60 Making Friends Through Martial Arts

"Damn it! Damn it, damn it, damn it! He makes me so angry! AAAAAHHHHH—" 

In the girls' dorm of the University of South China was a good-looking girl. She threw her helmet on the bed furiously and panted while hissing through gritted teeth for a while. She then stood up and stomped about her blanket to relieve her gloom from the game. 

Three girls hugged each other as if they had been scared by the girl while they stayed away from her bed. They looked at the girl venting her rage in great fear. After a long while, they opened their mouths and asked, "What's wrong, Young Wei? We just heard that you wanted to get yourself a spot on South China's ranking board for the powerful, but why are you acting like this soon after you got in?"

The girl on the bed snorted fiercely through her nose. "Forget it, the moment I think of it, I get angry. We're from the same department, but he showed no mercy the moment he attacked. With just one attack, he kicked me off… 

"Ack, I still said it. I lost to his ambush and fell off the stage! Hmph! How dare he kick me? He must be bored of living… Damn it, he even refused to let me see his face. Who does he think he is? The department prince? He used a rag to cover his face as if he was afraid of others seeing his face. I'm so angry!"

She ranted like a machine gun while not forgetting to squeeze and trample her velvety smooth blanket to vent her anger. 

The other girls were speechless. They looked at each other at a loss.

"So, our dear swordswoman, you lost in the first round?"

"Hmph." Young Wei's fierce glare made her look like a violent lady. It made the other three girls shudder in terror. Out of fear of violence, they quickly changed the topic. "Um… has the martial arts tournament ended?"

The violent girl was stunned for a moment before she became calm again. 

"No."

"Then why are you out?"

"Ah!" she screeched. The violent girl quickly put on her helmet and returned to the game.

*****

Happy, who had caused a certain violent girl in the University of South China to fly into a rage, enjoyed great success all along the way. He did not need to spend any effort against the greenhorns. At most, he only needed two moves to defeat his opponent. 

He made sure not to make his opponent feel any pain, so he ended all his fights by kicking them off the stage. However, during his fourth fight, he met a very popular person on South China Martial Artists Ranking Board. He was once a great person who occupied the third spot for a period of time. Right then, he might be in fourth place, but he was definitely not any worse than the two people placed before him on the ranking board in South China. It was Butt Shaker!

This person had been pretty close to Happy in his previous life. 

When he saw Butt Shaker's figure, which was just as much of a mess as his name, appear on the stage, Happy felt a faint and inexplicable warmth in his heart. 

Butt Shaker was an orthodox disciple of Beggar's Sect. His hair was usually a mess, and he habitually bit on a drumstick. There was always a wine gourd hanging off his waist. He loved lingering around the streets admiring beautiful girls, and he would sometimes stretch his perverted claws to touch the ladies' butts. Of course, anyone could tell just how much this person loved a certain body part based on his name alone. 

As the tournament progressed, Butt Shaker had completed all three of his matches. He had a smooth journey up to that point. When he saw that his fourth match was about to arrive, he brought out a greasy drumstick that all Beggar's Sect disciples loved from his Universe Bag, and he did so in a very flippant manner. He tore off a piece of flesh from the drumstick in a very brusque manner while he waited for his next opponent. 

When Happy appeared before him with a relaxed gaze and a strange smile beneath his mask, the relaxed look on Butt Shaker's face disappeared. He quietly swallowed the chicken meat he had yet to finish chewing and threw away the drumstick without any care for social rules. His expression swiftly turned solemn. 

During the past few months in the game, he had developed a pair of very good eyes. Based on the player's bearing, charisma, and the way they held their sword, he could tell whether the person was strong or weak. 

He was certain that his fourth opponent was definitely not someone from the top thirty on South China Martial Arts Ranking Board, but the pressure he gave him did not lose to the top on the ranking board—Brother Tea Words!

"I am Butt Shaker! I don't think we've met before!" 

