"..." Is this referring to him?
Ignoring everything else, Fang Hua continued walking inside and entered the preparation hall.
"Player 'Fang Rong' has entered the arena. Please select an opponent!"
The following is a series of battle information: 80 wins and 17 losses.
Huh? When did we win an extra game?
He only saw the winners and not the losers.
Not bad, not bad (*╰╯`).
Very satisfied.
As usual, there were still many people challenging him, but today seemed different. Usually, they were either around his level or several levels higher than him, but today, people at levels 40 or 50 were challenging him.
He didn't think much of it and accepted the first challenge as usual.
He has a quirk: he doesn't look at the data or the ranking; he accepts all challenges from the first person to challenge him.
Sometimes it's a high-level account that's several levels higher than him, making it extremely difficult to fight; other times it's a low-level account that's a few levels lower than him, which he can defeat in a few swift moves.
However, because of this quirk, people lined up to challenge him. I remember one person who couldn't get first place due to slow reflexes spent a lot of money to bribe others.
It was incredibly difficult to even get a chance to fight him.
The first place winner this time is a low-level god-tier account in the 50s. Although the Supreme Arena does not distinguish between big and small gods, everyone has made their own distinctions. Those below level 30 are invisible, those below level 50 are pink, and it is difficult to level up a character above level 50, so the titles have become more concise.
Levels below 60 are considered minor gods, levels below 70 are considered major gods, and as for level 80, it's just a battle between a few generals and marshals. Even if you have the ability, you wouldn't dare to interfere, because if they make things difficult for you, it would be a real loss.
Fang Hua's account is currently level 65, a true master. He was challenged by a junior master, but he was thick-skinned and accepted the challenge without saying a word.
The little god was still arrogant, saying, "Today we will punish you on everyone's behalf. Everyone in the game knows what you did."
"..."
Fang Hua thought carefully about what he had been doing recently.
It seems like nothing was done?
"Take this." Although the little god was arrogant, he was quite capable and had some tricks up his sleeve.
Soldiers are mostly upright and selfless, and they can't stand injustice, so their anger is even more powerful.
The two were skilled in using wood-attribute abilities and had the advantage of the terrain, so they competed in a lush forest.
Fang Hua has no requirements for the venue. He is a multi-attribute ability user, so he has an advantage no matter where he is.
Countless vines surged in from all directions, and the little god stood opposite him, looking at him arrogantly.
Fang Hua leaped into the air, assuming an attack stance. A flash of cold light appeared; he liked to use ice blocks as hidden weapons, and he could throw them with perfect accuracy.
The cold light stopped abruptly a step away from Xiao Shen. The vines from all directions had arrived first, binding him like a dumpling and hanging him high up.
The little god became even more smug, "I see you're nothing special, you still lost to me!"
The onlookers couldn't hold back any longer, "Idiot, he has multiple superpowers."
Only one type has been used so far.
Fang Hua burst into flames, burning away the vines, and jumped down from the height, knocking out the still smug person with a single punch—it was no challenge at all.
He left the ring immediately after finishing his fight. Fang Rong should have already prepared hairy crabs. He had eaten hairy crabs once before. When he worked at the seafood market, an old lady who washed dishes with him saw that he was alone and pitiful, so she brought him one. However, he was not lucky enough to eat it. When the crab was opened, there was no meat at all, just a little bit of roe, and it looked disgusting.
So we missed out, but even if Fang Rong's cooking is disgusting, we have to eat it; participation is what matters.
He had just left the ring when someone suddenly sent him a private message; it was Qiuyue Huaxing.
He clicked on it as usual, and Qiu Yuehua's private messages kept ringing.
"Didn't you want to see my brother? He's free now, do you want to come?"
Scrolling down reveals two more messages: "My brother is also very interested in you."
"Is he there? He's very busy; if he misses today, he probably won't have time."
"Yes, but your brother?"
Who is it?
“(||Д),” Qiu Yuehuaxing exclaimed in surprise, “Isn’t my brother the only marshal and general right now?”
"I don't know him." (=_=) "Why should I see him?"
How was your day?
Why are they all so strange?
Did I register with the wrong number?
He looked up at the ceiling. Wasn't that right?
"Holy crap, what's wrong with you?" Σ(っ°Д°;)っ Qiuyue Huaxing looked completely bewildered. "Have you lost your memory?"
Amnesia?
"Yesterday you praised me for being beautiful and charming, and hugged and kissed me. Now you're denying it?"
"……roll."
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