cnatrainingtips Chapter 393 Enough talk, let's fight!
Chapter 393 Enough talk, let's fight!
"But what about now!" Xuande's voice reverberated in the hall, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.
Chen You was not intimidated by this imposing manner.
He casually pulled over a rough stone chair next to him, brushed off the dust, and sat down leisurely.
"What's wrong now?" Chen You crossed his legs, placed his hands on his knees, and spoke in a flat tone.
"Now everyone lives in peace and prosperity, without bloodshed or sacrifice."
"Just by stretching our muscles and bones every day, we can make Sanjing City's prosperity rise steadily."
"Lord Xuande, shouldn't you thank me?"
Xuande was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting that this outsider would not only be unafraid but also dare to talk back.
"Thank you?" Xuande laughed in anger, his large, copper-bell-sized eyes wide with bloodshot veins.
"So, you've turned my most valiant berserker into a spineless wimp who can only wiggle his ass?"
"Do you thank me for turning my blacksmith into a flirtatious actor?"
"This is called industrial upgrading." Chen You said without changing his expression, and began his PUA again.
"Times have changed, Lord Xuande."
"How many gold coins can you earn from fighting and killing? What good is it if you forge iron, grind monsters, and risk your lives? Is it enough to feed the whole city?"
Xuande's breath hitched, and he stiffened his neck, roaring, "We orcs would rather starve to death standing up than live a writhing existence!"
Chen You shook his head, revealing a look of disappointment.
"Narrow-minded! Too narrow-minded," Chen You sighed, pointing outside the door.
"You think they're just posting from New York? No, they're creating value! This is called fan economy, this is called monetizing traffic!"
"As long as you have firepower and attention, gold coins will pour into the Three Views City's treasury like a waterfall."
Chen You leaned forward, looking directly into Xuande's eyes: "By then, what divine weapon or powerful artifact won't you be able to buy? How many high-level mages won't you be able to hire?"
"Isn't crushing the enemy with capital better than going in shirtless to your deaths?"
Xuande was completely bewildered by this barrage of modern terms.
He didn't understand a single word of what "industrial upgrading" or "traffic monetization" meant.
But his innate fighting instincts told him that the cultivator in front of him was talking nonsense.
"Nonsense!" Xuande suddenly waved his hand, creating a gust of wind.
"All I know is that muscles that haven't been baptized in blood are just a bunch of soft flesh! Without a murderous gaze, you can't even scare a cat or dog!"
He strode to the weapon rack and grasped the two "double-edged swords" that were as thick as doors with both hands.
"Zheng—"
Two giant swords were drawn, their heavy blades scraping against the air and producing a buzzing sound.
Xuande turned around and slammed the two giant swords together onto the stone floor.
"boom!"
The hard stone slab cracked instantly, and spiderweb-like cracks spread to Chen You's feet.
"You want my mark?" Xuande looked down at Chen You, white breath coming out of his nostrils.
"Fine! The rules of the Origin Realm are that the strong are respected! If you defeat me, you can take the mark."
"If you lose, get out of Sanjing City and, while you're at it, shut down that damn talent show of yours!"
Chen You looked at the two ridiculously thick steel plates and his lips twitched.
This minotaur is completely impervious to reason.
"Do we really have to take action?" Chen You stood up, patted his clothes, and said, "I'm very busy, spending tens of thousands of gold coins every minute."
"Enough nonsense!" Xuande grabbed the [Contract Silk] from the table and strode towards the hall's exit. "Come on! Follow me to the central square!"
"Why go to the square? Isn't this enough for you to show off?" Chen You frowned.
"I will defeat you in front of the whole city!" Xuande said without turning his head, his voice booming like thunder.
"I'm going to wake those useless people who're obsessed with talent shows! I'll show them that only strength is the foundation of Sanjing City!"
Chen You sighed helplessly.
Fine, since you insist on being executed in public, then so be it.
He followed Xuande's retreating figure and walked out of the city lord's mansion.
……
Central Plaza.
The square had now been transformed into a giant open-air stage.
Colorful fluorescent stones were suspended in mid-air, flashing with dazzling light.
In the center of the square, several NPCs were energetically shaking a huge mechanical phonograph, the deafening electronic rhythm echoing in the air.
"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!"
"Follow my rhythm! One, two, three, four! Change positions! Let's do it again!"
A half-orc dressed in a leopard-print bodysuit stood on a high platform, holding a megaphone and shouting at the top of his lungs.
Below the stage, hundreds of muscular men, each over two meters tall, were frantically shaking their chest muscles to the rhythm.
What's even more cringe-worthy is that several berserkers in the front row are wearing pink dresses and dancing some kind of extremely incongruous otaku dance.
Their expressions were greasy, their movements were exaggerated, and they would occasionally make a heart shape with their hands towards the crowd.
"Ahhh! Niu Dazhuang! Mommy loves you!"
The cat-eared girls and fox-eared girls on the periphery screamed wildly and waved their support signs.
The entire square was a scene of chaos and disorder.
Chen You couldn't help but cover his face as he watched this scene.
Seriously, what kind of aesthetic sense is this?
"Bang!"
A deafening bang drowned out the thunderous electronic music.
The fluorescent stone in mid-air was shredded by a sharp sword aura.
Immediately afterwards, a giant sword the size of a door panel crashed into the mechanical phonograph in the center of the square like a meteorite.
"Boom!"
The expensive phonograph was instantly reduced to a pile of scrap metal, and the jarring electronic music abruptly stopped.
The entire room fell silent.
Everyone remained in a twisted, bent-over position, stiffly turning their heads to look at the plaza entrance.
Xuande, carrying another giant sword, walked over like a demon god.
With each step he took, the ground trembled.
"City...City Lord..." The orc shouter on the high platform trembled in fright, dropping the megaphone in his hand to the ground.
"Stop right there!" Xuande roared, his voice creating tangible ripples that stung everyone's cheeks.
He pointed at the group of berserkers in pink dresses below the stage, his fingers trembling.
"Look at the state of you all! Do you have even a shred of warrior's dignity left?" Xuande exclaimed in anguish.
"Your ancestors were warriors who tore dragons apart with their bare hands! Your muscles were born to rip the throats of your enemies!"
"But what about now? You're actually here... wiggling your butts!"
The soldiers below the stage looked at each other in bewilderment.
A burly minotaur wearing a skirt muttered aggrievedly in a low voice, "But the city lord... the dancing rewards are just too much."
"If I can get first place, that's a reward of 50,000 gold coins..."
"Shut up!" Xuande was so angry he almost vomited blood.
This is where he felt most desperate.
This damned talent show, with its irresistible allure, is eroding the very foundation of Sanjing City.
Xuande suddenly turned around, his giant sword pointing at Chen You who was following behind him.
"It's him!" Xuande's voice echoed throughout the entire venue.
"He's the culprit behind that 'Voice of the Stars' thing! He's the one who used these crooked methods to cloud the minds of your warriors!"
Swah——
All eyes in the room instantly turned to Chen You.
Today, Chen You was dressed in the fashionable Ink Abyss Star River Robe, exuding an otherworldly aura, making him stand out as an outsider among the group of rugged orcs.
"So handsome..." Several girls' eyes lit up.