Ten minutes later, under Snow Empress's martial intimidation, every member of the Body Sect was forced to sell themselves to the internet.
Du Busi put on the headset with an aggrieved look on his face.
"I'd rather die! Die in this chair! I will never play such a demoralizing game!"
However, once Lu Yuan picked a hero for him—
Du Busi froze as he looked at the red-haired man with a bare torso, muscles all over his body, who spoke only with his fists.
"Th-this is practically a portrait of me!"
"No need for flashy weapons—the fist is the ultimate truth?!"
Once the game began, Du Busi controlled Sett and charged at the enemy.
High damage with the left hand, even higher damage with the right. Grit full? One Haymaker straight away!
"HAHAHAHA! This is amazing!!" Du Busi's excited roar echoed through the entire internet cafe. "See that?! This is what you call fighting! What Soul Tools? What control-type Soul Masters? I'll blast you into scraps with one punch!!"
A sight to behold!
Du Busi grabbed the enemy's frontline tank, leaped high into the air, and smashed him viciously into the crowd at the back! Boom!!
"Haymaker!!!"
"Die for me!!!"
A deafening roar rang through the entire internet cafe. Even Huo Yuhao, wearing soundproof headphones, had his hand shaken by the soundwave and missed a cannon minion.
Before the computer, Du Busi's eyes were bloodshot and his face flushed red. There was none of a Super Douluo's composure left in him. He looked exactly like a hot-blooded youth who had just pulled an all-nighter at an internet cafe.
After finishing a match and taking off his headset, Du Busi's face was glowing. Where was even a trace of his earlier humiliation?
He slammed the table and roared, "Lang Ya! Yu