Four Split Personalities

Although Motan didn’t quite strike Yusang as Alramis had hoped, not sparking interest doesn’t mean there’s none, especially in a situation where there doesn’t seem to be any real danger. The half-dragoness was still quite curious about the relationship between ’Mo’ and the ’Gloomy Masked Man’.

On one hand, she wanted to understand how that person discovered her at the time. Since acquiring the [Observer] talent, Yusang had never been discovered by any being while it was active, even among many fish as powerful as advanced-stage demon beasts.

On the other hand, she was still bitter about that gloomy masked man casually taking her hard-earned trophy, the treasure of the town, ’Red Dragon’, worth seven thousand Gold Coins.

Yes, this seemingly cool and a bit introverted person, with slightly silly antics and a hint of childishness, actually held grudges quite well.

In short, although she hadn’t quite figured out what she intended to do, Yusang made a decision driven by her instinct to court danger—an absolutely unwise decision—

"Hmm, I’ve changed my mind."

Gently brushing her bangs aside, the half-dragoness rarely revealing both eyes looked at Alramis with a flowing gaze and said leisurely, "Alright, I agree."

Alramis was taken aback, then gave a slight cough and, slightly blushing, asked, "So can I call you Little Shangshang from now on?"

"Just what do you think I agreed to...?"

Not fussing with her bangs anymore, Yusang smiled and played with her twin braids, beating Alramis to speak before he said more cheeky lines: "The Bath Fire adventurer team, right? I’ll join, but you’d better not actually count me. Just doing it for numbers, I have limited interest outside of fishing."

Alramis rolled his eyes and said dryly, "If the invitation to join wasn’t from me but rather Motan, you’d have already joined a long time ago."

"Hmm..."

Yusang frowned slightly, shaking her head instinctively, and then nodding vigorously, "Yes, that’s probably true."

Alramis’s expression fell apart immediately, and half a second later, he angrily dragged up the fifth clump of seaweed he fished up today, "Thanks, Brother Shangzi, for gracing us with your presence!"

"Could you please just call me by my name?"

Yusang lazily pulled a fish out of the water that Alramis couldn’t identify but intuitively knew would be delicious, stood up showing a refreshing and bright smile, and said, "Then, I look forward to working with you, Captain."

Including herself, these people could now formally apply to register an adventurer team. Yusang was not ignorant of such basic information. After the team’s formation, she, as a fisherman with almost no combat power, would just be an affiliate member, ensuring she’s still ’in the roster’ before the next unwitting soul joins.

"Alright, Yusang, welcome to the Bath Fire Group."

Alramis didn’t continue joking, simply exchanged the fishing rod to his left hand, and then extended his right hand to Yusang: "Formally introducing myself, I’m Alramis, a Thief, aligned as Orderly Good. Want to add me as a friend?"

Yusang didn’t hesitate much, naturally making a handshake gesture with Alramis, nodding, "I’m an ordinary passing fisherman, Yusang, a Thief, aligned as Kindhearted Neutral."

[Player: Alramis (Chaotic Neutral) requests to add you as a friend]

[Player: Yusang (Chaotic Neutral) requests to add you as a friend]

The system prompt echoed for both almost simultaneously. They both displayed friendly smiles filled with warmth, secretly resolving to keep a distance from each other in the future.

...

At the same time

Academy City, Central District, Arena

"As expected..."

Motan sighed deeply, reclining into the soft chair of the judge’s seat, gazing complexly at the towering platform recently expanded by a group of epic-tier earth magicians.

On the left of the platform, the size of two football fields, sat a white straight-haired girl on a snow-colored horse, fully focused on eating snacks, devouring at least five pounds of treats at a terrifying speed before the referee announced the start of the match.

The longsword named [Frostless] still hung on her back, wrapped in snow-white linen.

Behind her, forty-nine elite students from the Holy Spear Knight Academy lined up, lazily organizing into a triangular assault formation on their mounts.

However, perhaps due to the students’ apparent lack of motivation, this formation, known for its fierce and sharp assaults among countless battle arrays, made most knowledgeable viewers frown, as the reason had already been mentioned—scattered and slack!

A strong sense of lethargy!

From those ’connoisseurs’ mentioned above, those able to immediately discern what the Holy Spear Knight Academy was up to had expressions similar to Motan’s.

Of course, aside from Ramollok, who kept glancing back at Motan every few minutes, but Ramollok’s expression was almost always the same—eyes happily narrowed.

Motan thought, "It feels like some not-too-small trouble is brewing."

After a final glance at Ramollok, who had turned away to chat with someone else, Motan clicked his tongue and directed his gaze to the brand new competition arena hastily pieced together after the first round of personal matches.

On the left was the Holy Spear Knight Academy, both new and old friends in a way.

On the right was a group Motan couldn’t recall the name of, judging by their attires, also from an academy within Academy City.

Unlike the latter’s strict and orderly approach, quickly forming a trident formation after the referee’s departure, most of the Holy Spear Knight Academy folks continued their lazy activities, even within some positioning mistakes, internally dismantling their triangular assault formation.

By now, quite a few including Motan and some big shots who rushed over to see the Showering Snow Sword after receiving personal match results were staring intently at that white straight-haired girl, curious about the antics she might pull in the team match.

And the Showering Snow Sword didn’t disappoint anyone, directly initiating a charge under everyone’s watchful gaze.

Though not very proficient in mounting a horse, since the horse was galloping, saying ’mounted charge’ wasn’t entirely incorrect.

As for describing it as a ’charge’, that wasn’t too far off either, because during this apparent charge, the horse was almost comparable in speed to the enemy—the unknown academy delegation setting up their battle array for group charging.

The gap didn’t seem obvious at first glance, yet Motan’s palms had begun to sweat.

Almost simultaneously, Ramollok also stopped smiling, rarely opening his eyes more than a third.

It seemed they both knew what to expect, silently awaiting.

Both sides... or more accurately, the Showering Snow Sword and the students from that unidentified academy, were closing the distance rapidly, soon entering each other’s line of sight.

Then—

A massive golden slash mark appeared in the middle of the field, instantly consuming the spearhead of the charge, creating a desolate gap filled with cries.

[Buddha Sword·Patron·Cassock Cut]!

Using her fingers as a sword, in merely a moment, the Showering Snow Sword slashed down nearly half the opposing team, leaving the trident assault formation in shambles.

"Ugh, I wish it would end sooner..."

Sluggishly sliding off the horse’s back, the Showering Snow Sword sighed, somewhat helplessly, extending her slender white hand towards the sword hilt.

Chapter One Thousand Seventy-Nine: Conclusion