Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Then, aiming at the spot where March 7th was about to arrive, it slashed down fiercely.

Including his clones, a total of eight iron rods slashed down heavily towards March 7th. The sound of the wind created by the pressure of the air as they swung down was so loud that it howled.

"Bang!!"

The expected scene did not occur; with a crisp sound of blocking, all eight iron bars fell to the ground.

The clone disappeared, and Scott's legs went weak, and he stood there trembling, his arms numb.

"H-How could this happen...?!"

He couldn't understand something.

I just hit that despicable person, but she wasn't hurt at all, and my weapon was even knocked away by the impact?!

"My turn!" March 7 shouted, instantly appearing in front of Scott and then kicking him.

Unsurprisingly, Scott, who was unarmed, was knocked away. Then, March 7th swooped in at an even faster speed, unleashing a series of punches in mid-air at such a speed that many afterimages appeared.

Under the relentless onslaught, Scott was knocked from the sky and slammed heavily to the ground.

'Bang--!!'

At this moment, Scott was seriously injured and embedded in the pit, trembling as he tried to reach for the gourd at his waist.

But when he touched it, the gourd was gone.

"???"

"Is this what you're looking for?" March 7th held the red gourd in his hand and shook it. "What are you drinking for? All you do is drink during a fight!"

"..."

Chapter 984 Three Consecutive Kneels

"What an exciting battle...!"

"Okay, so why do these two always damage the ring every time they fight?"

"I hereby announce that the winner of this competition is—March 7th!!"

"Ohhhhhhh—!!"

Amidst enthusiastic cheers, March 7th raised his hands high and stepped off the stage with a beaming smile.

Scott was left alone in the pit, contemplating life.

……

"How about that? Isn't this girl amazing?!"

In the aisle of the audience, March 7th was excitedly claiming credit.

"It requires absolutely no technical skill," Yan Huan said, shrugging.

"What amazing boxing skills!!" Luca's eyes gleamed.

"Miss March 7th, I didn't expect your boxing skills to be so impressive! Could you teach me sometime?!"

“Look.” March 7th stood with his hands behind his back, listening to Luca’s praise.

"There are still people who recognize its value."

Dan Heng listened quietly, and after a moment of silence, he walked towards the players' hall without looking back.

"Hey, where are you going?" March 7th asked, watching Danheng's retreating figure.

"Looking for something."

Dan Heng stopped and said in a deep voice:

"The loss of the Dream Eater is largely my responsibility, and I cannot stand idly by."

"Huh? Luca's pink elephant is missing?" March 7 blinked.

"We'd better hurry up and find it, or someone might roast and eat it if we're too late."

……

At the start of the next match.

Jimi, gripping the microphone, couldn't help but shout:

"Scott, this is not your match. Please leave the stage in order!"

"Tsk, do you need to tell me!"

Scott struggled to climb out of the pit, his body covered in wounds.

Because of the loss of the red gourd, his injuries are now beyond repair, and he can only return to his rest room to find a backup gourd.

"That despicable scoundrel on March 7th even stole my gourd."

Scott cursed under his breath, hunched over, and silently left the stage.

Meanwhile, the next contestant also passed him by.

While Scott was in a daze, racking his brains for an effective way to defeat March 7, he was suddenly shoved aside by a player who was passing by, and fell to the ground.

"Get out of my way, you precious old beggar, don't get my clothes dirty!"

"?"

Scott, who had collapsed to the ground, felt his head buzzing and slowly raised his head.

A familiar figure was seen walking towards the arena.

"You bastard...it's you!!"

Scott quickly stood up, grabbed Potio's wrist, and shouted:

"Go and clarify right now, I didn't blow up the warehouse, you did!"

"?" Portio turned around, glanced at Scott, who was fully equipped, and said disdainfully:

"It's really you."

"Get out of my way and stop interfering with my game!"

"I won't!" Scott clung tightly to Portio's wrist, his legs wrapped around Portio's feet like an octopus, stubbornly insisting:

"It's all because of you beasts! I'm about to lose all my points!"

"What do you really want? Money? Or resources? I can give you anything in my personal capacity!! As long as you're willing to declare that you did all of those things!!"

"Vulgar." Potio raised his foot and kicked Scott away.

"I'm participating in this competition just to prove myself."

"I work for your company, what's money to me? I'm not short of money at all!"

"I'm going to win the competition sponsored by the company and disgust you all to death."

"If you've got the guts, come and stop me. Otherwise, just watch me win the award! Humph!"

With those last words, Potio walked toward the ring without looking back.

Only Scott, his face ashen, remained.

"Damn it... I'm running out of points!"

He challenged Potio once and March 7 twice, and lost both times.

Although he had won a few matches with other players, he used support items in every match, which resulted in very few points even when he won.

In particular, in the three matches they lost, March 7 and Potio did not use any off-field support at all, which caused his points to be deducted to increase exponentially.

Now, I'm out of the game.

To continue participating in the competition, one can only rely on the revival round mechanism, using online voting to revive oneself.

"If all else fails, we'll campaign for votes!" Scott stood up, stamping his feet in anger.

"It's just a small amount of money. As long as the year-end bonus comes in, nothing else matters!"

……

After a long period of searching.

Luca and his companions still couldn't find the lost Baku.

Soon, it was time for his competition again.

"Summoning?"

In Luca's lounge, Yan Huan stared at the information on the tactics board, her eyes narrowing involuntarily.

"This thing can be used in competitions?"

The so-called 'summoning' is just bringing things in from outside the arena, right? And once it's officially certified, you don't even have to spend any money.

“Mr. Yan Huan, it seems the other party can only summon piggy banks.”

Carmel analyzed:

"Because the opponent's name is [Pu Man Front], and as far as I know, the fighting power of the piggy banks doesn't seem to be very strong."

Luca stood before the two men, filled with confidence.

"The team name is quite cute, like piggy bank. Their main strength is their ability to escape, and as for fighting, I'm very confident against them!"

"Really?" Yan Huan stroked her chin, pondering for a moment.

"But you've already been promoted after your promotion matches, right?"

"So the players I was matched with were all those who had passed the qualifying rounds."

"If your opponent is at the same rank as you, then they must be quite formidable."

“Mr. Yan Huan, I think there is another possibility.”

Carmel made an assumption.

"First of all, the opponent's ability is summoning, and they are definitely competing alone, so they may not need to rely on rewards to get off-field support. The points gained after a victory are high, and the points lost after a defeat are low."