I have to say, the competition between Dung Beetle and King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang truly shocked everyone. No one would have expected their way of competing to be so vulgar.

Yet it was precisely this vulgar method that proved to be the most direct and effective.

At this moment, Dung Beetle leaned against the Nut Wall, his face the very picture of despair as he stared blankly at the sky.

Defeated! I, the Village Chief of Wood Leaf Village, have actually lost. In the past, I was always victorious. Many players couldn't best me. But now, I've actually lost to a Sprayer!

King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang stood atop the Nut Wall, looking smug, his eyes brimming with confidence.

Sometimes, a man's competitive spirit is so easily satisfied.

A bit of competitive spirit is essential for living.

"I say, Dung Beetle, are you really taking this so hard? You're acting like you can't handle a loss," King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang said, his expression disdainful. The majestic Village Chief of Wood Leaf Village can't handle a loss?

Hearing this, Dung Beetle furrowed his brows slightly and slapped his backside. "You don't understand," he said. "That scene was just live-streamed. My girlfriend's definitely going to question my abilities now."

No sooner had Dung Beetle finished speaking than King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang retorted, "You really are a scumbag."

"What are you saying? What kind of talk is that?!" Dung Beetle got so riled up by those words that he jumped to his feet. "Would that make me a scumbag?" he argued. "I'm just trying to offer those young ladies a warm shoulder to lean on! If you can't speak respectfully, then don't speak at all! Don't you believe I'd sue you for slander?"

He said this, but inwardly he was deeply apprehensive. After all, the Demon Emperor had privately warned him: if he dared to take things further with Lucifer-Glaze, he wouldn't even have a coffin left.

Listen to that. Who wouldn't be afraid of such a threat?

Although Dung Beetle was bold, he wasn't nearly powerful enough to pick a fight with the Demon Emperor.

With his current power, the Demon Emperor could kill him with ease.

Of course, death isn't really a big deal for me. As long as I have enough Contribution Points, I can resurrect an infinite number of times. What I really fear is the Demon Emperor camping the Respawn Point, waiting to kill me right after I resurrect. That would ruin the whole game experience. What's the point of playing then?! But I don't want to give up on Liu Ruyan and Xu Qing just for Lucifer-Glaze. Sister Zhou... well, she's just a tool, so she doesn't count.

(Sister Zhou: Damn you! Your whole family are tools!)

"You really are shameless. The kind of scumbag I despise the most is someone like you," King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang said, looking at Dung Beetle with contempt.

But Dung Beetle didn't take it to heart; instead, he seemed to take pride in it. Why? Which player could compete with me when it comes to relationships with female NPCs? So what if Old Mo is powerful? He can't even hold Wanwan's hand without wearing gloves. What's the point of that? A man needs to have some dreams.

Dung Beetle stretched and said, "Tell me, are you always this leisurely? Plant all these things and then just lie back and collect wins?"

"None of your damn business!" King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang turned his head and snapped.

Figures. You just can't have a normal conversation with this guy. It's already a win if he doesn't curse your entire family.

Pen Duanchang couldn't be bothered with Dung Beetle anymore. He sat alone on the Nut Wall, quietly watching the distance, waiting for Old Mo and the others to appear.

Now that Dung Beetle has arrived at the Wilderness, the others should be close by too.

Just then, a violent tremor ran through the ground, as if an earthquake had struck. The entire area began to shake wildly.

Startled, Dung Beetle leaped onto the Nut Wall. What he saw next made his scalp tingle.

Through the distant fog, a colossal figure loomed. It moved slowly, and with each step, a palpable tension gripped the hearts of those who watched.

"Holy shit, what the hell is that thing?!"

"Dammit, that must be the Dungeon Boss, right? With a body that massive, how are we supposed to take it down?"

"Afraid of what? We Monster Hunter players love these big guys! We've slain even bigger ones!"

"Oh, so impressive, so very impressive. You guys are truly remarkable, huh? But can the monsters in Monster Hunter really compare to *this* thing before us?"

"..."

King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang sat cross-legged on the Nut Wall, staring at the distant figure for a long while. His face showed no trace of fear, not even surprise. He looked as if the sky itself could fall and he wouldn't bat an eye.

Dung Beetle swallowed hard. "Why aren't you reacting?" he asked. "Didn't you see that huge thing?"

"I've seen it. Many times, actually," King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang said, sounding a little bored. "That thing was pretty scary at first, but I've realized it's not all that. It can only stay within that cloud of mist."

He had seen this figure many times. Initially, he had been quite shocked and worried it might appear in the Wilderness and destroy his plants. But the more he saw it, the more he noticed something was off. Why? It seems that thing can only stay over there; it can't come over here at all. If that's the case, what is there to worry about?

"Someone's coming!"

King of Spraying King Pen Duanchang slowly stood up. He looked toward the horizon where a group of about thirty figures had appeared. They were moving at a moderate pace, seemingly not in any urgent flight.

Dung Beetle also looked over and muttered to himself, "Don't tell me they're planning to act like saints."

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