Thriller Paradise

"Hey, don't you think this is strange?" Uncle Worthless was at ease in battle. He dropped this in the midst of launching a punch to force Zombie Blade Victor back.

"Huh huh…" Zombie Blade Victor's breathing was all over the place. He did not have the chance to catch his breath, much less answer the man's question. They had been fighting for about ten minutes. Zombie Blade King had used up everything he had. His Stamina Points had reached the end, but Uncle Worthless was unfazed. It was not looking good.

"After that sound explosion…" Seeing the lack of response from his opponent, Uncle Worthless mumbled, "The narration disappeared."

"Why…" Zombie Blade Victor suffered from tunnel vision since the battle started. He cared about nothing else other than the match before him. "Why are you still unscathed after taking on so many Level A fighting skills…" His eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets. "How did you do that!"

"Ah?" Uncle Worthless turned around to face Zombie Blade Victor. Rather ruthlessly, he said, "There is no reason for me to reveal that secret to you, is there?" He scratched his chin. "But today you are indeed a different person from the opponent I ran into last time."

"Hmph…because this is my real power!" Zombie Blade Victor replied.

"Oh…" Something dawned on Uncle Worthless. "I get it now. You didn't take the drug this time, did you?" He laughed. "Is it because you have something to prove?"

"I just want to win with dignity!" Zombie Blade Victor said darkly.

"Such a wishful hope." But Uncle Worthless did not laugh. If anything, his face took on a serious countenance. "You think you will regain your dignity by not cheating in the finals? Your level and equipment have all been obtained under the influence of the drug. That is an irrefutable truth. You are like an athlete that became dependent on drugs to force his way into the final. Did you think you would be on an even field with everyone else when you stopped taking the drugs for the finals? If you really thought that, you need a reality check."

Zombie Blade Victor's face was pulsing with veins from the accusation, but he had nothing to say to defend himself.

Uncle Worthless continued, "Actually, you are a good player. If you had not touched the drug, you would have been much stronger. Unfortunately, you have gotten used to playing the game under the drug's influence. Suddenly stopping the drug will mess up your nervous system." He shook his head and sighed. "To borrow an example…Your natural talent is like a high-grade manual sports car, and the drug your studio gave you is like a second-hand automatic car. Currently, you have decided to move from one car to another. Just think about it—what percent of the driving skill that you have not been practicing will you be able to show in the finals?"

"Even if everything you say is correct, I will die giving it my best." Zombie Blade Victor raised the halberd and jumped into the air and prepared for his last skill.

"Hmph…" Uncle Worthless scoffed. "I am not an opponent that you can easily beat with just your determination." He flipped his palm, and a gust of wind started to blow to form a windwall before him. The match would have ended after this moment. However, at that moment, two uninvited guests arrived.

"Gentlemen, please halt!" Two shadows appeared.

Phantom Dawn and Shiva arrived out of nowhere. The former used his hand to split Uncle Worthless's windwall into half, while the latter controlled the stone plate and used the special effect of 'Moon' to stop Zombie Blade Victor.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city...

"So you wish for us to have a temporary alliance?" Matcha Cookie asked Feng Bujue. By then, Brother Jue had released the girl, but he stayed within two meters of her. The threat was implied but not spoken. "Yes, are you interested?"

"What if I say I'm not?" Matcha Cookie replied with a smile.

"I can be very persuasive," Feng Bujue answered.

"Oh? Hah…" Matcha Cookie's eyes lit up with interest. "Try me."

"Xiao Tan, come over here." Brother Jue suddenly turned to Xiao Tan.

"Oh, what's up?" Xiao Tan bounced over to him.

"As long as you promise to work with us, after this thing is over, his points will be yours. I'll hand him over on a silver platter. You can do anything you want to him," Feng Bujue said seriously as he pointed at Xiao Tan.

"Hey!" Xiao Tan gasped. "How could you do something like that! And why would you say that when I am standing right here!"

"I am an open person," Feng Bujue said shamelessly. Xiao Tan narrowed his eyes and turned to Matcha Cookie. "Miss, how about we work together to kill him. After all, he has three points."

"Now that is a better suggestion." Matcha Cookie, of course, knew they were just joking. Even though she appeared calm, she was already thinking of how to escape. Feng Bujue naturally knew about that, but he did not point it out.

"By the way," Brother Jue told Matcha Cookie. "I am good friends with Autumn Zither from your guild. He should have mentioned me before, right?"

"Yes, he did." Matcha Cookie gave Brother Jue a side-eye.

"No wonder you have been looking at him with a mixture of condescension and fear," Xiao Tan added snidely.

Brother Jue ignored the jab and continued, "Then it's perfect. The friend of my friend is also my friend. That shall be the basis of our alliance."

"But Autumn Zither never said you two were friends." Matcha Cookie looked at Brother Jue.

"How…could...that...be..." Feng Bujue dragged the words out. "We were best buddies at first glance." The man was once again showing his immense ability at making up stories on the spot. "We're so close that we're on a nickname basis already. By the way, his nickname is Pikachu, and I am the mysterious trainer who is unwilling to reveal his name."

"Erm…How come your nickname is longer than your actual name? It does not work that way, you know," Xiao Tan pointed out. "And it obviously sounds like you made this up just now. You didn't even give up the chance to slip in a few chiding comments when referring to a person who is not here."

"Hmph…We're all clever people here. There's no need to play this duo show before me." Matcha Cookie turned serious. "There has to be a reason why you have sought out my help. This scenario is jam-packed with expert players, and if I have anything that I can offer you… it is definitely my mastery in workmanship." She paused. "Let's stop going in circles. What do you need from me? And what can you offer me in return? If the conditions are okay with me, I'm not against an alliance."