"Did I hear that right? Crane That Doesn’t Dance got caught?"
"What’s Crane That Doesn’t Dance up to, suddenly teleporting back to town like that?"
"Did they accidentally use a Town Recall Scroll? How silly can you be?"
"Idiot, bringing back tens of thousands of Ghost Clan mbers to town, no wonder they got caught!"
"That’s a big no-no; colluding with the Ghost Clan deserves the death penalty!"
"Executed in thirty days, that’s the takeaway. Crane That Doesn’t Dance will be imprisoned in a death cell for a month; their account’s practically done for!"
"Serves them right for courting death!"
"They angered the Human Emperor, even lost their Human Race status, aning they can’t step into the Imperial City again—such a pity..."
While dealing with the Evil Spirit, players couldn’t help discussing among themselves, gloating over the situation. So even planned to check out the death cell for fun.
Not just the players, even the bystanders around the world got excited. The incident was too sudden and explosive; they could hardly contain themselves.
For a while, the world channel was flooded with chatter, but surprisingly, not a single word of sympathy was expressed. It might have sothing to do with Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s poor reputation, leading to this situation.
...
anwhile, Crane That Doesn’t Dance had planned to use those tens of thousands of ghost soldiers for a massacre, never expecting to be forcibly teleported to the Imperial City’s arena at such a critical mont.
On seeing Su Ran opposite, Crane That Doesn’t Dance felt more disgusted than if they’d swallowed a fly, almost angry enough for a stroke.
It suddenly dawned on them—Overturning Water’s plan was to break the siege through such a treacherous thod, even using the life-and-death letter. How despicable!
"Overturning Water, what a cunning tactic!"
With a sullen face, Crane That Doesn’t Dance glanced at the tens of thousands of ghost soldiers beside them, feeling emboldened, and sneered, "You’re digging your own grave! Want a duel? Ask my ghost army first!"
"Your tactics are decent; at least that threat is gone."
Su Ran grinned, not rushing to start, stalling for ti, "This life’s letter was worth it; I can’t waste the remaining six opportunities lightly, right?"
In Su Ran’s view, without those ghost soldiers, the nearly ten thousand flying player teams wouldn’t pose much of a threat to the Ghost King Drought Fiend and Sky-reaching Vine. That’s also why they dragged Crane That Doesn’t Dance over.
"The threat’s gone? Hahaha, worry about yourself first!"
Crane That Doesn’t Dance laughed heartily, the laughter filled with joy, "You killed so many tis; now it’s finally my turn to crush you!"
"Crush ? The life-and-death battle hasn’t officially started, who knows who will win or lose!"
Su Ran had prepared for the worst, determined to expose the Darknight Thunder Dragon, even if it ant destroying Crane That Doesn’t Dance!
What can tens of thousands of ghost soldiers do? The arena is only so big; how can they exist here!
Su Ran felt the system wouldn’t allow it; these ghost soldiers aren’t pets, theoretically not feasible on this arena. After all, it’s a duel, and he’s confident!
Before the life-and-death battle began, Su Ran filed a report as a backup plan. Better safe than sorry, in case the system allows them, he’d be in deep trouble...
"Ding! Due to player Crane That Doesn’t Dance leading a Ghost Clan army to attack the Human Race’s Imperial City, the Human Emperor is enraged, imprisoning them in the death cell, stripping them of their Human Race status, and sentencing them to death, execution in thirty days!"
Whether or not the report worked, as soon as Su Ran submitted it, the whole server announced it. Before Su Ran could react, two NPC guards appeared on the arena, one on each side, forcefully teleporting Crane That Doesn’t Dance away.
Since the server-wide announcent, the vicious smile on Crane That Doesn’t Dance’s face froze, eyes reflecting disbelief, then despair at being imprisoned for thirty days—a most brutal torture!
For a mont, Crane That Doesn’t Dance felt the urge to delete their character and start anew, glaring venomously at Su Ran. If looks could kill, Su Ran would have been long gone.
As for the ghost soldiers in the air, after Crane That Doesn’t Dance was imprisoned, they all turned into wisps of black smoke, disappearing into thin air. Even Su Ran hadn’t realized it; the dramatic conclusion marked the end of the life-and-death battle.
"Hey, hey, hey, my life’s letter was just wasted like that?"
Su Ran then discovered that although the life-and-death battle never began, the system didn’t restore his life’s letter. No rewards for the successful complaint, and he even lost a life-and-death letter. Who could he complain to?
This shaless system, truly despicable!
Undeterred, Su Ran reported it again, but this ti it was as if nothing happened, proving the system ignored him.
Still, it was a satisfying outco, making Crane That Doesn’t Dance experience prison ti and stripped of their Human Race identity, worse than death. Compared to that, wasting a life-and-death letter wasn’t a big deal.
With just a word, Su Ran secured victory in the life-and-death battle, feeling quite pleased. Without lingering on the arena any longer, he teleported back to his territory, Skeleton Village.
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