Henry Clark discovered that the opponent possessed talents far beyond his imagination, but he remained calm and didn’t immediately alert the team. Although he wasn’t responsible for much of the fighting, he now had a new target to keep an eye on.

That swordsman named Noisy Night Rain was still roaming around, still exploiting openings in the same way. Henry Clark was increasingly amazed. He considered himself a top-tier player, far above the average, but he probably didn’t have this guy’s keen sense for judgment and ability to spot and seize opportunities.

“Who on earth is this person?” Henry Clark was starting to get curious, and finally sent a message to the team: “Listen to my instructions, don’t hesitate.”

The members of Blue Brook Pavilion seemed quite used to their leader suddenly coming up with new tricks, and for such instructions, they seemed to understand instinctively.

“Team One, fall back a bit; Team Two, move to four o’clock; Team Three, match positions; Teams Five and Six, push forward; Team Four, stick close to Team One!” Henry Clark kept issuing commands, starting to set up his plan. At this point, in his eyes, the opponents they had to face were not just the Lord of North Mountain, but also that swordsman. The way this guy exploited openings to attack made Henry Clark feel more and more uneasy, because he had realized this guy’s intention—he was here to steal the last hit! And with his skills, if Henry Clark hadn’t noticed his presence, that last hit would have been almost guaranteed! The reward distribution for killing bosses in Glory was quite complex, but the last hit always guaranteed a portion of the reward, and it absolutely couldn’t be allowed to be snatched away.

With the team shifting positions, their attacks on the Lord of North Mountain naturally eased up. Henry Clark was carefully luring the swordsman into the trap he’d set, when suddenly he heard an exasperated voice: “What the hell, do you guys even know how to fight?”

“We’re about to finish this, what the heck are you doing?”

“Isn’t Blue Brook Pavilion supposed to be elite? Where’s your team discipline?”

“Who’s your commander, can they be any more of a pig?”

Faster than Henry Clark’s own speech, messages even quicker than Henry Clark’s, and more importantly, not a single one repeated, all perfectly coordinated. As he spoke, text bubbles popped up at the same time. The voice and the text bubbles flew together, but the content was completely different, yet somehow still connected.

At this point, it was impossible not to notice this guy. A bunch of people realized it was Noisy Night Rain, and chaos broke out: “Damn, who is this guy!”

“Shit, isn’t this the undercover from earlier?”

“Get him!”

Many people started attacking, but Henry Clark was completely stunned. What the hell is this! Is this really the time to be making snarky comments? Would it kill you to hold it in for a bit? Fine, if you have to complain, do you have to say so much? If I don’t kill you today, I’d be letting you down for being such a pig!

Henry Clark’s setup was aimed at him to begin with, and now that everyone was attacking on their own, everything felt especially smooth and coordinated.

Noisy Night Rain suddenly realized the purpose behind the other side’s sudden adjustment. Now that he was exposed, he didn’t bother to hold back: “Damn, so you were targeting me, how despicable!”

“Over here, over here! Haha, it’s not over yet, there are still openings!”

Shouting as he went, this guy tried to slip away through another gap.

“Let me teach you something, kid. This isn’t called an opening, this is called ‘inviting the enemy into the tile kiln!’” Henry Clark’s Su Muqiu flashed out, and a Six-Star Light Prison landed precisely in the so-called opening.

“Tile kiln your ass, isn’t it supposed to be a jar?” Noisy Night Rain was trapped, definitely unable to escape, but still couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“Whatever it is, just go die already!!” Exposed for his typo, Henry Clark was instantly furious.

“Just you wait, I’m not done with you Blue Brook Pavilion guys!” Noisy Night Rain was still shouting as he fell.

“Wait for it, and remember to keep a lower profile next time.” Henry Clark said.

“Glory of the Summit” • Inviting the Enemy into the Jar

-END-

Chapter Four: “When the Flowers Bloomed”

Glory!

Two large characters flashed across the screen—words every Glory online game player was intimately familiar with. But in this scene, those two characters meant more than just a victory in an arena PK match.

This was the ultimate victory, the birth of a champion.

The first season of the Glory League, the final overall champion—Team Excellent Era!

Amid cheers and applause, the victorious team members gathered together in celebration, but among them, one person was missing—the most important one to them.

John Carter, One Autumn Leaf...

Even after winning this final victory, he appeared and disappeared as quietly as he had in every match throughout the season.

Who is John Carter?

It was the question of the season, and even at the end, there was no answer. When Team Excellent Era was interviewed after the match and asked about this, they stuck to their stance from the entire season and firmly refused to comment.

“Hmph, just being mysterious, it’s all hype.” someone said, and similar voices were not uncommon.

“Hype or not, he’s strong, very strong.” someone replied.

“That’s just because you, Big Smith, refused to participate. Otherwise, would he even have a chance?” the previous voice said disdainfully. “Why did you turn down the invitation to join a team for the Glory League? If you hadn’t, you’d be the one standing on that stage now.”

“Idiot, it’s not that simple.” replied the one called Big Smith.