Long Yuyan, addicted to games

Clang!

Two long spears collided.

Long Yuyan effortlessly blocked Nie Qingyu's attack with a flick of his wrist.

Under intense training and numerous battles in games, Long Yuyan's combat instincts grew exponentially.

The moment he sensed killing intent, his body reacted before his brain.

Nie Qingyu retreated repeatedly.

He felt a dull ache in the web of his hand, and his entire forearm trembled.

How could this good-for-nothing have such great strength!

This was Nie Qingyu's first time fighting Long Yuyan.

Before, he had only heard that this was a good-for-nothing second-generation heir who was unmotivated and only knew how to lavishly spend money.

Yet, in the fleeting moment just now, he had felt danger.

No!

Absolutely not!

He absolutely could not lose to this good-for-nothing in public!

"Dragon Subduing Spear Technique, First Form: Dragon Seeker!"

"Dragon Subduing Spear Technique, Second Form: Heavenly Seal!"

"Dragon Subduing Spear Technique, Third Form: Fill the Sea!"

...Nie Qingyu's attacks rained down, each one filled with killing intent.

As a result, Long Yuyan couldn't even find an opportunity to lose the match; a moment of relaxation would mean death by spear.

This guy really wants to kill me!

But strangely, facing this dense and fierce offensive, Long Yuyan was surprised to find that not only could he handle it with such ease, but he also felt a faint... excitement?

Ever since witnessing the strength of Sorrowful Sword Elegy.

Long Yuyan felt like a frog in a well seeing the sky for the first time.

Now, fighting Nie Qingyu again.

He realized how ridiculous he was when he challenged Sorrowful Sword Elegy back then.

And now, it's time to end this!

Attack and defense reversed.

Long Yuyan flung his opponent away, then, like an enraged beast, thrust his spear directly at Nie Qingyu's face.

At this moment, he seemed to forget that this was not a game where he could revive, abandoning all defense.

Even though he had the upper hand, he constantly exuded a fierce ruthlessness, like a trapped beast fighting to the death.

Since you want a death match, then let's fight!

To determine victory and defeat, and also life and death.

Killing intent, a surging tide of frantic killing intent washed over him.

Nie Qingyu knew he couldn't dodge this attack, his legs went weak, "I surrender! I surrender!"

"Boom!"

The flame scale spear struck a stone pillar by the stage, creating a shower of sparks.

Long Yuyan silently retracted his spear, leaving a charred, spiderweb-cracked hole in the white jade-textured stone pillar.

He won!

He really won!

Cheng Zhaozhao, who was watching, brightened and clapped excitedly.

However, the applause was too abrupt in the silent martial arts arena.

The Zhenlong Gate disciples stared grimly at Long Yuyan, who was slowly walking off the stage.

"Nie Qingyu, are you convinced?"

Gu Hongming's gaze fell on the disheveled Nie Qingyu.

It felt as if a thousand-pound burden had fallen on his spine.

"Disciple... is convinced."

Gu Hongming's gaze swept over the other disciples, "Look closely! This is the talent of the Alliance's number one person's son!"

"Even if he wastes most of his life on games, a little training is enough to surpass your decades of effort."

These words were undoubtedly a massive stone.

Instantly, they stirred up a thousand waves in the low-pressure water of the arena.

"Gate Master! This disciple is not convinced!"

"I'm not convinced either!"

"Me too!"

...Of course they weren't convinced!

As martial artists, they would submit to someone's strength and effort, but never to someone's talent or someone's father.

Old fox... How could Long Yuyan not see through the old fox's scheme?

This was setting him up and drawing hatred!

"Long Yuyan, do you see now?"

"Your foundation is unstable, so it's understandable even if you lose to your senior brothers."

"But if you don't even have the courage to accept a challenge, it would be a disgrace to your father's face."

With words reaching this point, Long Yuyan had no reason to decline.

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, I, Long Yuyan, accept this grand martial arts competition!"

"Good! You have your father's demeanor!"

Gu Hongming publicly announced the rules of the grand martial arts competition.

Except for the change to drawing lots to decide opponents this time, everything else was the same as previous years.

And this change would undoubtedly cause some objections.

"Gate Master, the difference in strength between drawn opponents greatly affects the final result. Why not decide opponents based on previous years' rankings?"

Gu Hongming chuckled, "Entering the secret realm, luck sometimes plays a greater role than strength."

"Moreover, if one truly has ability, no matter who the opponent is, it will not affect the final result."

With these words, there were no more objections.

Everyone lined up to draw opponents from the lottery barrel, pairing up according to the symbols on the slips.

For a time, some were happy, some were sad.

"Haha! Junior Brother Feng, your opponent is me. We can compete again!"

"It's over, my opponent is Senior Brother Gao. His spear technique is probably superior to mine."

...Long Yuyan glanced at the bamboo slip in his hand.

"Three hundred eighty-six?"

How much!?

As soon as these words came out, the entire venue fell silent.

