A fight between weaklings

When people were pulled into the game, they wore whatever they had been wearing when they disappeared.

Short sleeves, jeans, high heels, suits... some were suitable for running, jumping, and making big movements, while others were not.

After surviving a few rounds of the game and building up some funds, everyone would choose to change into hiking clothes or sportswear that allowed them to move easily.

Those who could afford it would also get themselves a pair of thick-soled combat boots.

That gave their feet the best protection.

Zuo Cheng'an had done just that, buying himself two sets of hard-wearing long-sleeved tops and trousers while browsing the shop. He had not forgotten the boots, either.

Fortunately, the game was not strict about clothing. Otherwise, if even clothes were required to be items,

99 percent of players would have had no choice but to enter dungeons naked.

Only players with so few points that they could barely keep themselves fed, and could not even afford clothes, would still enter dungeons in ordinary everyday clothing.

Yes, everyday clothing that was still stained with unwashed blood and torn to shreds.

The four members of the Wavebreaker Guild did not lower their voices as they talked.

They disdained talking behind people's backs, because the guild backing them allowed them to say whatever they wanted to people's faces.

Dressed in ragged clothes, Zheng Ren gritted his teeth in fury, itching to climb over and punch them a couple of times!

Their sightseeing cart had four rows of seats. Between the two sides, seven people and a dog occupied two rows each, one group in front and the other behind.

The Wavebreaker Guild had two ordinary, forward-facing rows, while Zuo Cheng'an's side had two rows arranged back-to-back.

At such close range, a swung fist could kiss the other person's face.

Zheng Ren did exactly that. His position made it easy to hit someone, so he naturally took on the task of restoring his side's dignity.

The strip of cloth connecting his waist to the armrest gave him confidence.

Carefully finding his balance, he stood up in the jolting sightseeing cart, grabbed his item, the Fly Restaurant's Pride and Joy, and prepared to crack open the head of the woman with the shrillest voice.

Tan Huihui's pretty face paled with fright, and she ducked straight into the arms of the man beside her.

"Yang Ye! Look at him!"

Tan Huihui's beautiful legs had already left Yang Ye feeling fluttery. Now that the beauty was in his arms, he naturally had to stand up for her.

He took out his own item too: an oversized syringe.

It was as thick as a calf, with a needle over ten centimeters long!

Greater reach meant greater strength, and Yang Ye was a bona fide First Heavenly Ladder player.

Facing a weapon whose barrel and needle together measured a full half-length, and outmatched in both attributes and weaponry,

Zheng Ren's spatula immediately fell at a disadvantage, leaving him defending himself in disarray.

However, his spatula had a burst of incredible luck, triggering its effect several times and summoning four flies that buzzed around Yang Ye.

They seemed to be cheering Zheng Ren on.

Zheng Ren was furious. He waved his hand to shoo the flies away. "Shoo, shoo! Get lost!"

But the flies were like her loyal guards. No matter how he shooed them, they would not leave.

Annoyed by the flies, Yang Ye thought, What a filthy move!

Can't win, so you summon a bunch of flies to disgust people!

The sightseeing cart took another sharp turn, and both men hurriedly stopped fighting and steadied their footing.

Knowing this was no place for a fight, they stopped after that brief exchange.

For a while, the only sound inside the sightseeing cart was the buzzing of flies.

Zheng Ren felt that he had not restored his dignity at all. Instead, his item's ability had made it even harder to hold his head up.

But the thought that continuing the fight would produce even more flies left him with no choice but to stay put.

Before long, the sightseeing cart left the summoned flies far behind.

Meanwhile, Yang Ye had only just returned to his seat

when Tan Huihui immediately offered him encouragement. "Nicely done, Yang Ye! You beat that brat to a pulp!"

"Of course, of course." Praised by a beauty, Yang Ye felt rather full of himself.

In reality, Tan Huihui felt nothing but contempt.

He was ugly, short, and weak. He had entered more dungeons than any of them, yet he was still stuck on the First Heavenly Ladder.

