skinned bastards' are my underlings. They're coming with me to pick up some goods in a few days. I brought them here today to arrange a few more matches for them, to give them some last-minute training in real combat. Don't break them, I still have a use for them."

Olsen instantly lost interest: "Pshaw! What are these comical dwarfs up to now?"

A Miao: "Let me introduce my new friend, Yuan Zhu. These 'goblin fighters' are martial artists he has carefully trained. They hope to borrow your venue to put on a performance for the public."

"Goblin? Fighter? How did you connect those two words?!" Olsen suddenly widened his eyes, revealing a surprised yet amused expression, and sneered, "This kind of trash dares to call himself a 'martial artist'? You've been fooled!"

A Miao shook her head: "It's not as simple as you think. Although these goblins look stupid and dumb, their 'power modification' is genuine. Moreover, these goblins are quite unique in their thinking, very rational, and can even perform several sets of boxing techniques without any unnecessary movements."

Before Yuan Zhu could speak, Ah Miao suddenly shouted, "Men, let's have a drink!"

The 'goblins', who were originally oppressed by the stifling atmosphere in the office, were now somewhat dazed and their thoughts were wandering.

Upon suddenly hearing the familiar command ('Let's go!'), they subconsciously tensed their muscles, and their legs, acting before their brains could, assumed a posture for a somersault to build up momentum.

Following closely behind, ×12. Within the limited space of the office, they all simultaneously performed a series of flips and rolls in mid-air, without colliding or rubbing against each other. The moment they landed, their feet moved only a tiny space, yet they delivered a coordinated and unified set of punches.

"Hmph, hah!" The sounds were incessant as twelve animal headgear masks, their meanings unclear, came to life, resembling the painted faces of Peking Opera performers. They made exaggerated expressions with their facial features, causing the zodiac masks to change accordingly.

This sudden scene startled Olsen. Although they were still a bunch of attention-seeking, easily defeated little trash, their sudden outburst of performance had an inexplicable, magical quality to it—strange, incredibly bizarre, leaving him dumbfounded and speechless.

It wasn't until the goblins finished their work and even performed a traditional martial arts gesture of thanks that the strong sense of incongruity brought Olsen back to life.

"I...you..." He opened his mouth several times, then hesitated, "What the hell is this thing?"

A-Miao asked with a smile, "Isn't it interesting? There's an indescribable sense of disgust and eeriness, yet you can't stop looking away."

Olsen calmed down and sneered, "Just a novelty!"

Despite saying that, he couldn't help but glance a few more times at the goblins wearing strange headgear with 'Bull Warrior, Tiger Warrior...' and so on. Damn, why are these little trash getting weirder and weirder to look at? They're actually becoming more pleasing to the eye!

Ah Miao's desire to have some fun grew stronger, so she bypassed Yuan Zhu and negotiated with him: "The performance just now is enough to prove that these goblin warriors are not the same species as their sewer relatives. They have brains, know how to learn, have mastered basic martial arts, and have undergone [power modification], making them more qualified 'fighters' than ordinary humans. Most importantly, goblins are not [intelligent species], so they don't need to talk about human rights."

Olsen understood Ah Miao's subtext: "You mean..."

At this moment, A-Miao held up two fingers and continued, "Training this kind of 'intelligent fighting goblin' is not easy. We will provide the 'people,' and you will provide the venue. We will cooperate in two ways."

Olsen: "Which two?"

"First, we can send four goblins to participate in the competition you organize. Whether it's a legal competition or an underground fight, it's fine. The purpose of this competition is to showcase our 'product' and make a name for ourselves. We can also provide you with a death quota, arranging one or two high-intensity, bloody battles, using the gimmick of 'superhumans (goblins)' being killed on stage to generate hype for our contestants. You can be in charge of the specific organization and execution, after all, you are the professional."

"Our main objective is to launch a sustainable, resource-intensive 'Goblin Show,' where evenly matched 'Goblin Fighters' engage in intense, dramatic performances in the ring."

Upon hearing this, Olsen suddenly interjected, "I accept the first option, no problem at all. I'll arrange opponents of varying strengths to showcase these goblins' abilities in every way. I'll guarantee there will be wins and losses, making the matches exciting, while also fully promoting the 'goblin fighter' gimmick. Goblins with brains and martial arts skills are inherently very newsworthy and can generate good sales. As for the second option, forget it. What's the point of watching goblins perform against each other? The selling point is that they get one-sidedly crushed and utterly defeated by humans, elves, orcs, and trolls!"

Ah Miao shook her head: "No, no, no! The second category, the [Goblin Performance], is the real highlight. The events your martial arts school has arranged are too monotonous and lack any originality. My friend here is a genius; he not only trains [Goblin Fighters], but he's also a creator! Have you ever seen a stage play?"

Olsen looked disdainful, grabbed a cigar from the table, cut off the end, lit it, put it in his mouth, and took a deep drag: "I don't like this sissy stuff."

"My friend combines the usual dramatic elements of stage plays with these 'genius goblin martial arts performers.' He designs a unique backstory for each masked warrior. Each of their 'competitions' is not just about fighting in the ring, but also hides a story of love, hate, and revenge."

Olsen instantly understood: "It's a fixed match! That's even less interesting."

Ah Miao began to describe it enticingly: "No! It's not a fake fight, it's a real fight, all-out attack, every punch lands hard, blood and flesh fly everywhere, it's even more brutal than a real match! However, it's a fight that follows a predetermined 'script,' and the fight will avoid vital points, further prolonging the match time and making it more entertaining and captivating. This is a bloody battle mixed with theatrical content, with no dull moments, giving the audience a unique viewing experience."

Olsen was bewildered by her talk and hesitated before asking, "Will this work? Won't it ruin our reputation?"

"So I need you to help us make a name for ourselves first, to establish the reputation of 'Goblin Fighters.' Then, launch a standalone 'Goblin Fighting Theater,' explaining its 'performance nature.' Launch it as a new brand and a new program. Even if the audience is not satisfied, they can shut down the program without damaging your martial arts school's reputation. Once successful, we can collaborate more deeply to develop a brand new brand!"

Olsen: "That doesn't sound very reliable."

Ah Miao: "It's alright, let's find a venue, invite your martial arts school's disciples, and enjoy a [Goblin Performance] together."

"Okay, come with me!"

(End of this chapter)