The disciples, with extraordinarytacit agreement, cleared a path.

Long Yuyan looked up and met a gaze filled with pity.

Zhenlong Gate's chief senior disciple, Gu Yu, offered an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, Junior Brother Long, your opponent is me."

Feeling the schadenfreude in the eyes of those around him.

Long Yuyan, unexpectedly, didn't explode on the spot.

Through countless times of being beaten offline by Sorrowful Sword Elegy, he seemed to have gradually become able to accept failure and mockery.

He had carried the title of 'good-for-nothing' for seventeen years; perhaps it no longer bothered him.

But he absolutely could not bear the name of 'coward' again!

Long Yuyan's match against Gu Yu was the three hundred eighty-sixth.

By the time it was their turn, it was already the evening of the next day.

During this period, Long Yuyan showed absolutely no sense of urgency.

Not only did he not rush to cultivate at the last minute, but he would also dive into the game pod for seven or eight hours.

When he finally came out to cultivate for a while, he couldn't last two hours before going back in.

It angered Gu Hongming so much that he didn't know how many tables he had smashed.

He had tried smashing that kid's game pod before.

Who knew that as soon as he smashed Long Yuyan's game pod, the fellow would immediately blow up the ancestral shrine dedicated to the patriarchs.

Gu Hongming still couldn't forget the malicious grin on that yellow-haired kid's face as he sat on the offering table, holding a knife to his own neck:

"If any of you dare to touch me today, I'll just snap and die right here, and you can go tell my dad about who's right and wrong!"

It could be said that the years Long Yuyan spent at Zhenlong Gate were the years they had the highest frequency of renovations.

But it wasn't without its benefits.

At least their accounts were balanced, their funds were sufficient, the elders no longer had backaches or leg pains, and they cursed Long Yuyan with more vigor than ever before.

Poor scholars, rich martial artists.

The speed at which martial artists spent money on cultivation was comparable to eating money.

If it weren't for this god of wealth, their lives would be much tighter now.

"Old Gu, are you really not going to do anything about that little beast?" Fifth Elder fumed, stroking his beard.

"Do something?" This guy spoke as if it didn't concern him, "If you want to do something, you go do it, I'm not going!"

It had only been a few good years, and he had forgotten the times when they had to tighten their belts?

"You, you, you!"

...Long Yuyan didn't care about any grand martial arts competition; his mind was entirely focused on his secret rivalry with Sorrowful Sword Elegy.

It must be said that in the last battle to encircle the rat's nest, the biggest beneficiary was still Sword Intent Riding the Wind.

While Sorrowful Sword Elegy and Father Can Rival a Nation were battling the Rat King.

Wooden Head and My Cat Can Do Backflips had already led most of the players to block the escaping female rats.

Logically speaking, Steel-Toothed Rock-Crushing Rats have excellent burrowing abilities, but those fleeing female rats insisted on bringing their young.

They carried a whole string of them on their backs, like opossums moving house.

Some even had several tucked in their bellies.

In this way, these Steel-Toothed Rock-Crushing Rats were easily controlled by My Cat Can Do Backflips' mental abilities.

After that, Sword Intent Riding the Wind started a business reselling Steel-Toothed Rock-Crushing Rats.

Yes, they could be used to dig dark energy crystals and stones.

The completion speed of the main quest instantly accelerated by more than half.

Father Can Rival a Nation was dumbfounded the first time he learned this operation was possible.

Pity the Steel-Toothed Rock-Crushing Rats, a whole clan of loyal martyrs; not only did they provide experience points to players when they died, but after death, everything from their crystal cores to their corpses could be sold. Now, even their last remaining descendants were captured to mine.

Father Can Rival a Nation, while lamenting Sword Intent Riding the Wind's ruthlessness, also bought many rat miners for his guild.

My Cat Can Do Backflips was quite generous, giving him a sixty percent discount in one go.

Dragon Flame Guild also completely changed its strategy, focusing entirely on improving strength.

As long as they were Dragon Flame Guild members, anyone who wanted to upgrade and become stronger would be led by martial artists like Golden Lion.

Those who simply wanted to complete quests and earn money stayed near the birthplace to chop trees and mine. The guild provided Steel-Toothed Rock-Crushing Rats for free as mining tools.

As for Father Can Rival a Nation himself.

Ever since his change in mindset, he was surprised to find that this game seemed to have a profound magic; his brain would become more flexible than usual as soon as he entered the game.

His comprehension increased exponentially.

So, in the game, Father Can Rival a Nation either improved his spear technique by fighting monsters or diligently studied the Beast Race Breathing Technique.

That's right, he really took Wooden Head's words to heart.

Every time he thought of the extra bonuses brought by the Breathing Technique mentioned by Wooden Head, Father Can Rival a Nation felt like he was pumped full of adrenaline.

And the Breathing Technique was the only area where he had a chance to surpass Sorrowful Sword Elegy.

When you're out in the world, you've got to have something you're good at, right?