"Sacrifice!"
Rumble!
An earth-shattering explosion resounded through the heavens and earth.
The arena collapsed instantly, the earth trembled continuously, and violent airflow swept across the entire field!
Facing this heaven-shaking, earth-shattering strike, all the spectators held their breath.
"What... exactly happened?"
The VIP box, the audience seats, the resting area— everyone's gaze was fixed on the arena billowing with smoke and sand.
Swoosh~
The dim smoke and sand slowly dispersed.
Two weak figures gradually appeared before everyone.
Meng Li propped herself up, with both hands on the greatsword that had been shattered in half, while panting heavily.
The light armor on her body was shattered, and she was covered in wounds.
A strong sense of fatigue surged up from her heart. She shook her head and forced herself not to faint.
"She withstood all that?"
Looking at the heavily wounded Meng Li not far away, Ye Xiaoxiao was surprised.
That strike just now also completely drained her mana, and a strong sense of fatigue washed over her whole body.
Meng Li endured the fatigue and severe pain in her body, her eyes gradually becoming resolute.
Gritting her teeth, she stared at Ye Xiaoxiao not far away and limped towards the latter.
Smack!
Meng Li smashed a punch onto Ye Xiaoxiao's chest, but it seemed soft and powerless, not causing her any damage.
Instead, it was the former’s body that staggered for a while, almost unable to stand firm.
Meng Li subconsciously grabbed Ye Xiaoxiao's collar, only then barely stabilizing her figure.
"It's already like this. Do you still want to fight?"
Ye Xiaoxiao, surrounded by pitch-black particles, lowered her head with a complicated expression as she looked at Meng Li.
Although her mana was emptied, she wasn't seriously injured.
And the Death Energy blessing from "Death Sacrifice" remained. Paired with Death Breath, she still had the spare capacity to fight.
"I don't want to lose... Especially in front of him, I don't want to lose to you..."
Meng Li's body trembled as she looked at Ye Xiaoxiao.
Her eyes were resolute yet full of unwillingness, her hands gripping the latter’s collar tightly.
Clearly not wanting to give up, but her petite body was already at the end of its rope.
Hearing these words, Ye Xiaoxiao's pupils contracted, her breathing gradually became rapid, and her fists clenched subconsciously.
She slowly reached out, rested her hand on Meng Li's hand, tightly gripping her collar, and took a deep breath.
"Me too, I equally don't want to lose to you."
After saying that, she pulled gently with a bit of force and took the opportunity to push Meng Li forward.
The petite body swayed backward and slowly fell.
"I announce! The champion of this national competition is... Kaiyang Academy: Ye Xiaoxiao!"
With the referee's announcement…
Cheers instantly erupted outside the field.
In the audience, some of Ye Xiaoxiao's fan groups even excitedly held up their signs high.
Written on them was: Sister Ye is awesome! Sister Ye is mighty! Sister Ye step on me fiercely!
Soon, Ye Xiaoxiao stepped onto the award podium.
While Meng Li was surrounded by many medical personnel. After checking her injuries…
They confirmed that the other party chose self-paid treatment, so they carried her down.
Time slowly passed.
The scene changed.
Inside the infirmary.
After receiving treatment, Meng Li slowly opened her eyes.
Recalling her defeat, she let her small ears and sighed somewhat dejectedly.
"Awake? Come, I’ll reward you with a banana to eat."
At that moment, she felt a cool breeze on her small face and a familiar voice beside her.
Meng Li subconsciously turned her head and found Ye Mo holding a banana to her pink, moist, small mouth.
He was looking at her with a kind smile.
"Mr. Agent? You... didn't go to attend Xiaoxiao's award ceremony?"
She blinked her bright, large eyes and took the banana Ye Mo was offering her, somewhat astonished.
"There are so many people cheering for her there. She's not short of fans."
Ye Mo waved his hand and smiled.
'Perhaps...'
'In her heart, the cheers of so many people aren’t equal to you alone.'
Meng Li lowered her head, thinking secretly in her heart.
After hesitating for a moment, she asked somewhat dejectedly.
"Mr. Agent, did I... disappoint you? I clearly inherited your ability, but I still lost to her..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Ye Mo reached out and patted Meng Li's head, comforting her with a smile.
"I’ve never been disappointed in you. Whether it's now or in the future, you’ve always been my pride. This competition is the same. Your performance far exceeded my expectations."
Hearing this, Meng Li's dim eyes gradually regained their luster.
"You rest well. I have an appointment with someone here. In a few days, there might be new members joining us."
Now that Ye Xiaoxiao has won the championship…
And Meng Li had also obtained the runner-up spot in the national competition…
Previously, many players had contacted Ye Mo, wanting to buy the player slots in his hands, as well as his Class Cards.
