Chapter 436: Top-tier Players Can't Sit Still, Enter the Arena to Place Bets

In the youth's clear, black-and-white eyes, there was no anger, no hatred, and no superfluous emotion of any kind.

He came from the 【Warring States World】 and was Ying Zheng, the King of Qinguo.

Abandoned by his biological father since childhood, he spent nine years as a hostage in Zhao Guo, suffering much humiliation, and had long since grown accustomed to the warmth and coldness of the world.

He held no expectations for anyone, not even for Lv Buwei, who had rescued him and brought him back to Qinguo, nor for his mother, with whom he had once huddled for warmth in times of crisis.

Therefore, even with Lv Buwei controlling the court, his biological mother and Lao Ai plotting to kill him to install a new king, the betrayal of his own younger brother, and the onlookers in the court waiting to see how the wind blew...

Nothing could shake his inner heart.

"Fortunately, Lao Ai and my mother ignore me, and Lv Buwei looks down on me, allowing me to learn the secret arts of various schools."

Ying Zheng looked at the clay figurine he had fashioned, sat upon its shoulder, and headed toward the village ahead.

Secret Art of the Yin-Yang School: Creation.

Although it was a secret art, it was the most superficial of minor tricks, a game used by the Yin-Yang School to amuse children while traveling the world.

It could consume energy to fashion rigid clay dolls.

Thus, even under the surveillance of countless people, Ying Zheng was able to learn freely.

And...

Without anyone knowing or noticing, he silently practiced this mischievous minor trick to an extremely profound level.

The clay figurine, which would originally shatter at a touch, was, once fashioned by him, as Sturdy as stone, capable of fending off enemies, and even more so, under his perfect control.

This talent,

if discovered by a Warlock of the Yin-Yang School, would absolutely be seen as heaven-sent, leading to his recommendation to the ancestors of the Yin-Yang School to become its next successor.

In fact, as long as Ying Zheng revealed even a hint of it,

whether it was Lv Buwei or his biological mother, who had sought a new lover, they would be overjoyed to send him out of the Qin Wang Gong and into the Yin-Yang School.

But from beginning to end, Ying Zheng said not a word.

What he wanted was not to be a successor to the Yin-Yang School, nor to be its leader, but to become a trainer of cranes.

Qinguo is a crane, the six states are cranes, the world is a crane...

The Samsara Game?

It was merely an unexpected joy; even without the favor of the Samsara Game, Ying Zheng had the confidence to rule Qinguo and sweep across the world.

However, it was, after all, a sudden great aid that could help him complete his plan ahead of schedule.

Within the dilapidated village,

a group of man-eating Yoma wandered.

Ying Zheng was expressionless, as if unaware of the danger, and controlled the clay figurine to step inside, making no effort to conceal the aura it emitted.

Tsunade was startled and said, "Is he crazy?"

Akainu, who had been looking on with worry, immediately laughed: "If he seeks his own death, he cannot blame others."

The top-tier players turned their gazes toward him one after another.

They had not expected that the potential player with the fastest-rising score would actually rush into a group of monsters to seek his own death.

One must know that these monsters were self-adapted based on the strength of the newcomers; even a super-strong life form like Shengzhu could only crush monsters of the same level by relying on the advantage of his demon bloodline.

Even Shengzhu could only flee in a panic when facing more than a dozen monsters at once.

The black-haired youth had actually chosen to meet them head-on.

Terumi Mei also sighed at the pity, shaking her head as she said: "His potential is good, but his temperament is too poor. Is it because of the monsters he hunted earlier that he has become arrogant?"

She had thought she had bet on a potential stock, but never expected him to seek his own death.

It seemed the Reward Points would go down the drain.

Whitebeard had a sharp eye and said: "There are actually two Abnormal Eaters; they are not ordinary Yoma."

The Demon Slayer Corps under his command had deep contact with the Claymore World.

Therefore, Whitebeard was also able to know the information about Yoma.

The Abnormal Eaters among them were a very special type of Yoma, with an astonishing appetite and strength far exceeding that of ordinary Yoma.

If the black-haired youth had had a chance to escape before, he now had no chance of escape at all in front of the two Abnormal Eaters.

