Chapter 209

The United States, the Adams family's secret private island.

The sun shone brightly, a light sea breeze stirred.

Beside the massive pool, the deafening roar of heavy metal music still pounded wildly.

Yet.

Watanabe Junichi, sitting on the edge of the sofa, felt icy cold all over.

He was utterly confused, his expression tense.

A young man from the Adams family whispered something into Carter's ear.

Watanabe clearly saw Carter's previously lazy, arrogant smile freeze, then slowly darken.

"Gulping…"

Watanabe couldn't help swallowing hard.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest like a drum.

Something's happened.

Something definitely happened.

Could it be…

Has Longguo broken another record again?

No!

Impossible!

Watanabe Junichi frantically comforted himself in his mind.

The Breaking of the Dragon's Grave Snowfield was just Longguo getting lucky.

Could they possibly get lucky twice in a row?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Just then.

Carter turned his head and fixed Watanabe Junichi with an utterly cold gaze.

"Mr. Watanabe."

"You look rather nervous, don't you?"

"Why are you sweating so much?"

Hearing Carter's question,

Watanabe Junichi jerked violently.

He quickly raised his hand and frantically wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"N-no! No no!"

"My lord Carter, you're joking—how could I possibly be nervous?"

"It's just… today's sun on this island is just too brutal…"

"Yes, too hot, so I'm sweating a bit…"

Watanabe Junichi swallowed hard.

He tried to change the topic that was suffocating him.

"That… My lord Carter, has something happened?"

"Could it be that those foolish, death-seeking worms of Longguo have provoked the Adams family again somewhere?"

Hearing this,

Carter's eyes narrowed slightly, a flash of extreme contempt crossing his gaze.

"Mr. Watanabe."

"I must correct you: you, and your backroom kingdom of Ying, are merely a dog the Adams family keeps."

"So please do not use the word 'we' in front of me."

"You are not worthy to represent the Adams family."

This merciless humiliation

Was like a loud slap, striking Watanabe Junichi's face hard.

But how could he dare to object even slightly?

Years ago, when the demonic creatures launched a massive invasion and the world had just begun to transform, Yingguo nearly perished under the demonic tide.

The United States descended like a god, invincible, crossing the ocean to forcibly pull Yingguo back from the brink of annihilation.

Although since then,

Yingguo had completely lost its dignity and become a dog of the United States.

But that history, the deep-seated, bone-deep fear of the United States' overwhelming power, remained vividly clear.

Moreover,

He was currently on the Adams family's private territory.

One word from Carter, and he wouldn't even know how he died.

Watanabe Junichi nodded frantically:

"Yes yes yes!"

"My lord Carter is absolutely right!"

Watching Watanabe's abject, groveling demeanor,

Carter's lips curled slightly, clearly savoring the feeling.

He changed the subject:

"But you're right about one thing—this is indeed related to Long Xu Ban."

Hearing this,

Watanabe Jun'ichi leapt to his feet from the sofa.

He waved his fists, furious:

"Bakā! These life-threatening little clowns of Long Xu Ban!"

"How dare they! How dare they provoke the great Adams family!"

"My lord, rest assured!"

"Once we enter the Ten Nations Arena, I'll make sure our Oni Corps strips every last scrap of flesh from these Long Xu Ban scum—let them know the fate of angering the Adams family!"

Watanabe Jun'ichi cursed with fierce intensity.

As if only through this near-mad display of loyalty could he conceal his deep inner unease.

Yet.

Carter merely stared at him and said slowly:

"Just now, Long Xu Ban broke another record—Desert God Temple, 1 minute 35 seconds."

"..."

Watanabe Jun'ichi's expression froze.

Of course...

Broken again...

And what the hell is 1 minute 35 seconds?

Everyone breaks records by seconds—you people of Long Xu Ban break them by tens of minutes at a time?

How are we supposed to play this game?

Carter watched him silently, his expression turning cold.

He had reported to the higher-ups just yesterday that Ying had broken three Long Xu Ban records.

And now, the next day, two of those three were reclaimed—and by such a staggering margin.

Where could he save face?

Was he to become a laughingstock of the family from now on?

Thud!

Without hesitation,

Watanabe Jun'ichi slammed both knees hard onto the floor.

"My lord Carter! My lord, please listen to my explanation!"

He clung desperately to Carter's leg, howling like a stray dog:

"This is definitely exploiting a loophole—Long Xu Ban people are a race that thrives on loopholes!"

"It's not my fault, my lord..."

"You must know, I, Watanabe, and our Great Ei Empire, our loyalty to the United States, to the Adams family, is as clear as sun and moon!"

Carter lowered his head and took a deep breath.

Then, a cruel smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Enough, Lord Watanabe."

Carter raised his foot and kicked Watanabe Jun'ichi squarely onto the ground.

"You still have one record left."

"It seems my offhand joke from yesterday is about to come true."

Carter looked down at him, his voice dark:

"You'd better pray Long Xu Ban doesn't take back your last record."

"Otherwise, you'll have to perform your country's traditional art—seppuku. To be honest, I'm quite curious."

"Hahahaha..."

After saying that.

Carter paid him no further attention.

Instead, he turned his head and gave the young family messenger who had brought the news a cold glance.

"Watch him."

"Yes, my lord."

The young man bowed respectfully.

Carter snorted coldly and turned away.

"No—!!!"

"My lord Carter! Please, give me one more chance!"

Watanabe Jun'ichi wailed.

His pleas echoed by the pool, but were instantly drowned out by the deafening music of celebration.

He knew well.

If Long Xu Ban had broken only one record, it might still be luck.

But now, having broken two in a row, it proved they had a high probability of breaking a third.

And he himself—was surely finished.

Meanwhile.

The supreme academy of Ying Nation.

Inside the luxurious restaurant exclusive to the Ghost Gods.

The members of the Ghost Gods, hailed as the strongest prodigies in Ying Nation's history, along with their team leader Inoue Yu.

All sat in their seats.

The long table was laden with extraordinarily lavish dishes.

Yet.

In the vast restaurant, not a single person lifted their chopsticks.

Just moments ago.

They received the news.

The record of the Desert God Temple has also been broken by Long Nation.

1 minute 35 seconds.

A record that inspired utter despair.

"Click-click-click…"

Shinonome Kyō gripped his smartphone screen so tightly it seemed ready to shatter.

On the screen was Long Nation's glaringly bright clearance message.

Crack!

With a sharp snap, the phone was utterly destroyed.

This was an unforgivable humiliation!

Why?!

Their professions were all SSS-ranked, and they trained day and night.

To beat Long Nation's previous record, Tiancao Zongyilang even stayed awake for three straight days and nights, barely edging ahead.

Now, in an instant, Long Nation has shattered the record to a level they cannot comprehend.

And not just once—twice in a row!