635 Touch Him After Pulling Out His Shir

Regis' face turned pale as he remained breathless. He looked as though he had exhausted all his energy. After all, this old fella was still considered a BOSS. If the system hadn't set him to be an exhausted old fella, Wang Yu's normal attacks would never bring him to his knees so easily.

In the end, Regis had the demeanor of a great master of his generation. After being defeated by Wang Yu, he did not use the excuse that he was not at his peak to save his pride. Instead, he said with a weak voice, "I can't believe the Grand Cathedral still has a youngster like you. However, for the Atlanta tribe, I will not give you what you need even if I'm going to die."

Regis' attitude was firm, and this caused a real headache for Wang Yu. These were normally the words of the main actor in a television drama. How did he suddenly turn into the villain?

"Grand Cathedral? I'm from the Neutral Faction," Wang Yu explained his identity.

Regis replied with an unperturbed attitude, "Neutral Faction? Never heard of it!" Indeed, at that point in time, there was no division of faction and the entire place was under God's ruling.

"How can I make you believe us?"

"Force the God's Punishment Army out and I will consider." This old man was still unwilling to let it go.

"Hey!" Wang Yu sighed helplessly, "Since that is the case, I'm sorry to let you down." After saying that, Wang Yu's long sword pressed against Regis' throat to prevent him from misbehaving. Following that, Wang Yu looked over at Frost Blade.

Frost Blade understood what Wang Yu was trying to do so he walked over and touched Regis' chest to execute the [Pickpocket] skill.

"F*ck! Frost Blade, I didn't know you're into such things." Quan Zhen Sect would constantly be finding nonsense to stir so when they saw how wretched Frost Blade's actions were, they couldn't control their laughter.

Frost Blade's face turned red, "Stop laughing at me! I have to do this to execute this skill. Otherwise, how do you think it has a 30% probability of success?"

Probability in the game was an extremely subtle choice of word. In other words, it was always a scam. 30% probability would be considered very high. It was equivalent to having a 50% chance of a BOSS dropping peak grade equipment.

Because of this, the system added several restrictions to the [Pickpocket] skill. For example, the user had to be in physical contact with the other party. One of the restrictions was the unique and specific need to touch the other party's chest.

Otherwise, with this 30% probability, Frost Blade would have gone straight to Dragon Island to steal. With this condition in place, Frost Blade wouldn't even get the hair of a dragon by touching just the claws of the dragon.

[Pickpocket] could be executed very quickly and Frost Blade's expression turned stiff soon after. This was when everyone asked in an anxious tone, "Did you manage to steal it?"

"No, the skill failed," Frost Blade said with a head full of sweat.

"It's okay! Probability… We understand. Just continue trying again." Everyone urged on as long as they wouldn't be the one touching the old man's chest.

Frost Blade wiped his sweat and said, "Hold on, the skill is in CD."

After 50 seconds, Frost Blade's skill cooldown time ended. Ignoring Regis' killer glares, Frost Blade put his hand on Regis' chest once more.

In a blink of an eye, Frost Blade replied with a disappointed tone again, "I've failed again."

"30% chance… Try again." Everyone fully understood the concept of probability.

Third time and the skill failed again…

"Frost Blade, are you sure the probability of success of your skill is really 30%? Or are you just lying to us to show off?" After witnessing the third failure in a row, everyone started doubting Frost Blade.

Usually for 30% probability, ordinary people would only need to try twice and succeed on the third attempt. This time, he failed three times in a row, and this was truly somewhat embarrassing. Of course, there were people who couldn't get anything good even after ten attempts. On the other hand, there were those who succeed on the first try even for a 10% probability.

"Stop spouting nonsense! I've always been honest to the Quan Zhen Sect. This must be a problem with where I am touching." After saying that, Frost Blade ignored Regis' feelings again as he touched Regis' left chest.

Not surprising, he failed again.

"What! I don't believe this!" Four consecutive failures really triggered Frost Blade's bad temper. He acted like a true pervert as he touched every inch of Regis' chest. Even after ten minutes, his skill was still unsuccessful.

This made the entire situation incredibly awkward. 30% probability and yet he failed seven to eight times. How ridiculous? In normal circumstances, Frost Blade's luck was considered decent.

"What's happening?" an anxious Ming Du asked.

The Punishment Army was still progressing up the mountain. Therefore, they couldn't waste too much time. However, Frost Blade needed one minute for one try.

Wang Yu replied, "Is the weakening effect of [Pickpocket] that strong?" For high-level BOSS, this skill had an additional weakening effect.

"No, the weakening effect isn't much. Even if Regis is at his prime, the probability should still be more than 15%. There must be a problem with this old man," Frost Blade responded.

When Frost Blade first obtained this skill, he did use this skill on a high-level NPC in the city before. Even though he died a few times, the extent of the weakening effect had also been tested. However, Frost Blade was also labelled as a pervert during that period of time. Of course, when it was exposed that Frost Blade was a member of the Quan Zhen Sect, all the other players understood.

It was a known fact that everyone in the Quan Zhen Sect was extraordinary in their own ways. Therefore, it wasn't surprising to the public that their member was something like this.

"Why don't we pull out his shirt and touch again? No, steal again," an excited Ling Longmeng cried out.

Everyone was lost for words when they heard what Ling Longmeng said. How desperate can she be to come up with such an idea? How can this be related to the shirt? This lady's intention was simply too obvious.

"Little Meng ah, please keep it in your pants. When we return, we will let you strip Fearless and touch him all you want," Ming Du advised as this was still Ming Du's job. If they continued in this manner, not only would they be able to complete the quest, they might get another system warning. Everyone still wanted to preserve this bit of pride.

"Don't dismiss that idea off so fast. I do think Little Meng's idea makes sense." At this moment, Wang Yu suddenly added.

After hearing Wang Yu, Frost Blade was on the verge of crying. "F*ck Old Bull! You didn't give me the [Pickpocket] skill just so you can embarrass me here, right?"

Touching the bare body of an old man? This was simply unimaginable.

"No." Wang Yu shook his head as he pointed at Regis' neck. "My sword is pointed at his main artery. When Little Meng mentioned about taking off his clothes, I could feel a jolt in his neck."

"Old Bull, don't say such nonsense. I didn't offend you in any way." Frost Blade was about to cry at how Wang Yu explained why he agreed with Ling Longmeng.

"What? Isn't it just touching him after pulling out his shirt? Don't be shy! I believe in you and I can help you strip him," Wang Yu replied.

"No no no, none of you touch me. I will take it off myself…" Just when Wang Yu rolled up his sleeves and was about to start, Regis finally responded helplessly.