CHAPTER 46: AN S-LEVEL SKILL SCROLL

Main Game World, Green Planet, 1:30 a.m.

[Countdown before Monsters Tide: 6 days, 16 hours, 30 minutes, 45 seconds]

In Black Corps territory, there were only the badly wounded Xun Minsheng and Meiying left. The men who were planning to rebel were not so lucky because Meiying came back hatching a plan on her head after observing their abnormalities.

Since they were incapable of retaliating, she used it to her advantage and eliminated these unstable men by inflicting wounds on their vital parts, while Xun Minsheng was kept alive for one reason: so she could extract information from him.

The blood attracted a lot of monsters and killed the men. Their spine-chilling screams resounded, but Meiying had remained indifferent throughout, to the point that even Xun Mingsheng, the destined villain, was feeling shivers down his spine.

He only knew her character through the book, and it was said that she was very loyal to the villain, but now it doesn’t seem to be the case. She didn’t have a hint of hesitation when breaking his ankles and wrists and tying him up. His health was reduced to 30/500, a critical line that continued to reduce by five every ten minutes because of the debuff of ’heavily injured.’

If he doesn’t receive any treatment for the next 60 minutes, he will need to say goodbye to his life.

After the men were killed, the blood on the ground disappeared, and the number of monsters in the vicinity was reduced.

Meiying discovered a lot of brightly floating fist-sized crystals were scattered on the spot where the men died just a meter above from some game items.

Her eyes squinted before reading the system prompt from afar.

[Unowned Territory Crystal]

A territory crystal?

This can be dropped when killing players?

Meiying raised her brows.

Xun Minsheng also saw it and gritted his teeth. Too bad his mobility was impended. Otherwise, these territory crystals will be plundered by him.

Those resources inside could be used as a trade for his medicine.

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A few minutes later, Li Chunhua found herself doing a horse stance outside the gym.

The grumpy Mr. Fang, after failing to outrun her and striking her butt with a broom, ordered her punishment to be like this instead.

Li Chunhua, after escaping the fate of incurring a massive debt, was beyond happy and complied with all her heart, making the already grumpy and helpless Mr. Fang angrier.

Horse stance for half an hour is nothing! Even if she needed to maintain it for a few hours, she has no complaints.

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Inside the gym, Gong Panli, after managing to simmer the middle-aged man’s anger by shouldering the repairs and the machine replacement, instantly brought forth the topic of Li Chunhua’s physical assessment.

Mr. Fang didn’t give him the answer directly but replied with a question instead: "You don’t normally bring people to my gym personally. Is that little lady and you in a relationship?"

Gong Panli was choked by his query.

Which eye of his did he see that he was intimate with that young lady? This old man always likes to gossip.

Gong Panli raked his hair before explaining the matter of tomorrow’s match and how he intended Li Chunhua to be one of the competitors. He also wanted Mr. Fang’s opinion and help in training Li Chunhua since the Lightning Fist and his team had some military background. They were adept in closed combat, in addition to their abilities. Li Chunhua might be at a disadvantage.

Mr. Fang didn’t voice out any disagreement since he had witnessed firsthand that lady’s strength. If it’s her, Gong Panli might have a chance to score a point. However, "I’m going to be honest with you, lad. She indeed has a high chance, but you need to win three matches out of five. As far as I know, this is the only qualified combatant you have. You still need four."

Gong Panli also knew that bitter fact and stayed silent. He may have recruited one, but he still lacks four others.

Realizing he hit a sore spot, Mr. Fang tried to uplift the man’s mood by saying, "That arrogant Gong Feitian is very lucky. If I were born in his generation, I would be the one trashing him. He wouldn’t stand a chance against my fists."

This brought a smile to Gong Panli’s lips and soothed his nerves, which had been tensed for a couple of days. "So how did it go?"

Mr. Fang knew who and what he was referring to. He began recounting the events earlier and reported the number he saw in that very brief moment that made him question reality.

"It’s very odd. If I were to compare the time when Grappling Fist had his assessment in the main testing center, there is a vast contrast between them. That huge guy basically took his time to gather all his strength towards his arm, but this little lady just launched her punch without any preparation whatsoever, suggesting she didn’t use all her power, but my gym still ended up...

Anyway, it’s totally illogical to reach a staggering number of 999. I doubt that’s her limit too. And that astonishing speed—almost like she’s teleporting—why haven’t I heard of her for the past seven months?" Mr. Fang’s voice had a hint of admiration.

Gong Panli’s eyes widened into saucers, astonished when he heard the number. "Are you serious?"

"I may have old bones, but my eyes are still fine. Young lad, if you find another four like her, then victory is within your grasp."

Gong Panli gathered his thoughts and smiled wryly afterwards.

Perhaps he won’t be lucky anymore, but let’s just hope for some miracle to happen.

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After ten minutes, Gong Panli finally came out of the gym with a wide grin on his lips.

Mr. Fang was following behind him with a grumpy look, glaring at the culprit.

Li Chunhua instantly stood up, waiting for the verdict.

"Miss Li, you did well," Gong Panli praised.

"You even beat Grappling Fist’s record. Old Fang was very impressed..."

"Whose ear did you hear when I flattered her?" Mr. Fang intervened, raising the tone of his voice in denial. "And even if you have strength, if your reflexes can’t keep up, then what’s the use of it?"

Gong Panli smiled even more. He knew this old one was just too shy to admit it.

Li Chunhua was waiting for them to mention her incurring a debt.

"Uncle, you’re not angry anymore?" She probed nervously.

"Who said I’m not angry?" He gritted his teeth.

Li Chunhua was startled and hid behind Gong Panli.

"Get your butt inside before I change my mind," Mr. Fang shouted before entering the gym.

Li Chunhua tossed Gong Panli a probing look, and the latter just gave her an encouraging smile.

"Still not coming!" Mr. Fang’s shout reverberated from the inside.

"Coming!" Li Chunhua replied right away before striding inside.

Gong Panli stood there for a while before going somewhere else.

He still needed four, and he couldn’t afford to waste time.

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Inside a small meditation room adjacent to the wreck testing room, Li Chunhua and Mr. Fang were sitting in a lotus position, facing each other.

Li Chunhua saw Mr. Fang inhale and exhale multiple times. Both of his palms were placed on his knees as he did so.

He stayed like this for a few minutes before opening his eyes and fishing out something from behind him.

When he brought it to his front, Li Chunhua finally saw what the thing was.

It was a thin booklet and looks very old, judging by the state of the cover.

But this was not what attracted her attention, but the prompt hovering inches above it, casting a faint light on the uncle’s face.

[S-Level Skill Scroll]

໒( ⊡ _ ⊡ )७

She rubbed her eyes, but the prompt was still the same. Woah...

"I know I’m handsome. You don’t need to look at my face." Mr. Fang had meant it for jesting after sensing her eyes were on his face, but unexpectedly the lady said something that made him almost suffer a heart attack.

"Yes, Uncle, you’re so handsome that even those deities felt shame looking at your face." Li Chunhua agreed right away and blew rainbow farts.

That’s an S-level skill scroll. Only a fool would choose not to bootlick! And she was no fool!

Mr. Fang: "..." What did she say?

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