My Players Are So Fierce

"Boss Turner, you were amazing today! You really crushed those Transians' arrogant spirit."

After the boxing match, the mysterious Winter Wolf monk Turner put his hood back on and was guided by Blood Rat Gang members to a secret hideout in the sewers.

This was a rest area specially prepared by Dorothy for this "hot favorite to win the championship."

Because of Turner's excellent performance today, Maxim's side also determined that he had passed the "selection" and could temporarily be free from prisoner status, choosing how to start his new life in Transia freely.

This was definitely a case of "one person's success benefits all around them" in real life, as Turner's outstanding performance earned preferential treatment from the Blood Rat Gang for the small group of rebel soldiers and military ruffians around him.

Of course, this wasn't just benefits that Turner had earned for his followers.

As a former captain of the Winter Wolf Legion, although Turner had experienced some life and fate-changing events, he also had standards for selecting his "followers."

He wouldn't accept just anyone, true scoundrels who dared to approach him carelessly would end up with broken bones at the very least.

Although these guys welcoming his victorious return were nominally "rebels," Turner actually knew that these fellows were really just "victims" of internal faction fights within the military.

They were stripped of their military status merely because their superiors lost in factional struggles and were implicated, then thrown onto work sites in the wilderness to build that railway that had already "devoured" too many lives. The Wolf Queen's domestic reforms would touch the interests of many people and then provoke stronger backlash. Against this backdrop of changing situations, these brave soldiers from common backgrounds had no power to control their own fate.

As for the "military ruffian" label, there really wasn't much explanation needed.

The military reforms in Nordtov were far from complete, and for an old-style army, the standards for measuring military discipline were always quite magical.

Turner was escorted into this not-so-spacious but well-cleaned sewer hideout, and his eager followers immediately brought chairs and set up a table, delivering hot porridge with frozen fish flakes and several pieces of cut jerky and fruit to the boss, then tactfully left.

Only one or two people remained by the boss's side.

They all knew that Boss Turner was a capable person and normally didn't like to interact with people much.

Turner was already used to his followers' enthusiasm. This journey with them from the wilderness to Transia had also made him no longer resist their adoration, and as usual, he began eating silently.

The two rough-looking fellows standing beside him, one tall and one short, were actually the true core leaders of this small group.

"How did your talks with the Blood Rat Gang go?"

After drinking some porridge, Turner took a piece of fruit, bit into it and casually asked.

He actually didn't care about this question.

But these guys had been working hard all along the way, so he needed to reciprocate this purposeful kindness. Facing Turner's inquiry, the tall rebel leader Sharif replied with undisguised joy:

"Thanks to you, boss, the Blood Rat Gang was very polite to us. Their leader 'Razor' Dorothy personally met with me and Zack. As you predicted earlier, they're really short on people now so they hope we can join the Blood Rat Gang, and they've offered very generous terms."

"It's not just because of me."

Turner smiled.

He felt relieved after learning that his companions on this journey would have a decent path forward. Although he only used these guys as "props" to disguise his identity, they were all military men after all, and he couldn't just discard them after using them.

"Your performances in the other arenas today were also quite impressive. When I just got back I checked the records, Zack won 7 matches, and all the other brothers also beat their opponents. Even without my factor, the Blood Rat Gang would see your value.

We also made inquiries in Bataxin, the Blood Rat Gang is an organization serving the Blood Vulture Clan. Joining them means you've established yourselves in Transia.

A new life is right ahead.

But what happens after, that's up to you."

He finished the fruit in a few bites and threw the jerky into the porridge, swallowing it in big mouthfuls.

Being a monk didn't prohibit eating meat, and his appetite was very good, completely matching his strength.

Sharif and Zack exchanged glances, and after patiently waiting for the boss to finish eating, the tall Sharif spoke:

"Boss, we never expected you to stay with us forever. Although you never said much about why you came to Transia along the way, we all believe you must have come for something important.

All along the way, we said we were helping you disguise your identity, but actually you were the one taking care of us.

If it wasn't for your and the other masters' protection, we who carry troubles probably couldn't even have made it out of the wilderness. Although we don't have much ability to help you with big matters, if you need us in the future, just say the word and brothers will definitely be willing to follow you through hell and high water."

"Right."

Zack, who wasn't very skilled with language arts, also chimed in:

"Actually our initial thought wasn't to join the Blood Rat Gang. If you're willing to continue leading us, we don't need to bow our heads to the Transians anymore."

Hearing this, Turner who was just drinking his last mouthful of porridge suddenly stopped.

A flash of pain and helplessness crossed his weathered eyes, and after several seconds of silence, he took out a scarred badge from his bosom and placed it in front of Sharif and Zack.

The two former sergeant majors showed immediate respect when they saw this thing, they both recognized it as the badge of the Winter Wolf Legion's elite reconnaissance unit.

"Last time someone also said the same words to me."

