Chapter 401: His Majesty the World Emperor Piseel!

According to the tactic of sneaking attack and never facing a duel head-on, this taekwondo master should have actually kicked a low sweep and, without a word, blown Matsui-kun's head off.

But he saw the opponent never going all out, really not knowing their depth, so he didn't dare...

No, it's because he, as a generation's martial arts master, is naturally benevolent and unwilling to sneak attack, so he simply revealed his position!

Matsui might usually be timid, but today he was also riled up by the little Kalami downstairs sending dishes, and he showed not the slightest fear.

"Heh, arrogant Silla person, watch my strike!"

"—Whoever you are, take a bullet from my gun first!"

However, although both are level thirty, compared to him, this ordinary person who purely relies on clinging to others' thighs and leveled up by leeching experience, Ta Jiang Hu ultimately had a black band wrapped around his waist.

Therefore, in the next second, his gun barrel was dodged by that person's swift sidestep, and then they lifted their leg from below to deliver a kick.

This high kick, carrying a strong wind, was perhaps too fierce; even though Matsui protected his cheek with his arm at the last moment, he was still kicked flying away.

"Uwaaah~~~ (miserable)"

He used his own body to smash through five wooden cabinets before stopping, and a weak voice came from the scattered clothing.

"I'm fine!"

Now it was Ta Jiang Hu's turn to have his morale explode; he clasped his hands behind his back with a puff and stood proudly, saying arrogantly.

"Stupid EastJapan people, is that all you've got!"

To show off his might, he even used his toe to lift the fallen cross spear beside him, gripping it with both hands, intending to break it with his knee.

"Hi!"

……

Trembling as he lowered his leg, he then stuck the cross spear into the ground to use as a cane.

Straining to maintain a fierce look, he let out a loud shout as if venting something.

"Good! It's a pole divine weapon!"

"Are you a judge invited by the show crew? Do you need to evaluate whether my gun is good or not?"

ShanShang instantly flared up, saying this item was something he'd spent a lot of money to have the dwarf master Wei'er Mo custom-make, and it counts as his backup weapon.

So he stepped forward, pointed at Ta Jiang Hu's nose, and began to scold.

"You're stealing my stuff, right! Are you born a thief!"

This remark undoubtedly combined harm and insult, and now Ta Jiang Hu also got angry, waving his hand forcefully.

"Stealing? You brat, don't slander me—I've never stolen anyone's stuff! On the contrary, you, who likes to find excuses to barge into others' homes, are the thief!"

"Wow, you're really shameless!"

"Okay, okay, stop arguing—debating like this gets nowhere!"

Seeing the two start blaming each other with no intention to stop, the observer Ji Ming couldn't stand it and hurriedly stepped in to break it up.

"I see you're both pretty worked up; how about this—don't rush, let's just fight it out here, and whoever wins is right!"

【Ah? Master Savior, what kind of mediation are you pulling? The best way to settle an argument is just to let them fight, right!】

Ta Jiang Hu is ultimately an adult who's seen big winds and waves; he won't fall so easily for Ji Ming's goading tactic.

But isn't that a coincidence? The hot-blooded youth ShanShang is present, so before Hu Ge could even blame Ji Ming's ill intentions, he saw that masked youth draw the double blades on his back.

"ShanShang family's demon-slaying inheritor, please advise!"

"Tsk, what a brat!"

His caution certainly exists, but the strong all have their own confidence and arrogance.

"—We're all masters of the Yangyue Realm, top-notch players; why should I have to be lower than you!"

"If you like to get physical, then don't blame Uncle for bullying the small!"

Thus, driven by this mindset, Ta Jiang Hu, enveloped in a pale yellow aura, fearlessly fought with fists and feet and ShanShang's weapons, becoming a tangled mass.

ShanShang's skill need not be said; since he can bring his good friend up to level thirty, his martial arts certainly aren't just for show.

Those two katana are wielded quite beautifully; whether switching between offense and defense or moving in unison, the motions are neat and graceful, occasionally offering many little surprises and clever ideas.

But these were actually within Ji Ming's expectations; what surprised him more was seeing Ta Jiang Hu, who seemed overly stereotypical at first glance.

With this outfit and appearance, he turned out not to be a clownish comic relief role, but a martial artist who genuinely has some skills.

