Arm wrestling?
Yang Yi hadn't expected this scrawny, monkey-like Madman to propose a contest like that. Wasn't he playing straight into Yang Yi's strengths?
He gave it a little thought and found no reason at all to refuse. It was also a good chance to test what Moon Island had to offer, so he agreed.
"All right, arm wrestling it is."
Yang Yi answered, then heard the sound announcing the start of the game.
"Hee hee hee hee hee... let me get ready, then."
Seeing Yang Yi agree, the scrawny Madman beamed. He took a straw from his breast pocket, stabbed it straight into his own body, and blew hard, shocking every Player nearby.
His body swelled like a balloon, his muscles bulging. Before long, he was over five meters tall, and even the ground beneath his feet began to sink, proving that whatever filled him was more than just gas.
"Hee hee hee... ready. Now, let's begin..."
The scrawny Madman had become a Muscle Troll. Facing Yang Yi, he seemed to want to catch a look of fear or terror on his face, but found neither.
Yang Yi had already gotten ready to arm wrestle, extending his right hand and bracing his other hand against the edge of the table as he waited to begin.
The Madman stopped his strange laughter. After a pause, he continued in a mocking voice.
"Hee hee hee hee... I forgot to mention the stakes. Ten Experience Tickets or a pair of arms. But you don't seem to have any Experience Tickets, so it'll have to be your arms..."
As he spoke, a bizarre scene unfolded.
Both the Madman's arms and Yang Yi's severed at his words. Yet no blood flowed from the cuts. Wrapped in a layer of multicolored energy, the arms floated