Meanwhile.
In another Versus Instance.
The announcement detailing the rules had just faded from the sky above another street in Hendon Myre.
This was not the absurd ten-thousand-player match Lu Xiu was in, but a two-thousand-player one.
Still, plenty of formidable players had gathered here.
A young man in a floral shirt, flip-flops, and a conspicuous head of dyed yellow hair swept his gaze over the players eyeing him like prey. He suddenly smiled softly and raised his hand. "Guys, I'm actually not interested in the Profession Certificate. Do you believe me?"
One of the watchful players immediately said, "Then kill yourself!"
"But I still want to experience the charm of Lu Xiu's instance—"
The yellow-haired young man said, "Don't worry. I'll definitely kill myself during the final battle."
"You think we'd believe that?"
Not far from the yellow-haired man stood a woman with voluminous wine-red waves draped casually over her shoulders, every inch of her exuding mature charm.
Looking at Xiao Chi, she chuckled. "The president of the Whistling Arrow Guild is a coward?"
"What coward? I call this getting along with the other players."
Xiao Chi withdrew his gaze, lit himself a cigarette, and looked at the mature woman before him, Zhao Qingdai, president of the Red Owl Guild. "Besides, talking to them is still better than wasting my breath on you."
"You've gotten bold."
Zhao Qingdai smiled enchantingly. "Though that's understandable. You're a match for a thousand men. Even counting me, you could theoretically kill every player here, so it's only natural that you'd be a little cocky—but when did little brother become so strong?"
"Don't probe me."
Xiao Chi exhaled a mouthful of smoke. "You were among the last batch of players to be matched in. The moment you entered, combat power got balanced. The earlier