Chapter 38: The Dispute! Initial Chaos

"Clang, clang."

Su Bai was jolted awake by the piercing sound of metal striking metal. She snapped her eyes open; a faint, grey dawn light was already filtering into the tent. The power grid in the safe zone was temperamental, and the only illumination in the tent was an emergency lamp hanging from the ceiling, casting a sickly, pale glow. The sound resembled someone deliberately beating a steel frame with an iron rod. Outside, the commotion grew louder, punctuated by sharp arguments and heavy, rhythmic footsteps.

A man of breathtaking beauty stood there, dressed in a pink robe. His form was slightly translucent, and a tear mole beneath the corner of his left eye gave him a breathtaking, bewitching allure.

At that same moment, players across the Asia server of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds were greeted by a sudden pop-up notification on their screens.

A thirty-year-old Asian man approached, his hair slicked back with grease, wearing a suit and an expression of haughty arrogance.

Wan Jianshuai clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot as he stared into the distance at Chen Mo, who stood there like a figure caught between divinity and demonic power.

Perhaps it was fated. Mo Yang’s eyes twitched violently, and fragments of memory flickered through his mind: that towering man like a god of war, the man who had protected him, the man who had slaughtered his teammates! The man everyone knew as Big Bear! The man who had wept bitterly out of concern for him.

When gods clash, the innocent suffer; the guards here all wore mocking smiles. Yin Sufan had not expected to be forced to take a stand for the other party. Wasn't this putting them in an impossible position?

"I told him! But his reaction was beyond my expectations; I doubt he’ll be able to shake it off anytime soon," Thal said.

"Auldarion, I don’t have any Morning Dew wine! But I do have some Tranquil Nectar, if you’d like that!" Astalor replied.

It was not that she feared being unable to handle Fa Ziran’s rejection; on the contrary, she simply felt it would cause him embarrassment. She knew his character perfectly: he would never use words to hurt her, and if she asked, he would undoubtedly agree.

"Sigh." Seeing Liu Ruixian remain silent, only listening with his head bowed, Fa Ziran couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy.

When the silver storm dissipated, the two stood still in the center of the arena, neither blinking as they locked eyes. The burning fury that had filled Lord Morgan of Resentment had vanished, replaced now by caution.

However, for Le Lang, this was clearly still a long road ahead; it would likely be quite some time before he could even think of eating a persimmon cake.

Deng Jingfeng extended one arm, settling into his opening stance. Having come up through the underground fight clubs, he possessed not only a sharp mind and immense stamina but also a raw, extraordinary physical power.

Meanwhile, the sight of Wang Zijun watching the competition from the sidelines was captured by reporters. When the Xinhua News Agency correspondent filed the story back to the mainland, they included a detail: when the judging panel announced that our athlete Xu Haifeng had won the gold medal, Mr. Wang Zijun, our compatriot from Taiwan, had stood up and applauded with great emotion.

At most, he had ten days; perhaps even less, and he would be nothing more than a corpse.

McGrady came up to set a screen, and Zhou Yi drove the ball into the paint. Carlos Boozer was standing guard under the rim. Without slowing his pace, Zhou Yi charged straight at him.

After finally managing to deal with the swarm of reporters and saying goodbye to his teammates, Zhou Yi drove home.

Faced with Tom’s vicious attack, Ye Yuxuan took a slight step back, using the leverage of the Heaven-Reliant Sword in his hand to deflect the full force of the broadsword’s assault.

A sudden flush of red appeared on White Peony’s face. She hadn’t expected this bandit to be so shameless, daring to tease her in front of so many people. But she was no ordinary woman; she was a guild leader in her own right, commanding tens of thousands, and she had seen such things before. It was just that this instance had been so sudden.

Ye Jin felt a searing heat radiating from his palm, traveling straight to her heart and lungs. Her heart began to race, thumping wildly. Subconsciously, she stole a glance at him, though she dared not meet his eyes. She dropped two steps behind, following in his wake.