Now that his fame has rocketed up, the price would naturally rise with the tide.
Although it couldn't compare with the Six Saint Sanctuaries…
But compared to other Wild Gods, it was quite authoritative.
The current Mo Xiao Office was equivalent to a well-known Wild God brand.
It was time to make a good fortune out of it!
"Eh? Where’s Old Mo? Why can't I see any trace of him?"
Holding the glittering golden trophy, Ye Xiaoxiao looked at Zhou Minjun and asked.
With the joy of winning the championship, the person she wanted to share it with the most was undoubtedly Ye Mo.
Just now on the award podium, she had carefully scanned the audience seats.
There was no sign of Ye Mo at all, and she inevitably felt somewhat empty in her heart.
The trophy in her hand didn't seem as sweet anymore.
"Him, he has already returned to Kaiyang City. He's probably interviewing players at the office right now."
Before leaving, Ye Mo had greeted Zhou Minjun.
He said that he had a big client today and asked her to help him settle Ye Xiaoxiao and Meng Li first.
"Is he that career-minded?"
Ye Xiaoxiao frowned, feeling a little disappointed in her heart.
After pondering for a moment, she took out her phone and typed to Ye Mo: Where are you? About what time will you finish...
Before she finished editing the text, Meng Li's soft, weak appearance suddenly flashed through her mind.
'Would this be too domineering?'
With a ‘tap tap tap’, she deleted the text.
After pondering for a moment, she rephrased it: Old Mo, I miss you, let's go together tonight...
'No! This is too cloy.'
After pondering for a moment, she finally typed: Want to watch a movie tonight? I'm happy today, so consider it my treat.
On the other side.
Mo Xiao Office.
"Mr. Ye, fifteen million is really not low. After all, you’re a Wild God Agent. You can't compare with the Six Saint Sanctuaries, right…?"
"Turn right when you go out, no thanks."
"I have an eighty-year-old disabled mother above and a three-year-old child below to feed, I beg you! Give me a chance! I'm kneeling to you now…"
"..."
"Mr. Ye, hearing about you isn’t as good as seeing you. Since the day I was born, the person I admire the most is you. Really! I even enshrine your photo!"
"Brother, you're older than my dad. Who are you trying to fool?"
"Before my daughter died, her biggest wish was for me to be able to..."
"Get out!"
"Giggle~ Giggle~ I just want it..."
After sending this group of weirdos away, Ye Mo rubbed his temples and sighed helplessly.
It really was true that when the forest is big, all kinds of birds flock to it.
Although many people were making serious offers, they didn't meet Ye Mo's psychological expectations.
"You must be... Mr. Ye Mo, right?"
At this time, an old man dressed in white, with a Daoist bearing and a clear breeze-like temperament, knocked on the door and walked into the office with a smile.
'This old man looks a bit familiar.'
Ye Mo carefully sized up the old man, always feeling like he had seen him somewhere before.
"This old man is Li Changkong. I want to seek a player position for my little daughter. I wonder if it's possible."
Li Changkong smiled and sat opposite Ye Mo while speaking slowly.
'Li Changkong?'
'I was wondering why this person's name was so familiar. It turns out that he's a Demigod from the Heavenly Dao Alliance.'
Ye Mo would often see his figure on advertising posters.
"You seem to be someone from the Heavenly Dao Alliance's Council of Elders, right? Pushing your granddaughter to a Wild God Agent, is that appropriate?"
Ye Mo frowned and asked.
"Sigh! The Six Saint Sanctuaries seem glamorous on the surface, but in reality, the water inside is very deep. Especially since my identity is so sensitive, and recently I even fell from the Demigod level and have been targeted by many opponents from other factions.
So, I don't want her to be involved too much with the Alliance."
Saying that, he suddenly looked at Ye Mo.
"You should also be conflicted right now. Selling at a high price to children of aristocratic families, you worry about getting involved in their struggles. But selling at a low price to ordinary people, you’re unwilling.
On my side, I can actually free you from these concerns. After all, my granddaughter’s young and her identity’s clean."
As someone who had been through it all, Li Changkong was very clear about Ye Mo's thoughts.
"How much are you preparing to... offer?"
"A small goal*."
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*This Chinese Meme comes from a famous 2016 interview with Wang Jianlin, the billionaire founder of Wanda Group and once the richest man in China. When asked to give advice to the young people who wanted to be rich like him, Wang Jianlin famously said, “You shouldn't be so ambitious at the start. First, set a small goal, like earning 100 million.” So in Chinese Meme culture, “small goal” became synonymous with 100 million yuan. It’s basically the equivalent of the “small loan of a million dollars” meme of Donald Trump in the west.