"Do-jin?"
Happy was not very familiar with this name, but when he heard that the person said that he came from Goryeo, he instantly smiled coldly and looked in the direction of the voice. There were too few elites that Goryeo could bring out, and the only one who had any weight was Bright Sword Sect.
"I am Do Jin from Goryeo's Bright Sword Sect. I have long since heard of the might of the strongest player in the Chinese server, and I came from afar. I hope that you will not be stingy with your teachings."
A light whistle rose, and a figure with extraordinary body movements flew over the crowd on the mountain path. While he was on the way, he would occasionally use the Shaolin Temple disciples' shoulders or heads for support. While he flew, he might have been incredibly elegant, but he still caused quite a number of people to cry out in surprise and anger.
Even Happy could not help but frown a little when he saw the fearless manner in which the man approached him.
There were plenty of arrogant people in the Chinese plains, but the only person who dared to be so presumptuous and fearless in front of Shaolin Temple's martial arts disciples might be this stupid Korean.
Crouch!
Even though Do Jin was arrogant, he liked to show off a lot.
The person at the back of the crowd used the last bit of strength to jump high into the air. He somersaulted a few times in the air before he landed steadily on the empty ground across from Happy in an incredibly elegant manner.
He held his longsword and stared at Happy's face with a cold and arrogant gaze.
It had to be said that the people of this country were quite talented in acting. If there were normal female players present, it would not be difficult for the latter's flashy entrance to elicit some ignorant screams.
But what a pity …
This is the Shaolin Temple.
All the people in the area were men, and the only woman might be Xu Xin, who was standing in the pavilion behind Happy. At that moment, she was staring at the conceited brat with a strange gaze.
The expected shocking effect did not appear …
Instead, countless gazes of suppressed anger were focused on him.
"…"
When Do Jin sensed that the atmosphere around him was a little out of his expectations and that his opponent was also looking in the direction of the mountain path with an incredibly strange gaze, he felt a little embarrassed. He thought that Happy did not know about his fame, and he raised his chin arrogantly.
"Goryeo's Do Jin, one of the people on the International Influential List."
"Just say the first four words." Happy finally looked away and said with a smile, "It hasn't been long since the Prophet's ranking board was released. You're in a hurry to use his ranking board to show off your positions … It's not as well-known as thunder to the ears."
"Haha!!"
The grave expressions of the Shaolin Temple disciples who were originally shocked by Do Jin's name disappeared, and they laughed loudly.
Do Jin was not an idiot. There was no way he could not hear the mockery and ridicule in Happy's words. He pointed his longsword forward. "Enough with the nonsense. Today, I came to fight you. Do you dare accept my challenge? Just one sentence!! "
"Today is the day we kill people to offer wine. I'll agree to it no matter how many people come. Since you're someone invited by Class One Hall, then where is Dream Clouds? She only sent you here, but she's not going to show herself? Or are you afraid to appear in front of me? "
Before he finished speaking, a cold and awe-inspiring voice came from the crowd.
"There's no way Dream Clouds would not show up when Happy asked her out."
Countless people looked over, and they saw Dream Clouds, who was fully armed, walk out of the tunnel where the crowd had parted for her with graceful steps. More Class One Hall members surged up the mountain path behind her.
"Hiss …" The Shaolin Temple disciples sucked in sharp breaths.
"What's going on today?"
Hundreds of Class One Hall elites appeared at the same time in Mount Song Shaolin Temple. When Wei Zhentian, an elite on the International Great People Rank, appeared in Mount Song Shaolin Temple, they only felt that it was strange, and they were immersed in the fight between two top-class elites.
But now …
Even Class One Hall's master, Dream Clouds, had personally appeared, and with her was Do Jin, a famous elite who claimed to be on the International Influential Rank of the Strong.
Then, they remembered Happy's words about killing people to offer wine.
When they connected the fact that Class One Hall was fighting against Mu Clan and the four sects in the north, quite a number of people sucked in sharp breaths, and they quietly sensed a hint of what was going on.
There was a high chance that …
Class One Hall had led a large group of people to Shaolin Temple. Did they want to fight against Happy and fight to the death?
When they thought of this, many people knew that Shaolin Temple might repeat the same mistake that happened during the emperor's birthday — blood dyed Mount Song red!
…
"Clan Master Happy, I only came here to ask you one question."
Dream Clouds also walked into the area and stood in front of Happy.
Happy did not see the high-spirited and awe-inspiring look he had in his previous life on Dream Clouds' face. In its place was an indifference that suppressed madness.
"This time, just how far does Mu Clan intend to go?"
As expected of the leader of the greatest sect in the north. Even if she had died multiple times in front of Happy, her words still contained a fierce and awe-inspiring air.
"Hall Master Dream, your words are a little off."
Happy took a step forward in a nonchalant manner.
"All of this is indeed my plan, but an honest person does not do anything underhanded. Hall Master Dream, did you set up a trap on the way back from the four sects so that you could line the road to send us off?"
"You —"
"It's best if I don't say anything unnecessary."
Happy interrupted Dream Clouds' explanation.