Turner stroked the battle-scarred military badge and said hoarsely:

"I made a promise to those good men who were willing to follow me. I declared that I would lead them to accomplish something truly meaningful, to offer loyalty to our motherland and gain glory. However, less than 7 days after I made that oath, all my brothers died in that battle.

Ah, I still can't forget the scene of Master Yuri carrying me out from the pile of corpses on his back.

I also can't forget how much important things we lost due to that shameful defeat.

Sharif, Zack.

I can't respond to your expectations, because I haven't yet repaid the important task entrusted to me by those who once trusted me. Before that burden dissipates, I'm just a person carrying debts who must walk alone.

The North Wind God has guided me to Transia. What I seek is here, and I cannot drag others into it again.

This is a terrible death spiral!

I must complete this task alone.

If you trust me, then stay as far away from me as possible afterward, and live well in the second life you've worked hard to get.

Never participate in those high-level games again. You may not be able to return to your homeland, but Transia's future is yet undetermined.

This place full of threats may also become a land of hope, become a pure land."

Turner smiled bitterly.

He put away the military badge and patted Sharif and Zack's shoulders, saying:

"If fate shows mercy, we will meet again."

With Turner's words having reached this point, even though Sharif and Zack were rough men, they could hear from their boss's bitter expression and his weathered tone that their boss must have experienced some unspeakably horrible things in the past.

That heavy past was so terrible that it left a terrible void in the soul of Turner, who had survived death and converted to faith.

Faced with this situation, they couldn't say any words of comfort, could only pat the boss's shoulders and then silently leave.

In a room deep in the sewer hideout, in darkness with just one person, Turner took out the wolf fang holy symbol he had carried since childhood and held it in his hand, silently reciting the North Wind God's teachings.

In his heart, he was calmly examining his current situation.

He knew he had to prepare.

Because his target was here.

He needed to get close to Murphy

Just get close enough to him, and he could find those thieves!

Dusk!

Damn Dusk believers, they were here!

He could even smell the rotten stench of those doomsday cultists. What he lost because of them, he must take back with his own fists!

The North Wind God has given teachings, national and personal grudges must not be forgotten, those thieves must pay blood debts with blood!

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"I'm saying why are you so useless! Getting knocked down in less than 10 moves?"

At 3 AM, while Niuniu was still lying uncomfortably in his dorm room being comforted with alcohol by his three roommates, his sister's call came through.

"Why aren't you online? Hiding offline crying?"

Sister Pomegranate could be quite harsh with her words sometimes, making the slightly tipsy Niuniu immediately retort:

"Who's crying? Only dogs would cry!

My character shows 'unconscious' so I can't get on right now, still need 20 minutes before I can reconnect. That bastard must have used some kind of monk secret technique or something to lock up the character's spirit energy flow, should be some kind of high-level control skill.

Anyway that's how Brother Alpha explained it when I asked on the forum."

"Oh, that's good then. I thought you got traumatized from getting beaten up. Children of our Old Niu family can't be that fragile."

Sister Pomegranate said on the other end:

"Come find me after you get online, I'll take you to get payback!"

"???"

Niuniu widened his eyes and asked back:

"Holy shit what are you planning to do? Don't the boxing matches continue tomorrow? And with so many people participating how can you meet him in the schedule? Are you planning to ambush him? Isn't that against the rules?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just come when I tell you to."

Sister Pomegranate dropped these words and hung up the phone. The other three brothers in the dorm – Khaki, Old Oil and Shrimp Catcher – all heard the voice from the phone, and stared at each other with big eyes.

Khaki Tony Tai took a sip of alcohol and said quietly:

"This Sister Pomegranate usually torments you in various ways, but when something happens she's the first one to stand up for you. Your sibling relationship is really good, it's enviable."

"Bullshit!"

Niuniu sat back down at the table unhappily and said with a pout:

"She's just domineering!

She's been domineering since childhood, only she's allowed to bully me and no one else is allowed to pick on me.

Back when I was in high school and got bullied by thugs from outside school, she was already a formal athlete but still helped me put a sack over that guy's head. If I hadn't stopped her, she almost crippled that guy in the alley.

I'm telling you, you'd also be troubled if you had such a demon king sister like her.

When she goes crazy, I get scared just thinking about what she might do.

But grandfather still always spoils her, saying something like the family's future will depend on my sister's spirit to stand firm, as for me I just need to assist her, tch, so old-fashioned, what era is this?"

"Hmm, every time I hear you talk about your family it's like listening to a martial arts novel."

Shrimp Catcher raised his glass and took a shot with Niuniu, then complained after downing it:

"This is only believable because we entered the game and saw with our own eyes that you siblings both have kung fu. Niuniu tell me honestly, if you fought against the teachers at school who specifically teach this stuff, what would your chances of winning be?"

"Are we talking about fighting for real or just playing around?"

The now 70% drunk Niuniu asked with a grin, no longer filtering his words. Old Oil came over with his wine glass and asked:

"What do you mean by fighting for real? And what about playing around?"

