"Orgod! That bastard Orgod's here!"
"Brothers, if you're not confident, don't jump in. We've already lost a few Dragon Knight players. Let him pick up the scraps, and we'll all be in the red!"
"Yeah! This city might as well go to the NPC. Losing to him is worse than dying!"
The players on dragons around the arena were shouting.
Then, in perfect sync, they scattered, avoiding being caught in anyone's AOE attacks.
They had given up on challenging the Golden Dragon Knight, letting him quickly recover.
"So lively! Demon Emperor, Alexander, why aren't you two going up to challenge?"
Orson walked down to the arena, smiling broadly as he greeted a few old friends.
Demon Emperor forced a pained smile. "Just passing by while doing some quests. If you're planning to step in, our guild's mages could learn a thing or two."
Slaughter Spree and Blank exchanged a glance, muttering in unison, "Damn it."
"James, you're hiding behind a Titan Serpent's rear? Is that really necessary?"
Orson furrowed his brows and looked at James with a puzzled expression.
James stiffened, looking up and scoffing. "I don't like the crowd. Where I stand is none of your business."
"Oh? James, I was just thinking about inviting you for a drink," Bradley suddenly leaped out from behind the Titan Serpent, slapping James on the back with a mischievous grin. James nearly disconnected from the shock.
"You're too much… Just wait till I hit level 50, I'll settle the score!"
James gritted his teeth, furious, feeling like a warrior from Sword Soul Guild had been reduced to a laughing stock.
"Good spirit! I like you!"
Bradley wasn't offended at all, slapping James on the shoulder again.
"I… I'm so pissed off!"
James, the pampered heir of The Bruce Family, had never been humiliated like this. But now, he could only grit his teeth and endure.
Bradley had him twisted up online, and he could only fantasize about making up for it offline—especially with Orson, a monster who brought game feedback into reality, watching over. That mansion was a no-go zone for all The Bruce Family's assassins!
"Sell me that dagger." Blank looked at Orson and, without any hesitation, reached out for the Forbidden Magic dagger.
"Ah, too bad you're a bit late. Madman already took it," Orson shrugged, powerless to stop her.
"How much?" Blank wasn't giving up.
"It's free. He grabbed me by the neck and threatened me, and being the weakling I am, I had no choice but to comply," Orson smiled innocently.
Hearing this, Demon Emperor and Chén Fú froze.
"You're weak?" they thought, shaking their heads. Orson had killed people from the NUK region with a single swipe—if he was weak, who was strong in the US?
"Are you serious?"
Blank raised an eyebrow, and Orson chuckled. "Definitely serious. Let me tell you, he goes to the same waffle shop every morning. If you go there, you'll definitely run into him."
"Alright." Blank nodded seriously. Orson's smile was more mischievous than ever as he whispered, "You thought you could steal from me? Now you'll pay the price!"
Pfft…
Bradley, hearing this, nearly laughed out loud.
The last time Madman barely won through his trickery in the bloodthirsty arena, Blank had been seething with anger ever since.
Orson, a living legend from an ancient martial arts family in the US, knew Emma's skill firsthand. He couldn't imagine what Madman would face offline if Blank went after him.
"Hey, friends from the Lambert family, I take it you're here ready for a fight?" Orson said with a smile, glancing toward the city walls.
Orson's appearance didn't just rattle James and the others, but it also startled Alexander, who had been scared off last time.
"Damn…"
Alexander's heart sank when he saw that familiar face.
"Alexander, killing you is like slaying a chicken, but you, Orson, with your sewer rat tricks, won't get to enjoy it for long. You're nothing but trash! What abilities do you have other than using underhanded tactics?"
DonutWizard, like an angry dog, immediately barked at Orson.
"Is there space for someone like you to bark here? Excuse me."
Before anyone could react, the air rippled, dark clouds gathered, and an A-rank spell, Blizzard, crashed toward DonutWizard.
The caster was Orson's "non-blood disciple," ShatteredCrown.
"Fire Dragon Blaze!"
DonutWizard roared, and with a flick of his staff, a massive fire dragon shot out, meeting the ice dragon in midair.
With a hiss, the two attacks collided, nearly equal in power, but they both dissipated into the air.
ShatteredCrown taunted, "Oh? Looks like little Karami's made some progress."
DonutWizard had once been an SSR prodigy, the perfect replacement for Orgod.
ShatteredCrown, who considered himself Orgod's true disciple, had been at odds with DonutWizard for some time, and their clashes had been fierce, with each having their wins and losses.
Boom!
At that moment, a fiery dragon spear shot toward the city wall, embedding itself deeply.
"Wedge, get your men out of here. You're not worthy of trying to steal from my guild!"
The Flame Dragon Paladin, Empress, arrived, glaring coldly at Wedge.
"Seems like while I wasn't around, a lot happened between you two. How interesting," Orson remarked with a light laugh.
Bradley wiggled his eyebrows with a grin. "You don't know? I heard Wedge got her hands on a fortune, bribing a few bigwigs from Moonlight Guild. If the word hadn't leaked, she would have taken over the whole guild."
"She left SSR, got dumped by Dragon's Kiss Guild. Where did she get the money?"
Orson's eyes flickered, then he looked over at Alexander. With the kind of money to take over a rising top guild, it had to be the Lambert family pulling the strings.
In his past life, Alexander had been the Sword God, a force of nature with a single sword, but there had never been any connection to Wedge.
Orson couldn't help but entertain a bold thought.
Could it be…
Did Wedge sleep her way to the top, and even Sword God Alexander got caught up in it?
Alexander rubbed his temples, forcing a smile. "I heard there were experts gathering in Pondenorlin City, so I stopped by to see. If I'm in the way, I can leave right now."
"Alexander!"
DonutWizard yelled out in frustration, his face red. The big shot he relied on kept retreating, making him lose all face.
"Don't worry. Since you're here, I couldn't possibly ruin everyone's fun."
Orson grinned, looking around at the gathering experts. "Feel free to challenge the Golden Dragon Knight. I promise I won't interfere. In Pondenorlin City, only the capable can rule."