Uncaring about how oily his hands were, Butt Shaker put his fist in his palm and gave Happy a greeting. He gave off a wild feeling, just like the wanderers wandering about the country. 

"I'm Happy," Happy answered crisply. 

Butt Shaker nodded in realization. He remembered all the names ranked in the top one hundred, so he was certain that this person might have not registered as a member before or had not renewed and provided a comprehensive data of himself in the game in time. In other words, he was a person who kept a low-profile. 

"Reporting participants. Butt Shaker, fourth round. Happy, fifth round!"

The notification from the system made Butt Shaker's heart tense again. 

He believed that he had ended his previous fights relatively quickly, so he did not expect that the person before him would be one round ahead of him. If that was the case, he could easily imagine his abilities. 

He schooled his face, and his expression became even more solemn. The wooden staff he never brought out during his previous fights now appeared in his hands. 

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"Please."

Happy smiled. He tapped on the ground and moved with his sword. In an instant, he appeared in front of Butt Shaker. Butt Shaker's demeanor when facing an enemy changed. His Fire Burning Staff went charging at Happy with a low whistle as it sliced through the air. 

Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal clashing against metal could be heard. 

Happy did not want to traumatize Butt Shaker. He changed his fierce attacks and used Black Cloud Sword Technique to fight against him. Once this sword technique reached the tenth realm, it placed an emphasis on attack and speed. It was the same as the Mad Demon Staff Technique from Beggar's Sect. When a powerful technique clashed against another powerful technique, it would naturally result in a fierce fight. 

"Perfect timing."

Butt Shaker instantly felt a pressure he had never felt before. He felt as if he had just encountered an incredibly powerful enemy. He used his full strength, and his robes fluttered. The shadow of his staff moved about, and it looked like a mad demon had descended on the face of the earth. The momentum of his attacks was astonishing!

'A Grandmaster Realm Mad Demon Staff Technique?!'

Happiness showed on Happy's face. He no longer held back as well. He brought out the full power and the essence of Black Cloud Sword Technique. The speed, ruthlessness, and lethality of the technique was intentionally brought out. Even though the technique had yet to reach Grandmaster Realm, with Happy's understanding of the Mad Demon Staff Technique, they were equals. The two of them continuously moved about and attacked each other. They fought until they could not be separated from each other, creating a very lively atmosphere. 

"This is fun!" 

As time passed, the two of them became incredibly excited. When Butt Shaker was covered in sweat from the battle, he laughed loudly and asked, "Bro, which department did you come from? With your skills, you won't have a problem getting first place in this tournament!"

"You praise me too much! I'm from the Computer Engineering Department. Butt, you're pretty good as well."

Butt Shaker glared at him and cursed gloomily. "What a load of bull! I can't defeat you with my Mad Demon Staff Technique even though I've pushed it to Grandmaster Realm, and you're saying I'm good? What's all that fake modesty crap? Tell me your name! Argh, you bastard, you're the worst!"

"Heh heh, there'll be plenty of chances for you to find out my name in the future."

Happy knew that it was Butt Shaker's catch phrase, which was why he did not take it to heart. He smiled and suddenly changed the momentum of his sword. When Butt Shaker cried out in surprise, Happy's Black Cloud Sword Technique had already changed into Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Sword. 

"Ack!" 

The ruthless and straightforward sword attacks suddenly became strange and unfathomable. Butt Shaker could not get used to it on a short notice. He was caught in a difficult situation, and soon, he was forced to the edge of the stage. When he realized he was cornered, his expression changed! 

"Eat this!"

A powerful aura suddenly appeared around Butt Shaker's body, and the presence of his power became much stronger than before. 

'A secret technique?'

Happy was stunned. Still, he activated Gate Realm, and his qi surged. His body instantly rose from the stage, and under Butt Shaker's shocked gaze, he rose twenty to twenty-three feet while drawing his lancet knives…

"Sorry, bro!"

A chilling light sliced down to the stage like a bolt of lightning. 

At the same time, a red light shot out from Butt Shaker's hand!