"One move to knock them down if fighting for real, can go about 10-plus rounds if playing around."

Niuniu snorted, casually grabbed three walnuts from the table and put them in his hand. Without visible finger movement, there was a crack and all three walnuts shattered in his hand.

"I'm not bragging to you guys, my grandfather is over 70 this year, but when he swings a white wax pole he can handle 4-5 of us no problem. Just tapping my hand tendons can make me go numb for half a day. There's still lots of stuff passed down in our Cangzhou area.

But well, I don't know if my sister got the true teachings or not. After that sack incident, grandfather drove her out of the house and held firm until she was 25 and won her first championship before letting her come home for New Year.

Since then she hasn't really fought anyone for many years, and her temperament has also softened a lot.

Sigh, my sister is actually just tough on the outside. She loves this damn game to death. You guys haven't seen how happy she is when bare-handedly cracking open gnoll skulls.

She's just a natural tigress.

But sadly she's caged on our side, like a fierce tiger lying in desolate hills.

Too bad she was born in this era, for people like her it's quite regrettable."

Niuniu took another drink, let out a breath, and said with a strange smile:

"Brother Mao from the Soldier Strike team is actually the same. He looks gentle and refined, but once you see his sword momentum you'll know, people like them were born to venture into Transia. Being born in this era is really quite regrettable for them.

Alright alright, enough bragging.

Let's go!

Brothers let's get in game and see my sister get revenge for me, pah, your young master's skills weren't even displayed before that dog knocked me out.

This time I really lost face.

If my grandfather knew about this he'd probably faint from anger. When have our Niu family people ever suffered such humiliation in a fight?"

Meanwhile, in the sewer hideout.

Sister Pomegranate stood in the dark room with a cupped fist salute forward, then rolled her shoulders, and when her form lowered she settled into a fighting stance. Across from her, Turner blinked.

He had never seen such strange martial arts before, but by feel it should be Sanda Sect techniques, so he simply responded again with the basic Wind Rush Fist, but the feeling when they engaged made "Iron Fist" frown.

The pressure this lady gave him was quite different from that novice earlier, rather having the presence of a fierce tiger showing its fangs and claws.

He had evaluated Niuniu's fists as lacking conviction.

However, the girl before him had clearly entered another level in terms of skill that Turner had to take seriously. So he flashed away from Sister Pomegranate's wide open attacks, and after one breath his tightly clenched fist loosely formed into a beast claw, with cold spirit energy appearing to coil around his body.

The hunting presence of the classic Winter Wolf monk style activated, then stepping forward he used just 5 attacks to completely break Sister Pomegranate's offensive momentum, after which she was totally suppressed.

The perfect coordination of spirit energy and monk's qi made every strike carry a thousand-pound force. By the end Sister Pomegranate couldn't even defend, her guard was broken by one punch leaving her wide open, then another punch to the face made her collapse to the ground.

Fortunately the disciplined monk doesn't harm people.

This punch had 90% of its power withdrawn before landing.

Turner withdrew his fist and stood, looking down with regret at Sister Pomegranate who was breathing heavily. He said hoarsely:

"Your sinews and bones are opened, your momentum is initially formed, but you haven't yet comprehended the 'qi' that is crucial for monks. Before you received the midnight blessing I could still teach you… but you've already entered the night path, so the Winter Wolf way is no longer suitable for you.

Go seek the Shadow Sect's legacy.

You will definitely become Transia's finest shadow warrior, I'm certain of this."

"Where is the Shadow Sect?"

Sister Pomegranate had lost.

But she wasn't discouraged, instead her eyes lit up from seeing this continent's true monk legacy. She struggled to get up and asked.

Turner shook his head and said:

"I don't know. The Winter Wolf Church belongs to the Four Symbols Sect and Sanda Sect traditions. We've always been at odds with the Shadow Sect, but the Thieves Guild might have connections. Actually the Sword Saint Sect would suit you well too, cultivate a sharp spirit to protect country and home, train a killing momentum of no return.

Regrettably, the true essence of that legacy is only found in the Ancient Calum Kingdom now, and their state-protecting monks never leave the eastern borders."

"Can you demonstrate the power characteristics of the Shadow Sect?"

Sister Pomegranate asked weakly:

"I want to see the path I'll be taking in advance."

"I'm not a shadow warrior or ninja master…"

Turner was a bit confused by this request.

But seeing the bright eyes of the girl before him, he shrugged, took a deep breath and simulated shadow warrior techniques, flashing like a stealthy movement to appear behind Sister Pomegranate. The female player immediately countered with an elbow strike which Turner blocked, but in that instant her other hand shot forward like lightning.

"Bang"

Sister Pomegranate immediately fell unconscious.

Turner withdrew his fingers and said softly:

"Shadow Step, Spirit Strike and Throat Cut, these are the only three I know. Hope you can learn them, young monk."