My Players Are So Fierce

1051: 356.

After the Chosen Architect, the Chosen Martial Monk and the Chosen Swordsman followed closely_3

1051: 356.

After the Chosen Architect, the Chosen Martial Monk and the Chosen Swordsman followed closely_3

In the field of competitive sports, talent really is more important than anything.

As the sister and brother pair and their three jock disciples came to “fetch the bride,” Brother Cat also sauntered over with his distinctive Heavy Sword “Ranger,” first exchanging a greeting with Sister Pomegranate.

His attitude was still the same nonchalant one as before, but Brother Cat actually got along quite well with Bull Bull.

He wasn’t much older than Bull Bull and the three athletes; in fact, he was two months younger than Sister Pomegranate.

“Did Brother Cat also bring someone to join us?”

Catch Shrimp asked curiously,

“They say a master’s friends must be masters too, so did you bring a professional this time?”

“Uh, not exactly a professional.”

Brother Cat shrugged and said,

“An elder relative in Singapore, ten years my senior, but two generations ahead in seniority.

I learned swordsmanship from him for a while when I was a child.

I’ve always wanted to bring him into the game but never found the right opportunity until now.”

“Damn, and you say you don’t come from a family of practitioners?”

Khaki Tontita complained while holding his axe,

“The way you talk about your family sounds exactly like Bull Bull boasting in the dorm.

Don’t tell me you’ve also got a family swordsmanship tradition?”

“Uh, we truly don’t have that.”

Brother Cat rubbed his head and laughed.

After finishing his laughter he whispered,

“What my family passes down is the art of the knife…

the Pu Dao.”

“F*ck!”

All three student athletes cursed in unison.

Indeed, none of these guys who made a name for themselves in the game were simple.

“Sir Murphy is here.”

Catch Shrimp turned his head and whispered.

A group of young players quickly formed a circle around Sir Murphy, who emerged from the darkness, engaging him in enthusiastic conversation, and the Vampire Governor casually inquired how everyone been doing recently, just like before.

He performed the lively NPC character perfectly.

Actually, Murphy sometimes wondered, if there really was a skill in this world known as “NPC Acting,” then he would certainly be among the best in that field.

Now that the time had come, Murphy expertly performed Otherworld Summoning; Spiritual Energy threads were intricately woven into human forms, and in just a few seconds, four men materialized inside the empty Midnight Room.

The two younger ones looked around with curiosity, and upon spotting Bull Bull, they immediately ran over with joy on their faces.

The two older men were more composed.

They sized each other up in the dimly lit room.

The Wrist Master moved his pain-free legs, feeling the incredibly lifelike environment, and noticed the tall, distinguished-looking man beside him.

His martial artist’s Perception told him that this man might be a fellow practitioner.

And the Fireworks Beef Bowl also observed the man beside him, whose hair was somewhat grey but stood as straight as a deeply rooted pine tree, revealing he was of the same age.

After a brief period of observation, he took the initiative to greet with a fist and palm salute, saying,

“May I inquire where you’ve learned your skills, sir?”

“Foshan, just some random practice of the forms.

How about you, brother?”

“Oh, I’m from Nanyang, but my ancestors are from Jiangxi.

Are you also invited by an incompetent younger to try your hand here?”

Seeing the two elders starting to hit it off, Bull Bull and Brother Cat couldn’t help but step forward, urging the two professionals to meet Sir Murphy first – might as well get the main quest before anything else.

Following the standard procedure for newcomers entering the game, after collecting the Calculating Pearl and the Spiritual Energy dog tag from the administration, Bull Bull planned to take Teacher Li to level up while familiarizing him with the controls.

However, he overheard Teacher Li asking in a puzzled tone,

“Did you guys say yesterday that you need to change jobs in this game?”

“Yeah, you need to find the job change items first.”

Bull Bull explained,

“But my sister has a copy of the ‘Gale Fist’ manual; reading it would allow you to change your job to a Martial Monk apprentice.”

“Martial Monk apprentice?

That’s not right.”

Teacher Li fumbled with the interface that his Calculating Pearl conjured, expressing his confusion,

“But this thing is showing that I’m already a Martial Monk, look!

Level 1 Freestyle Sect Intention Form Fist disciple, with character traits like ‘Fist and Kick Master,’ ‘Body Follows Heart,’ and ‘Traceless Step.’ Is there an error with the data?”

“…”

Bull Bull remained silent, his face expressionless.

He turned to glance back at Brother Cat, famous in the game as the “Sword Saint,” who was also sporting a look of frustration.

His elder “started off” with the “Weapon Expert” profession by default.

Although it didn’t specify a school of practice, this was already enough proof of the high caliber of the two newcomers.

The fact that people skilled in the real world could kick off their game in Another World with a “natural hand” was a bit of a face-losing situation for their younger counterparts.

“How about we start a Guild?”

Sister Pomegranate, who faced the situation with numb claws, was quick on the uptake.

She turned to the others and suggested,

“Let’s form the Transylvania Martial Arts Association.

It would facilitate future exchanges and learning among fellow practitioners, and given the current situation, I reckon ‘martial arts prodigies’ will be plenty.

Better to prepare ahead.”

“That name is way too un-game-like,”

Shouted Catch Shrimp, swinging his fists,

“When we wander the world of martial arts, we need a name that rings loud and clear.

Why not call it ‘Shadow Trace Sect?’ Teacher Li as the Sect Leader, Master Yang as the Elder, and everyone else as senior disciple brothers.”

“Get lost!

You’re not even a panda person…”

“But I can hold my liquor, you know?

Maybe I’ll learn Drunken Fist in the future.

Speaking of which, does this Continent have a Drunken Fist Sect?

There should be one, right?”