"Big Smith, you really are arrogant!" someone shouted. The regulars in the internet café all knew each other, especially the Glory players.

Is this arrogance?

Big Smith was also a bit dazed. If it’s just about testing strength, whether together or however, isn’t it all the same?

The six on the other side looked as if they had been greatly insulted, their gazes toward Big Smith extremely unfriendly.

"I’ll go." One of them looked rather calm. Arguing wouldn’t prove anything; everything would be settled in the arena.

His character took the battle seat and started directly: one-on-one.

Berserker, Falling Flowers in Disarray.

Battle Mage, Battle Aura Dominator.

Countdown, the match began. Characters refreshed, each in a corner, on the Arena map—the most commonly used map in player duels.

Big Smith was a little disappointed.

On this simple map, what can you show besides skill? Tactics, judgment, experience... If you want a comprehensive test of ability, you really shouldn’t pick such a straightforward, simple duel map.

But the opponent had already charged in, straightforwardly, swinging his battle spear and attacking Falling Flowers in Disarray.

Falling Flowers in Disarray sidestepped, shifted position, and raised his heavy sword.

Backslash!

The Battle Mage was sent flying.

Big Smith was even more disappointed. Just a simple positional counterattack, and the opponent couldn’t react at all. If it were One Autumn Leaf...

Big Smith didn’t continue the thought; that expectation was a bit too high.

He controlled Falling Flowers in Disarray to attack—not too aggressively, but the opponent was completely defenseless. Forty-nine seconds later, the outcome was decided.

"So strong!!" The opponent stood up and exclaimed.

Strong?

Big Smith gave a wry smile. He hadn’t even been serious!

"You’re just too weak," Big Smith said.

The opponent was furious.

"Let’s all go together!" Big Smith didn’t want to waste any more time. Teaming up with people like this, talking about aiming for the championship? One could imagine what the others’ level was like.

But the others still didn’t realize.

"I’ll go." Another called out, still going up alone to face him. Forty-one seconds, defeated.

Another came, thirty-seven seconds, defeated.

Finally, the opponents dropped their pride and three went up together.

Two minutes and fifty-four seconds, all three defeated.

The internet café fell silent. The regulars all knew Big Smith was strong, but to win so easily, so thoroughly, even three against one?

Everyone had watched the match. Three against one, and the three didn’t cause Big Smith any trouble at all. Their characters were completely dominated by Falling Flowers in Disarray, not a single chance in sight.

"Awesome!" The six who lost so completely were actually excited now.

"You’re the top expert we’ve been looking for!" one of them rushed over and shouted at Big Smith.

"But you’re not who I’m looking for," Big Smith said.

"Hahahaha." Laughter filled the internet café.

"Get lost, noobs."

"You really let us down."

"So weak, huh!"

Amidst the jeers, the six left dejectedly. The others in the café continued to enthusiastically discuss how such weaklings dared to claim they’d team up to win the championship.

Very weak? Not exactly... Big Smith thought. The six’s characters all had extremely high win rates in the arena—high enough to give them that confidence.

But it’s still far from enough! That stage is much tougher than you imagine... In Big Smith’s mind, scenes from a match he’d watched ten times replayed. He’d often wondered, if he were in that match, what would he do, what could he achieve?

But just by himself...

Big Smith thought, shaking his head. How could it be that easy!

"Big Smith, Western Wilderness, hurry!!!" Suddenly, a shout came.

"What is it?" Big Smith quickly had Falling Flowers in Disarray exit the arena as he asked.

"A fight broke out, come help!" the other called.

"On my way!" Not only Big Smith responded; the players who had just gathered to watch the match also quickly had their characters exit the arena and rushed toward the Western Wilderness.

They were all regulars at the same internet café, often playing together in the game. As the saying goes, when one is in trouble, all come to help. They often fought together, advancing and retreating as a team.

"Hurry, there’s an expert!" the person calling for help urged.

An expert?

Everyone laughed. At this moment, "expert" sounded like a joke to them. There were too many people in this world who dared to call themselves experts. Just now, there were six self-proclaimed experts claiming they’d win the championship, but in the end, they couldn’t even handle a three-on-one.

"An expert? That’s my favorite!!" everyone shouted, and from their respective main cities, they charged toward the Western Wilderness from all directions.

Western Wilderness, level 50 training area.

The sun was already slanting westward, its afterglow casting a magnificent light over the vast plain. But at this moment, few were in the mood to admire the scenery—a large-scale PK was underway on the wilderness.

Why did the PK start?

By the time Big Smith and the others arrived, no one knew. They only knew the fight was intense, and after quickly identifying their teammates, they rushed to join their group.

"Where’s the expert?" everyone laughed, not forgetting the joke.