If his item had not been decent and somewhat useful, she would not even have bothered with him.

Although all four of them had First Heavenly Ladder strength, there was still a hierarchy among them.

Zhang Zhuang had the most potential. Although Level 1 Dungeons no longer gave him free attribute points,

he had only entered Level 2 Dungeons a few times, and still received at least five attribute points each time. His potential was limitless. In the future, he might even achieve double max attributes and advance to the Second Heavenly Ladder!!

Then he could join the Wavebreaker Guild's Elite Group and have a chance to follow the guild's big shots into Level 3 Dungeons to broaden his horizons.

As for the others, Yang Ye went without saying.

He had entered Level 1 Dungeons over thirty times and Level 2 Dungeons eight times, yet he was still stuck on the First Heavenly Ladder. He had not saved up many points, either.

It was easy to imagine how low his ratings in each dungeon must have been.

Unless he dared to risk a Level 3 Dungeon or found someone powerful to latch onto, even if he put all his points into a single attribute,

whether he could reach the minimum requirement of 30 attribute points to advance to the Second Heavenly Ladder was still unknown.

Barring any surprises, the extent of his achievements in this life was probably already set. He would make no further progress.

By comparison, she had only entered Level 2 Dungeons three times, so her potential remained considerable.

Yes, the quiet Qian Xiang on their team was the same.

Among the four of them,

she and Yang Ye sat in the second row, while Zhang Zhuang and Qian Xiang sat in the first.

If Zhang Zhuang had not said in private chat that monsters would attack and told them not to make any unnecessary movements,

she, Tan Huihui, would already have swapped seats with Qian Xiang and gone to sit beside Zhang Zhuang.

Thinking of the monster attack to come,

Tan Huihui sneered inwardly. They had learned their lesson now. They only discussed information in private chats with friends, giving those copycats no chance to imitate them.

The two teams enjoyed two rare minutes of silence.

The needle had dealt Zheng Ren a blow earlier. Hugging his spatula, he behaved himself and stayed quiet for a long while, looking utterly wilted.

Li Yueqiu's sixth sense told her that something major might be about to happen, leaving her constantly uneasy.

"Zuo Cheng'an, do you feel like something's wrong? Or feel a little creeped out?"

Zuo Cheng'an did not feel it, but he saw it.

The large cluster of health bars overhead had drawn a little closer to the sightseeing cart and could swoop down at any moment.

He had already taken Little Seven out of his system backpack and applied the last of the Tetanus Potion, ready at any moment.

He had replaced the wrapping on Little Seven's handle with new nonslip tape as soon as he bought it.

Its body had also been sanded down again, removing the rust and exposing the silvery-white metal beneath.

The whole thing was a rectangular block of metal.

Rather than a knife blank or sword blank, it looked more like a ruler, straight from end to end.

If he grew tired of using one end, he could wrap the other end in nonslip tape instead without any problem.

Li Yueqiu had no item to defend herself with, so Zuo Cheng'an simply lent her Little Flying Stone.

[Little Flying Stone (white)]

[Category: item]

[Effect: automatically returns after being thrown]

[Restriction: attack power and range depend on the user's arm strength]

[Description: weaklings, back off! Back off! Back off!-Back off!]

When he had bought this item, it had looked like Little Seven was a free gift with Little Flying Stone. In reality, Little Flying Stone had been the free gift with Little Seven.

Overwhelmed by the unexpected favor, Li Yueqiu carefully cupped the stone in her hands.

Afraid of dying, Zheng Ren kept pouring points into his constitution.

Because of her skill, once her constitution met the requirement, she had kept putting points into strength.

By that reckoning, her strength attribute was actually the second highest among their trio, not counting the dog.

Li Yueqiu wanted to say more, but seeing that Zuo Cheng'an was concentrating on something, she did not disturb him.

She quietly went off to figure out the item herself.

Zuo Cheng'an was not spacing out. He was staring intently at the bullet comments.

This dungeon had too many viewers, and the bullet comments were densely packed. Often, a long string of text slipped past his eyes before he could even make out what it said.