Chapter 105: The Death Spirit Sword Takes the Stage

After the dice rolled several times on the ground, it finally came to a stop. Dead Spirit Sword looked at the face that was showing and said to the opposing White Shadow and his group, “I’ll face Freedom. Who’s going to step up on your side?”

“Kill them, Dead Spirit Sword!”
“We want blood!”
“Dead Spirit Sword is so handsome!”
“I crossed half the globe just to see Dead Spirit Sword!”
“Go, Dead Spirit Sword! We love you!”
“We love you, Dead Spirit Sword!”
“You’re too handsome, Dead Spirit Sword!”
“Look over here! We’re right here!”
“Wow! He looked this way! So cool!”
“Truly a rare beauty in this world!”
“Absolutely stunning!”
“Please turn around!”
“So handsome, Dead Spirit Sword!”
“Please don’t kill White Shadow! He’s handsome too!”
“You heartbreaker!”
“I like both of them!”
“Your drool is dripping!”
“That’s annoying!”
“Enough noise! Dead Spirit Sword is taking the stage!”
“Go Dead Spirit Sword, we love you!”
“Love you, Dead Spirit Sword!”
“Love you!”
“Dead Spirit Sword!”
“Dead Spirit Sword!”
“Dead Spirit Sword!”
“Dead Spirit Sword!”

...

A massive influx of female fans for Dead Spirit Sword had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. On one side of the audience, they even unfurled banners emblazoned with mushy phrases like “We support you,” “Love you, Dead Spirit Sword,” and “I want to marry you.” Just as the pale-faced fellow had suggested, he was here for fame, participating in this dark and countless tournament to boost his popularity. Judging from this competition, Dead Spirit Sword’s renown was considerable worldwide.

“It seems the fan club of Dead Spirit Sword has arrived at the tournament site. Judging by the atmosphere, his popularity is indeed very high! The female fans on stage have even pulled out banners—such crazed fandom!”

As Dead Spirit Sword ascended the arena platform, the cheers from the crowd swelled in waves. Many female fans tossed their most prized possessions toward the stage. Some, caught up in their frenzy, even stripped off their outerwear and hurled it with cries of “I love you,” a scene almost unbearable to behold.

Some went even further—certain female fans took off their shorts, kissed them, and flung them fiercely onto the stage. Their love for Dead Spirit Sword was beyond words; even sacrificing their most precious belongings couldn’t express their adoration enough.

“This noise is unbearable! A bunch of ignorant brainless fans! What do you think this place is?” Zhang Yang covered his ears and shouted in rebuke at the loudest areas in the stands. He hadn’t expected Dead Spirit Sword to be so popular—he was furious. Couldn’t anyone focus on the competition? What kind of people were these? So embarrassing...

Just as Zhang Yang was loudly complaining to the crowd, Dead Spirit Sword suddenly approached the edge of the platform and shouted down to him, “Hey, you disfigured guy over there, you’re up for this round! Standing around must be boring, right?”

“What...!”

“Called it right,” Feiyan, standing behind Zhang Yang, resonated with Dead Spirit Sword’s words. “You heard that, big guy? Everyone calls you that, not just me.” He moved closer to Zhang Yang, pulling him aside before telling Dead Spirit Sword, “I’ll go. I said before that if the toss landed on Freedom, I’d be the one to step up.”

“Let me go instead. You’re not healed yet. Better rest on the sidelines,” White Shadow stepped forward to stop Feiyan. “Just get yourself in top form before the finals. Leave the rest to me.”

“To be honest, White Shadow,” Feiyan glanced at him, noticing something, “you’re just trying to find out that smoke secret! You’re way too eager!”

“Wait a minute, did you hear what that guy just called me? I’m not just going to stand here and take it! He called me disfigured! Can you believe that? I’m going up and settling this pretty boy once and for all!”

“That’s only fair!”
“Looking for a fight, shorty? How dare you say that!”
“Come on then!”
“Not scared of you!”

“Enough fighting! I’m the one who has to go on for this round!” As soon as White Shadow said this, he noticed four pairs of fierce eyes glaring at him with hostility. Not willing to back down, White Shadow returned their glare fiercely. He had to uncover the secret of the white smoke. Regaining even a fraction of his former strength, even if momentary, would be enough to tackle some thorny problems. Since the little one was already dead, the only ones who might hold the secret to that white smoke were Dead Spirit Sword and Ba Ye, mentioned before death. So facing Dead Spirit Sword, he couldn’t let go. Even if the chance was one in ten thousand, he had to try. After staring at those relentless eyes for a moment, White Shadow sighed and waved his hand at the two stubborn men. “Fine, let’s decide by rock-paper-scissors.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”
“What’s rock-paper-scissors?”
“This is paper, this is scissors, and this is rock,” Zhang Yang and White Shadow explained to Feiyan, who didn’t understand. “Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, paper beats rock. Got it? Though beginners usually just throw rock!”