This trial for the black-haired youth ended here.

Just as Whitebeard shook his head and wanted to withdraw his gaze, the clay figurine carrying the black-haired youth had already approached the front row of Yoma.

Pfft.

A Yoma's sharp claws pierced through a chest. It was another Yoma that had been pierced, not the clay figurine or the black-haired youth.

Blood rained down,

and the roars of the Yoma continued to ring out.

The thick, heavy legs of the clay figurine, however, were surrounded by a layer of emerald-green Qi, constantly drifting through the center of the Yoma group.

Under Ying Zheng's control, it was like a slippery loach, completely unable to be touched by the Yoma.

On the contrary, the Yoma, because there were too many of them, caused friendly fire when attacking each other.

Daoist School: Flowing Cloud Steps.

A superficial martial art used by the children of the Noble families of the Seven States to climb rockeries and lighten their bodies; it was best for outings and playful recreation.

According to the judgment of the Samsara Game, it did not even count as the lowest-level white skill.

But in Ying Zheng's hands, it was as if its quality had been improved by a 【Reinforcement Scroll】.

"Roar..."

The two Abnormal Eaters let out irritable roars, flanking from both sides and opening their thick arms to surround Ying Zheng in the center.

Foul-smelling saliva dripped down their chins,

and four sharp claws swung out almost simultaneously, firmly locking onto Ying Zheng on the shoulder of the clay figurine.

The monster was not stupid; it knew attacking the terracotta warrior was useless, as the one truly controlling it was Ying Zheng, so it struck with the intent to kill Ying Zheng on its shoulder.

Pfft.

Flesh and blood were torn apart, and four sharp claws shredded it to pieces.

The top-tier players watching the battle shook their heads repeatedly.

Tsunade said with regret: "No wonder he had the confidence; he was actually able to release the most inferior skill with such dexterity. If he were in the ninja world, he would definitely be a ninja who pushed technique to the limit, just like Namikaze Minato."

Aokiji was also slightly surprised, shaking his head in pity as he said: "If it weren't for the two Abnormal Appetite-havers, he really would have toyed with and killed this group of Yoma."

"Truly shocking potential and talent."

Akainu lowered his head, quietly contacting the Navy Alliance Information Department; he must recruit this black-haired New Player into the Navy.

Battles in the Pirate World are all wide-open and heavy-hitting, with every punch landing on flesh.

Even if there is some technique, it is very shallow.

A technique-oriented player like Ying Zheng is definitely the bane of players in the Pirate World; if he could be recruited into the Navy, he would be the number one lethal weapon in the internal strife of the Pirate World.

"Once he becomes my disciple, I must temper his temperament severely."

Akainu thought to himself.

Although his talent and potential are very strong, his personality is too impatient; he rashly attacked without even fully carrying out the most basic observation of the enemy's strength.

A hasty failure resulted in the inability to continue opening the welfare treasure chest of the New Player trial.

"Fake?"

The Abnormal Appetite-haver's eyes widened; the sensation of just tearing apart Ying Zheng was wrong—it wasn't flesh and blood, but hard terracotta.

Bang.

A large hole broke open in the chest of the terracotta warrior, and a pair of fair, delicate arms reached out, driving a blade molded from pottery clay through the head of one Abnormal Appetite-haver.

Although the other Abnormal Appetite-haver reacted, it could no longer pose a threat to Ying Zheng without its companion's help and was quickly killed by Ying Zheng.

In just a short moment, the Yoma of the entire village were killed and scattered.

Watching the expressionless, black-haired youth bending down to pick up the treasure chest, the top-tier players all revealed looks of shock.

"Was the one sitting on the shoulder just now a fake body?"

"No wonder he sat on the shoulder; this kind of crude Magic construct reveals flaws once it leaves the controller. In fact, the black-haired youth's true body had been hiding inside the terracotta warrior the whole time."

Hiding the true body inside the terracotta warrior and molding a fake body to confuse the enemy.

This kind of tactic is not rare.

What is rare is that,

The black-haired youth actually managed to deceive a group of top-tier players with a crude white-tier skill, to the point where none of them discovered the clues.

This kind of control, this kind of talent and attainment in Magic...

(End of this chapter)