Chapter 63: I, the Worst in the Venue, Became the Strongest in the Venue

Oh my god! C Zishu, you're so awesome!

After the Ganjiang couple disappeared for a few seconds, Shuigu Tang broke the silence, frantically patting Chen Shicheng's shoulder and exclaimed.

We just parted this morning, and by evening you're already standing tall? What's the deal? Did you hide your strength last night? You didn't go all out; if you'd been this fierce earlier, you might have killed that pervert last night—would I still have to worry?

But anyway, you managed to scare off those two disgusting guys, which counts as letting me vent—I've hated them for a while; if I couldn't beat them together, I'd have spat in their faces.

"Ouch," Chen Shicheng looked at Shuigu Tang, who was patting his shoulder with all his strength, and was somewhat speechless.

Indeed, those two were friendly a year ago, but then they somehow got a pair of magic treasure flying swords, their power surged, and they completely changed—always pointing and gossiping at gatherings, making it seem like everyone has to listen to them.

A man wrapped in a headscarf stood up, complaining while extending his hand: "Let me introduce myself—I'll go by Arrogant Nine Heavens, or better keep formation and call me Chen Long; I'm level 13 now."

Following his self-introduction, the few elderly people who had been silent from the start also stood up, shook hands with Chen Shicheng, and likewise changed their callsigns while keeping formation.

In order of appearance, they were Chen Long level 13, Si She level 12, Wu Ma level 13, Wei Yang level 11; among them, the newcomer Mao Tu, the elder Wei Yang, and Shuigu Tang were female, while the rest were male players.

After everyone had finished introducing themselves, they all turned their gaze to the sole person who hadn't spoken.

"Why are you all looking at me? I like eating Shuigu Tang; I won't change my name! I'm sticking with this name, and I'm level 11 now."

Seeing everyone's eyes on her, Shuigu Tang hurriedly hid behind Chen Shicheng, adopting a defiant, rather-die-than-yield posture.

"Fine, don't change it then—this isn't a hard rule." Chen Long quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "The elder has stated his level; now the newcomers should introduce themselves."

Saying that, he glanced at the timid Mao Tu, gesturing for her to go first.

In the midst of the circle of big shots, as a newcomer, Mao Tu felt embarrassed saying, "I've only just entered the game not long ago; I'm only level seven now."

"I'm level nine; I entered the game seven months ago."

"I'm the same as him—also level nine; I entered the game a year ago."

The remaining two newcomers, Chou Niu and Yin Hu, quickly followed suit, each stating their level and when they joined the game.

Now, among those present, only Chen Shicheng hadn't revealed his level, and everyone subconsciously turned their gaze toward him.

"Master Zishu's level must be really high, right?" Mao Tu said with an admiring expression.

"That's for sure, let me tell you, sis."

Perhaps Mao Tu's soft voice triggered Chen Long's strange attribute; before Chen Shicheng could speak, he began showing off his erudition and versatility.

"Did you see this slash mark on the ground? You also felt the illusion of a blade approaching your body, right?" He crouched, scraping his finger across the table's broken edge, "And there's also the smoothness of the table's cross-section."

"I've been in the game this long, and I've only seen this level of attack on high-level wild monsters—that monster was a level 16 sword cultivator, and it took our whole team dying three times or more to wear it down." Chen Long roughly estimated the damage from the two attacks, looked up at Chen Shicheng, and said confidently, "I'd bet the second half of my life's 'sexual' bliss on it—Master Zishu's level is at least 15. Am I right?"

Faced with his guess, delivered with deliberate emphasis, Chen Shicheng smiled without answering, completely unsure how to respond.

How could he possibly respond to that? Tell me how to reply! As the lowest-level player in the room, even the soft-spoken Mao Tu is one level above him—if he said it out loud, he'd lose face completely.

Moreover, as a man, he knew just how terrifying Chen Long's bet earlier was!

That's the second half of his life's 'sexual' bliss at stake—in this xianxia-themed world, who could guarantee the bet won't come true? No fear of ten thousand, just fear of the one chance; if he really spoke the truth, and Chen Long actually lost his 'sexual' bliss, wouldn't he hate him to death?

Moreover, Chen Long confidently claimed that such an attack level is only seen on level 16 Golden Core Stage sword cultivators; if he actually said he was only level 6, what would others think? Either he's lying,

or the power of the Primordial Relic on him is heaven-defying.

The principle of not flaunting wealth has been passed down for thousands of years—it's certainly not idle talk; it's golden words of wisdom!

So Chen Shicheng simply ignored the all-knowing Shuigu Tang behind him, who was trying hard not to laugh while trembling all over, chose to avoid answering, and merely gave a mysterious smile, letting them guess on their own.

"See? I told you so!"

Chen Shicheng's expression gave Chen Long a mistaken signal, making him immediately convinced his guess was right; he smugly sidled up to Mao Tu and said, "Master Zishu is definitely the strongest among the second batch of players to enter the game!"

"What about the first batch, then?" Chou Niu, who had been trying to stay invisible, asked curiously.

Chen Shicheng glanced at Chou Niu out of the corner of his eye, inwardly giving him a million thumbs-up; he also wanted to know where his currently grotesquely abnormal attack power would place him among all players.

Beside them, Yin Hu and Mao Tu also looked curiously at Chen Long, who was flaunting himself recklessly.

Feeling Mao Tu's gaze, he immediately spoke as fast as if he'd been injected with chicken blood: "Everyone knows the game had three closed-beta versions, each admitting a batch of players. As the earliest batch to enter three years ago, though few in number, their levels almost all broke through 15, reaching the Golden Core Stage, and later players called them the Ancient Great Gods—each one terrifyingly strong."

"As for Master Zishu's strength," Chen Long glanced at Chen Shicheng's face, hesitated, and said, "Among the first batch of Ancient Great Gods players, his attack power isn't the strongest, but it's probably in the middle range."

"Impressive, he actually surpassed them later!"

"If Master Zishu breaks through level 15, he'd outright be the strongest player!"

At this moment, not only did several newcomers look up to Chen Shicheng in admiration, but even the veterans over level ten had looks full of respect in their eyes.

Seeing Chen Long lift him up so high, the situation was becoming harder to control; to avoid embarrassment if the truth came out, Chen Shicheng hurriedly changed the subject.

"Alright, everyone will eventually reach level 15, so let's stop talking about this and see whether to continue this trade."

He somewhat embarrassedly pointed to the gathering spot destroyed by the blade aura.

(End of chapter)