1256: Chapter 1167: The Humiliated Wang Dazhuang 1256: Chapter 1167: The Humiliated Wang Dazhuang “Damn it, you little bastard, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger!”
Wang Dazhuang dodged the incoming fireballs in an extrely embarrassing manner, not daring to be careless anymore.
“…”
Su Ran did not say much, focusing on attacking this guy.
Shooting fireballs was quite satisfying; he didn’t go easy on him just because they were classmates.
After all, this was the first duel, where failure ant no revival; he had to give it his all!
“You sneaky little prick, spit it out, who the hell are you?!”
Wang Dazhuang nearly capsized in the gutter and frantically buffed himself with aura attributes before he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, feeling his cheeks burning hot.
He thought he could dominate the Newcor Group, but the first player he encountered taught him a lesson.
Was his luck really that damn bad?
However, he still couldn’t believe the player in the black robe in front of him was Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained; after all, that guy was a summoner whose magical damage wasn’t that great.
But this mage in front of him, without any pets or even a staff, and with such high magic damage, was simply not acting alone!
What an arrogant kid!
What Wang Dazhuang didn’t realize was that he had been making the sa arrogant face just monts before.
The level restriction in the Newcor Group has given him unprecedented confidence, and comparatively, the mage must have thought the sa, which would explain fighting without a weapon.
Su Ran ignored Wang Dazhuang’s questioning, continuously firing fireball spells.
Surprisingly, the kid’s operational ability was quite good, sustaining the least amount of damage and gradually advancing toward him.
This obvious disadvantage was slowly being overturned, which astonished him.
But Su Ran didn’t take Wang Dazhuang seriously.
This guy was just a shield warrior; even if he managed to charge forward, he lacked the attack power of a berserker and wasn’t much of a threat.
Most importantly, this guy wasn’t as fast as him; even if he tried to kite him, Su Ran would just tornt him to death!
“Damn it, if you have the guts, don’t run, let’s see if I won’t smack you to death with my shield!”
Wang Dazhuang shouted, out of breath.
He was extrely frustrated, feeling like the black-robed player was a slippery eel that he couldn’t get close to.
Without any long-range attack skills, he was reluctantly turned into a moving target, tornted as his health gradually decreased with no way out.
The harsh reality made Wang Dazhuang understand what it ant to go from joy to sorrow, as his dream of dominating the ‘kindergarten’ was nipped in the bud.
Not run?
Stand still and let you hit ?
Please, we’re all grown-ups here, can we not be so childish?
Buddy, I’m not that noble!
Su Ran gave Wang Dazhuang a big eye roll for free, not bothering to listen to his nonsense.
He fired off fireball spells one after another, decisively blasting him out of the ring.
The first battle, Su Ran won with full health!
Luckily, Wang Dazhuang didn’t drop any equipnt after dying, but the level experience was inevitably and forcibly deducted.
God-Demon Continent forum.
A post suddenly caught fire, created by ‘Even with a Face Full of Pockmarks, I’m Handso’.
In the post, the author described his tragic tale with an indignant tone, especially detailing the tornt that led to his death, even exaggerating about losing a level after dying, vehently accusing the black-robed player of pretending to be weak to bully the less powerful in the Newcor Group, utterly shaless to the extre!
Below the post, there were many followers: so sympathetic, so just watching the drama, so mocking, so outraged—various reactions, but irrespective, the post was stoked into flas.
“Poster, what level can one be to enter the Newcor Zone?”
“Don’t know.”
“Poster, what’s the na of that person, and what do they look like?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then how do you know he’s beyond our level?”
“Nonsense, I’m a level 38 shield warrior, and that kid still managed to break my defense.
Tell he’s not a high-level player.”
Wang Dazhuang’s remark once again pushed the tide of public opinion to its peak.
“Damn, you’re level 38, how could you even go to the Newcor Group?
Isn’t this like a thief shouting ‘Stop thief’?”
“You can lose experience in a duel?
That’s new, I’ve never heard of it before!”
“Diagnosis complete, the forum poster is sick, disperse, disperse.”
“I’ll just report this with a backhand, no thanks needed.
It’s the right thing to do.”
At first, everyone was half-believing, half-doubting, but the mont Wang Dazhuang identified himself, they collectively turned against him, lambasting him left and right— it was brutal.
Watching the overwhelming comnts from netizens, Wang Dazhuang’s face turned shades of green and white.
He steeled his heart and deleted the post directly.
A post that got flad like this simply couldn’t be left up!
He had intended to cause trouble for that cloaked masked man, but instead, he brought a host of troubles upon himself, humiliating himself all the way to his grandmother’s house!
“Damn it, since you won’t listen, just wait and see, you’ll regret it!”
Having lost the opener, Wang Dazhuang was disqualified from the duel competition.
Now he was just watching the situation in the Newcor Group, ready to jump into any forum post about the cloaked player with imdiate support!
He truly didn’t believe this nonsense; a person using a system bug can’t last long!
As for why he didn’t report it, it’s because Wang Dazhuang was holding a grudge, determined to make those who mocked him suffer a major loss!
The misfortune couldn’t only be his!
…
“Wonder if Dazhuang is so upset he can’t even eat.
Can’t help it, forced by the situation; no hard feelings, alright?”
Su Ran stood on the platform, gazing at the empty stage with inevitable reflections in his heart.
Wang Dazhuang had finally gotten an opportunity, had yet to show his strength in the Newcor Group before being ousted by her.
It did feel a bit regrettable.
But who cares?
After all, that guy doesn’t know who I am.
Let it be!
After a three-minute rest, the system matched Su Ran with a new opponent, a mage player.
Judging by the equipnt alone, they weren’t top-notch—their robe was dull and listless, and the staff in hand was hardly different from a fire-poking stick.
This player was quite the sad sight, having gotten to such a state.
“Huh?
Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained?”
Upon seeing this player, Su Ran was startled by their unique attire and then rembered the restrictions of the Newcor Group, easing up and laughing, “Buddy, your role-playing is pretty convincing; you almost had fooled.
Hey, where did you get that cloak?
It almost looks like an exact replica of the original.
I might get one myself; it’s the perfect tool for showing off!”
“…”
Su Ran was at a loss for words.
There was only one Illusion Demon cloak in the God-Demon Continent, and if such an item could be mass-produced, then the ga would be nearing its end.
“Look at my robe.
Wearing it doesn’t give off the vibe at all.
We’re both fans of Overturning Water, why is there such a big difference?”
This mage player was quite familiar and felt an instant kinship with Su Ran’s attire.
While the duel hadn’t started yet, they actually pulled out a cloak and started dressing up on the spot, even donning the mask.
In no ti, two cloaked players, one real one fake, stood on the platform, creating quite the spectacle.
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