Moreover, although called a taekwondo master, his movements actually mix in many elements from other martial arts; at least such proficient hand techniques surely aren't original.

If we simply define this as 'stealing,' it would be biased; it's more appropriate to call it 'fusion,' the fruit of martial artists' long‑tempered pursuit of the path.

So……

Isn't Silla supposed to have universal conscription? How can such a talent be working for a completely unrelated Black king?

And while Ji Ming was pondering, the two had already fought from the stairs up to the upper platform, then slowly retreated back to the stairs in the fierce battle.

In the clash, Ta Jiang Hu's protective aura grew thin, and ShanShang's hands, affected by the hidden force, began to tremble uncontrollably.

Both sides were already at their limits; if they kept fighting, either our side would deteriorate and lose badly, or we'd force the opponent to reveal their trump card and start a grueling second round.

If it were merely a martial arts exchange, these two wouldn't matter at all—in fact, they could even hone themselves further—but now that it's a battle, neither wants to see that.

Thus, after another round of grappling, both sides simultaneously unleashed a heavy blow, then took the opportunity to widen the distance between them.

ShanShang wiped the blood trace from the corner of his mouth; in the scuffle, Ta Jiang Hu punched him in the chest, leaving a clear mark even on his armor.

On Ta Jiang Hu's back appeared a palm‑long gash, from his failing to dodge in time, a fierce slash from ShanShang that nearly split his spine.

Their strength was clearly evenly matched, and just as Ji Ming wondered whether they were preparing to decide the match with a ultimate move, ShanShang turned his head, his eyes filled with resolve.

"Wai Shu, the situation is urgent—let's kill him!"

Ji Ming:???

Turns out you're not stupid—I thought you really were going to fight to the death!

And seeing that the EastJapan ninja couldn't win and was resorting to underhanded tricks, Ta Jiang Hu planned to righteous‑ly gang up on him; of course he couldn't suffer that loss, so he took a deep breath and let out a long howl to the sky.

"Sen Zan! Yingwei! How long are you going to keep watching the show?"

But in the next second, a earth‑shaking, thunderous roar echoed above everyone's heads.

Then came a massive shock that could have toppled the whole tower; a pitch‑black figure actually smashed open the stone‑brick ceiling and crashed down onto this floor.

Considering that Gaul now has many people with darker skin, but Yuanwei is still relatively fair, this man must be the so‑called Sen Zan.

Moreover, judging from the colorful feather ornaments and painted patterns on him, he is likely a warrior from Africa.

So why does the moment Sen Zan, who is as famous as Yuanwei, appears, he ends up in a pitiful fall on all five limbs?

"Stop shouting, Grandpa… no, Grandpa jumps back spicy!"

After a bold surprise attack severely wounded Sen Zan, Yuanwei, delighted to be the old six, descended the stairs to this level, smirking proudly, then suddenly shut his mouth.

Because this twenty‑four‑year‑old, 1.8‑meter‑tall Sen Zan is a king of durability; despite the heavy blow, it didn't kill him on the spot.

Instead, amid the grating sound of cracking bones, he staggered up from the cracked ground.

He pulled his own jaw back with his bare hands, the big braised egg raised his spear and war shield, eyes reddened as he shouted angrily.

"Yuanwei, you damned traitor!"

Unfortunately, Yuanwei wasn't moved a iota by his words, and nonchalantly spread his hands.

"Don't stare at me like that; I haven't signed a contract with His Majesty Pi Sai Er yet, remember? I'm still in the trial period, and we agreed I could quit at any time."

But Sen Zan clearly didn't want to reason; Brother Zu An possessed him, he opened his mouth to curse and that was that.

"I knew we couldn't trust Gaul people; your integrity is as false as your backbone!"

"That's indeed not like you, a big, burly man who has to kowtow to others every day, bragging of bravery—what have you actually protected!"

"You!"

Unfortunately, although Sen Zan became the emperor's personal guard captain thanks to his astonishing martial talent, in essence he's a prenatal‑education dropout, a vocabulary‑poor illiterate comparable to a book‑burning scholar.

So even if he occupies the character 'li', Yuanwei's boundless sophistry still gave him a face… a black face and a thick neck.