“Zhang Yang, don’t fool him!”
“I’m just giving an example. Alright, let’s start...”

“What are these three guys doing? They’re stealing all the spotlight. Seriously...” Dead Spirit Sword, a little annoyed on stage, ignored them, while White Shadow, Feiyan, and Zhang Yang started playing rock-paper-scissors below.

“Rock... scissors... paper! Rock... scissors... paper! Haha, I win!”

“Wait!” Feiyan grabbed Zhang Yang’s arm and warned, “You cheated just now!”

“You... you’re a beginner, how do you know such technical terms?”

After more than ten rounds of rock-paper-scissors, Zhang Yang finally emerged victorious. Rubbing his slightly sore arms, he clenched his fists and strode up to the arena platform. He chuckled, “Rock-paper-scissors is my specialty. Shorty, you don’t stand a chance.”

“Kill that guy, no problem!”
“That guy’s ugly as hell!”
“Dead Spirit Sword, you have to take him down!”
“We support you!”

...

Seeing Zhang Yang smiling as he stepped onto the stage, Miss Xingmeng of the commentary team addressed the packed audience. “The fighters from Qin Xiaochuan’s team are truly determined. To win the chance to compete, they even resorted to rock-paper-scissors. After more than ten rounds, Zhang Yang finally won and is now on the arena stage. The exciting match is about to begin...”

Meanwhile, on the other side of Fairy Island, at the previous arena, Xia Dan, Su Su, Fan Fan, Jing Chu, and Feixue had been waiting in the stands for over half an hour.

“Are you sure it started at 9 o’clock? Xia Dan, it’s already 10:30. Why is no one here yet? Could they have changed the time?”

“No, it’s definitely today. I clearly remember it starts at 9 in the morning.”

“Then why is no one here? It’s been half a day!”

“Are you sure this is the place, Fan Fan?”

“I drank a lot yesterday, but I think I heard White Shadow say they might’ve moved the venue!”

“Moved? Where to?”

“No idea. Do you know, Jing Chu?”

“I drank too much last night. I’m still dizzy. Do you guys know?”

Watching Jing Chu keep pressing her temples, Su Su suddenly stood up. “Let’s find it by sheer willpower!”

“Since no one knows, Su Su’s the boss after all. She’s got an idea. ‘It’s somewhere on this island. Let’s look together. Such a big arena—I refuse to believe we can’t find it.’”

“Oh my god! What should we do?”

...

Back at the arena, Zhang Yang was already on stage.

“As Zhang Yang enters, Dead Spirit Sword is already prepared. Look closely, what is he holding? This sheer, translucent veil that Dead Spirit Sword gently lifts looks as delicate as a cicada’s wing. Draped over his head, it’s absolutely stunning. No wonder so many girls adore him—it’s like he’s shrouded in a layer of light and shadow, utterly captivating. What is Dead Spirit Sword planning to do next? Let’s watch.”

“What an ugly face,” Dead Spirit Sword muttered, staring at Zhang Yang’s long, narrow face. He gently brushed the silk veil off his own head. The silk floated as if alive, drifting in the air, swaying with the breeze. Seeing Dead Spirit Sword’s casual elegance on stage, the female fans went wild again, blowing kisses nonstop.

Fueled by the fans’ enthusiasm, Dead Spirit Sword performed a few graceful spins before wrapping the silk veil around himself. The way he waved the light fabric was mesmerizing, as if caressing a blossoming cloud dress. His movements were smooth and flowing, the silk swirling around his body. While elegantly playing with the veil, Dead Spirit Sword smirked at Zhang Yang and teased, “Come on over! I’ll make you disappear right away!”

“You damn guy, always bragging about your looks! It’s infuriating!” Zhang Yang snapped back. Though he’d always been insecure about his long, narrow face, hearing Dead Spirit Sword call him ugly out loud was worse than getting slapped in public. Blood rushed to his head; he lost all reason and wildly raised his spirit sword, charging forward in a frenzy, completely provoked. “Watch me cut you down, bastard!”