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The last of the five major combat classes to be decided was the Exorcist. This class really tests patience and attention to detail, and is also an important support and brain in team battles. In the end, the player known as “Never Joins Teams” in the national server, nicknamed “Team Daddy,” took NO.1.

Actually, “Team Daddy” once swore never to participate in any official events because this game was “too much of a scam,” so entering this competition is a bit of a slap in his own face. Of course, his fans don’t care at all.

“Old Walker, you really stirred things up, huh? Turns out you tricked so many people into working like oxen and horses for you. For you, I’ve even thrown away my pride. Now it’s your turn to fulfill your promise. When are you giving me the Revival Barrier? And you said there’d be a surprise—damn it, where’s the surprise?”

Never Joins Teams said through gritted teeth. If it weren’t for the agreement, he wouldn’t have participated in this competition at all. But, a top-tier barrier, and a life-type one at that... pride isn’t that important. If needed, he could throw it on the ground and stomp on it a couple of times.

Players were stunned. What the heck, barriers are basic skills for Exorcists and one of the core pieces of knowledge. As a top barrier master, he still needs to learn from others?

When did Jiutian produce such a character? Are we even playing the same game?

The Professional Peak Tournament is bound to set viewership records. The appearance of the “mysterious Old Walker” completely pushed players’ enthusiasm to a climax. Judging by the name, it should be an ID from the China region, and suddenly, all players with “Wang” in their IDs became hot topics.

“This handsome guy, yes, you—you’re so good-looking! Do you have any Alulu’s Dream? I’ll buy it at a high price,” a blonde, blue-eyed girl stopped Frank Walker, since he had the Alchemist’s badge on him. “Handsome, transfer me some, I just need one more set to finish my quest. As long as... you have it, I can agree to some of your more outrageous requests.”

Frank Walker’s slightly silent face shook his head gently, and the next second, the girl threw herself into the fray elsewhere. The most annoying thing is broke people—can’t waste time.

...Damn it, can’t these loot beggars be a little more patient? He was just distracted for a moment!

Frank Walker turned off the livestream. The other five tasks were done; finally, it was his turn. But the road to the Alchemist Guild was already blocked by a sea of people.

“Bro, what are you squeezing for? Squeezing milk? Get in line!” The burly player in front suddenly turned around and glared fiercely at Frank Walker. If it weren’t for the festival and the Holy Hall NPCs on guard, he’d definitely teach this guy a lesson.

“I’m not buying potions, just handing in a quest.”

“Even if you’re handing in your dad, it’s not happening. Wait in the back. See? My main class is Martial Artist. I could punch out ten of you, you little brat!”

Frank Walker frowned slightly and summoned his soul beast. A short-haired mutt appeared lazily.

The Martial Artist didn’t get angry but laughed instead, quickly backing away. The surrounding players also hurriedly made space—are you trying to get yourself killed!

During the fifth anniversary, any soul beasts, demon beast mounts, alchemy golems, or magic machines could only appear in the city’s safe zones and couldn’t roam around. If found, they’d be killed on sight, and the player would be punished, whether it’s a god-tier beast or... this bug-tier mutt in front of them, all the same.

This bug-tier mutt was a system gift—everyone had one, which led to the “start with a dog” meme in Jiutian. Some players liked to name theirs after their ex-boyfriends or ex-girlfriends. Poor huskies got played to death. But whether you were a Soul Beast Master or any other class, you’d soon abandon it—ugly, useless, and embarrassing.

Not far away, the Holy Hall NPC guard squad was already rushing over. The previously packed crowd parted like a wave, forming a passage.

Two squads—twenty-four Holy Hall warriors in silver rune armor—almost instantly appeared in front of Frank Walker.

The mutt looked lazily at the two squads of soldiers, showing no intention of protecting its master as a soul beast should, even looking a bit disgusted.

“Damn, someone really doesn’t know how to stay alive. If the guards kill you, you can’t log in for three days.”

“Looks like he wants to quit the game. Sigh, so many people have been driven crazy by the festival these past two days. So many pros! You don’t realize how poor you are until you play Jiutian.”

The captain of the Holy Hall guard walked up to Frank Walker, almost twice his height, with the Holy Hall’s treasured weapon—the Soul-Devouring Blood-Drinking Sword (replica)—strapped to his back.

“I bet he’ll use Cross Light Flash, four-stage combo!”

“No, in this situation, showing off is basic. Maybe we’ll see Saint Paul’s Nine-Headed Dragon Flash!”

Players waited for the captain’s solo show, but the next second, the whole place went silent.

The captain suddenly knelt on one knee, and the Holy Hall warriors behind him all knelt with a crash...

The scene was bizarre in the extreme...

“Welcome, *** sir. If you need anything, please just say the word!” the captain said respectfully.

At first, the players were calm, but then they exploded. Damn, to make the captain kneel on one knee—how high must this person’s reputation be???

“This guy hid his ID. The captain will call out his title. What kind of title is ‘sir’?”

“Yeah, never heard of that class.”

Frank Walker had hidden his ID. It’s been this way for ten years. Everyone else enjoyed Jiutian—only he didn’t.