And as a top student, Yuanwei seemed to relish bullying the fool, stroking the rounded hilt at his waist, letting out a series of giggling laughs.

"Nothing left to say, huh? I didn't even ask you for yesterday's wages, and you just… uh!"

But at this point, Yuanwei's victory proclamation suddenly halted as he stared at a suddenly appearing ring of black aura tightly coiling around his neck; everyone in the arena turned pale.

Moreover, the thing that shook their spirits wasn't just that; perhaps through training, the martial artists sensed a nauseating aura rapidly approaching.

Thump!

Without hesitation, the previously roaring Sen Zan suddenly knelt, reverent as a devotee who had beheld Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen.

Gathering power!

"Oh~~~"

Burst!

"My great father! Benefactor of Zu Lu! Protector of the church! Ruler of authority! The most powerful gu‑spell sorcerer in history! Black God! Invincible hero! Brave anti‑colonialist… please let me kneel and pray to you! Jean Pi Sai Er Joseph Kaka, the one‑in‑a‑million World Emperor His Majesty!"

Grandma's promised prenatal‑education dropout! This title is so long it has to be trimmed to avoid word‑count suspicion; are we sure this is a catchphrase an illiterate can remember!?

... Sen Zan, he only calls himself everyone's father; you wouldn't really be so filial that it's etched in your brain, would you?

But no matter the sarcasm, as his chant‑like spell praise rose, a pair of eyes and a curved white tooth actually manifested behind Yuanwei.

In the eyes, almost overflowing with fury, the teeth opened and closed.

"Yuanwei Temple! you damned rebel! How dare you defy the great World Emperor!"

Yuanwei tried to speak, to struggle, but the curse was too ferocious; it looked like smoke yet completely controlled him.

Moreover, although the Black Emperor seemed absurd, the surging magical energy fluctuation was genuine; the inescapable Yuanwei was blasted away by a powerful magical strike.

Had his ancestors not intervened in time, leaping to protect his descendant with a counter‑impact technique, he would have barreled straight through the wall and performed a spectacular aerial stunt.

Poor Matsui, just after using two bottles of healing elixir to regain mobility and struggling to sit up, was knocked back by some unknown thing that came at him.

And after personally defeating the traitor, the World Emperor Pi Sai Er, who had been hidden in darkness, stepped into the light.

... I have to say he's indeed very dark; even when fully illuminated, his facial features remain indistinct.

And perhaps because he truly aspires to be the eternal World Emperor of all directions, the outfit on Pi Ka Ka is absurd to the extreme.

Looking out, the royal defense is broken, the king's scepter changes hands; Gaul shouts, the imperial crown reappears; Jingluo rages, wearing a golden laurel; Huaxia struggles, wielding a twin‑dragon orb.

In short, any possible or impossible clothing or accessory that can be linked to 'power', he has equipped himself with entirely.

Like a strength‑obsessed RPG player, he only seeks high stats and hard effects; even a full set of women's clothing, he'd boldly put on with his hairy legs!

Anyway, this doesn't stop him from raising his voice, commanding the crowd like an awakened dragon.

"Petty invaders, kneel! The merciful emperor may spare your lives!"

As for why Pi Sai Er can wield such great power, and why his gear truly grants bonuses, it's due to an eternal truth—Krypton never loses.

Although theoretically Double Moon Struggle has no built‑in paid content, as the saying goes, where there are people there is the jianghu, and money can make ghosts turn the mill.

Since during the closed beta Howard could earn real money, hiring a batch of players to run the servers, now that the open beta has begun, of course one can obtain more resources through monetary transactions.

Thus within a short time, the trade between the two worlds expanded beyond hiring players and buying gear; in the corner where Ji Ming is too lazy to manage, real currency is almost exchanging with Sun Moon currency.

Therefore, using various means to plunder and amass wealth, and feeling powerless in reality, Pi Ka Ka poured all the money he scraped together into Double Moon Struggle, intending to rule the other world, unify Sun Moon, and reach the pinnacle of life.

What? You say that as the ruler of a small African nation, even if he squeezes the poor to death, his wealth is still less than Newro's Mr. Piao, and far behind second‑generation white‑eagle Howard; how can he be so confident?

Nonsense! Normal people…

Look at him; can a normal person outfit themselves like that?

—His Majesty is dreaming, children, be quiet!