"During the battle at the plains, Mu Clan and Class One Hall have long since shed the final veil between us. Our soldiers will fight against our soldiers, and our kings will fight against each other. We'll talk openly, and there's no need for us to pretend to be friendly to each other and maintain the peace on the surface. After Beautiful Robes Faction was destroyed, I've endured it for a long time, and I don't intend to continue tolerating it."
"…"
Dream Clouds' expression turned even darker.
She heard another meaning from Happy's words.
It was one that she had yet to face in time.
Her tone immediately sank.
"Based on what you said, from today onwards, Class One Hall and Mu Clan will be like fire and water, and we will fight to the bitter end!"
"No."
Happy answered with a smile.
Before Dream Clouds could relax, he said something that froze her expression. "It's not today. Since yesterday, we've been enemies to the death."
"Haha! Very well!"
Dream Clouds was so angry that she laughed.
"Since you've already made your decision, I will fight to the end with you! Class One Hall has hundreds of thousands of elites, and we have never feared anyone in the north of the Chinese plains. "
She stopped talking for a moment, and her gaze turned cold before she laughed again.
"Do you know why I came late just now?"
"…"
When he heard this, Happy fell silent.
When she saw the slightly unnatural expression on Happy's face, Dream Clouds finally smiled, which she had been suppressing for a long time.
"Did you think that if the people from the four sects split up and ambushed me, I would be at a loss for what to do and panic? Let me tell you, the people in your hands are all under my surveillance. They're fine because they're waiting for my orders. "
"…"
'I knew it!
Happy's worries came true.
He just knew it.
Even though he had the initiative on the first night, Dream Clouds still had a Prophet behind her, and she could deduce the location of the players who were blocked within a short period of time.
If one night passed, someone should have fallen into Dream Clouds' hands!
But …
This was within his expectations.
It was impossible for him to win without losing a single person when he fought against a large organization that could control information. Happy could only try his best to reduce the number of casualties among his elites.
That was why he had these people split up and do their own things.
He believed that with the Prophet's speed, he would not focus all his attention on the market in the Chinese plains. At most, he would only help Dream Clouds figure out the locations of three to five of her friends.
"Since we've decided to fight, there's naturally no need for us to keep these thieves alive … Monk." He turned his head around and made a gesture. Happy quickly noticed that a familiar figure in the crowd quickly released two messenger pigeons.
When he saw this …
Happy's heart tensed, but he soon relaxed.
There were only two messenger pigeons, which meant that there were only two groups of people who were discovered.
It was even fewer than he expected.
"…"
"Don't worry, Happy. Even though there are still a lot of people we haven't found, I will have my subordinates serve you well. We will find your people, as well as the people from Chivalry Sect, Wind Assault Tower, and Wind and Rain Alliance."
Happy knew that Dream Clouds was not boasting about this.
After all, he was from the north. She could easily find many places where people could hide.
However …
Mu Clan had long since been prepared for this. Regardless of which group of people it was, with their current hiding spots and environment, they would definitely make Class One Hall suffer more casualties and pay a price.
Dream Clouds still did not have the upper hand in this.
Also …
The leaders of the teams all had Illusion Life and Death Pills in their hands. Hence, not only would they not reduce Mu Clan's fighting members, Class One Hall would also need to mobilize more people to monitor them.
Otherwise, these people would turn into sharp blades that would penetrate deep into the enemy's rear!
There were more than five thousand people who stayed behind.
There were also more than two thousand who snuck in.
They needed around fifty to sixty thousand people or even more to monitor them and investigate them.
If they cast aside the ten thousand or so people who had basically lost their ability to fight and the tens of thousands of people who had not recovered from the battle on the plains, Class One Hall could mobilize a lot of people.
Besides …
The only place where Dream Clouds could mobilize manpower was the people at the defense line in the south.
Happy did not know whether Dream Clouds had realized this, but when he decided to take action, he had already planned everything. Class One Hall might seem strong and had a lot of manpower, but in truth, they were just injured beasts. As long as they could last through the fiercest and craziest attacks of this beast, they would slowly walk to their own destruction.
…
"Alright, are the two of you done talking?"
Do Jin, who had been ignored by the people for a long time, could no longer hold himself back and roared. He pointed his longsword at Happy and challenged him again. "Your grudge has nothing to do with me, but I will take your head, Happy."
"Did Miss Han from Samsung Group ask you to come over?"
Happy suddenly turned his head around and asked.
"Hmph, so you still remember this." A cold look flashed on Do Jin's face. "I thought that you wouldn't remember a weak woman under your command, considering how many people you kill every day."
Happy did not respond to Do Jin's accusation. Instead, he nodded with a calm tone.
"You're different from Wei Zhentian."
"Don't compare me to those people who don't live up to their names."
Do Jin said with a scornful look.
"Is that so?"
A cold look flashed in Happy's eyes. He whispered and put away Dragon Slaying, which had attracted countless people's gazes, into his Universe Bag.
He said, "How about this? I'll use Wei Zhentian's martial arts against you. Let's see whether you have the right to be arrogant."
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