Someone had truly made a name for himself with one run. Everywhere he passed, that agile figure and that resounding voice drew every eye. People pointed and whispered endlessly.
Ben Hong's condition was simple: Pagliu only had to shout the slogan and run three laps around the entire Darkmoon district.
Poison Dragon Master had his own little scheme when he sprinted out. At demigod speed, he could finish three laps before anyone even saw him.
Yet the instant he took off, he abruptly felt an eerie force seize control of his speed and slow him down. He could not unleash his velocity at all—slower, slower, slower still...
To ordinary eyes, Pagliu's movements looked like one of those slow-motion close-ups on magic television, though his actual speed was about the same as an ordinary person's, making him seem especially "graceful."
Pagliu knew with his eyes closed that Ben Hong was deliberately messing with him. At this point, he was like a duck driven onto the rack; rather than be tossed naked into the street, he might as well accept his loss like a man.
So Poison Dragon Master ran forward while shouting Miss Betty's name. Since his hearing far surpassed that of ordinary people, nearly every word from the spectators fell clearly into his ears.
"Who's this idiot?" (Filtered out by Poison Dragon Master.)
"He's definitely sick." (Filtered out by Poison Dragon Master.)
"Come quick, there's a naked idiot running around!" (Filtered out by Poison Dragon Master.)
"He must've been driven crazy by a woman." (Poison Dragon Master nodded desperately.)
"..."
Still, there were a very few voices from some lovestruck women.
"Wow, that man's got a pretty good body..." (Poison Dragon Master's ears perked up.)
"Who is this Miss Betty? She's so lucky..." (Poison Dragon Master's eyes lit up.)
"If