Chapter 79: Gaining Fashion Points

The Kung Fu Scenario Summon Card, according to its description, allows the summoning of its plot characters only within a mission world. However, a life-and-death duel is a battle fought with one’s life at stake, where only one side can ultimately survive. Naturally, dreamers are permitted to employ every means and ounce of strength at their disposal; even skills that are normally unusable will be instantly reset, and all attributes—life, spirit, and the like—will be fully restored if depleted.

Therefore, this scenario card could also be used within the arena—after all, the arena is essentially a miniature mission world, which came as no surprise to Wang Ling.

His right hand curled around the summoning card, palm completely concealing the poker-sized card from the eyes of the onlookers outside the arena. He then paid 200 currency points to summon the Master of Staff Technique: Wang Long.

Yes, Wang Long, who originally cost only 100 points to summon, now required more after his level had been raised to LV2.

Clad only in a pair of blue pants and wielding a staff coiled like a black dragon, Wang Long’s appearance instantly drew a wave of astonished gasps from the audience outside the arena. The emergence of three mutated Shadow Fighters had already been shocking enough, but now another burly figure appeared on the field. This robust man, with a fierce glint in his eye and a menacing aura, brandished his weapon in a manner reminiscent of a mini-boss. Many in the crowd wondered how this masked rookie managed to have so many formidable henchmen at his command.

But what happened next stunned everyone even further. Another burly man appeared at Wang Ling’s side, this one in purple pants, his sturdy, bare torso rippling with muscle, a thick mustache above a sly, insincere grin—clearly the face of a conniving villain.

The murmurs among the spectators swelled—those who once believed this battle to be a foregone conclusion now found their certainty wavering. Three mutated Shadow Fighters, joined by two brawny, mysterious newcomers—together, they could surely rival a formidable veteran. Still, Elliot was a powerful combatant, surpassing most veterans, so few held out hope for Wang Ling.

“No wonder he dared challenge Elliot. What a pity—Elliot’s strength is anything but ordinary. This newcomer has potential, but alas…”

As for the other main character in this mortal duel, Bai Feng, seeing so many people appear at Wang Ling’s side, felt a jolt of unease and sensed a looming crisis.

“They can’t be familiars—whether summoning stones or contract stones, those are rare and hard to come by… Are these summoned characters? Especially those three Shadow Fighters—they’re clearly thugs from the Double Dragon world, enhanced with mutation serums… How can he control so many summons? Is it a skill granted by equipment, or one he innately possesses? Damn it… Only after two mainline missions, and he already has such powerful abilities?”

While more than six hundred dreamers outside the arena were still reeling in surprise, another flash of white light appeared at Wang Ling’s side. This time, a rugged, broad-shouldered man with thick eyebrows and a full beard, dressed in green, stepped forward. Muscles bulged on his arms, giving him the look of a notorious brute. Coiled around his arm was a gleaming silver chain, the end of which bore a hammer the size of a pumpkin.

Even with a powerhouse like Bai Feng watching from the sidelines, the audience could not help but break out in exclamations. The discussions grew louder, turning the crowd into a veritable marketplace. After all, this was truly incredible! Previously, Wang Ling’s record had been publicized via the Dream Badge—he had only cleared two mainline missions!

Meanwhile, his opponent Elliot’s facial muscles twitched, his expression as if he’d just choked on a whole egg, staring at the sudden influx of new arrivals. Six brawny men, each with his own distinct appearance, all regarded him with ill intent. Even as a seasoned veteran, he could not help but feel his scalp tingle.

“How does this rookie have so many helpers?” Elliot even began to suspect he was under an illusion, rubbing his eyes—only to see that the six men had become seven.

A new figure had appeared: a petite, lively Eastern beauty in pink silk, exuding an energetic and heroic aura.

With a boom, the audience erupted. A rookie dreamer who’d only cleared two missions had summoned seven henchmen—not just generic minions, but unique individuals, some even armed!

“How is this possible!” someone who had ventured into the Double Dragon world and played FC Kung Fu shouted in astonishment, “Those three are Broomhead, Brute, and Hippie from Double Dragon—definitely enhanced by that world’s signature gene mutation serum! And the other four, if I’m not mistaken, are plot characters from the FC Kung Fu world! This guy actually summoned four plot characters!”

“What? Plot characters! Did he acquire contract stones? No, even with more contract stones, you can only have three familiars. He’s got four, and familiars aren’t even human—could it be some kind of perverse summoning skill?”

The dreamers chattered noisily, none considering that these four came from a scenario card. Scenario cards themselves were rare, and this kind of summoning scenario card was even more obscure—hardly anyone in the novice district knew of it.

Bai Feng, however, was an exception. Worldly and experienced, she quickly surmised the existence of a legendary rare item and deduced the source of the four characters:

“A summoning-type scenario card!”

Inside the arena, Wang Ling adjusted his mask, then snapped his fingers, giving orders to his troop of henchmen:

“We don’t know the opponent’s style yet—probe his strength with exploratory attacks. Wang Long, your priority is to use the Coiling Dragon Staff to disarm him. Chen Heng, use your chain to restrict his movements. Taoxian, stay close and use Yoga Fire to harass him. The three of you, don’t rush in—study his fighting patterns first. Be alert—he’s bound to have some hidden trump card. Try to force it out, but don’t fall for any traps!”

“Wang Long, remember: the primary attackers in the first phase are Hippie Fatman, Brute, and Broomhead with the meteor iron spear. If necessary, use these three as shields to block any lethal attacks, but make sure to support and rescue one another as needed.”

“What about me? What about me?” Blue Moon piped up, bouncing in place to catch Wang Ling’s attention. With so many big men around, her petite figure was completely hidden from view.

“Uh, with so many people, there’s hardly any role left for you. Why don’t you stay here and protect me? The air and scenery here are quite nice. I’ll have a seat—give me a shoulder massage, loosen me up…”

In truth, Wang Ling’s goal was to avoid fighting himself unless absolutely necessary, leaving this battle entirely to his summoned characters, while keeping Blue Moon by his side to make it appear as if she was there to protect him.

This way, even if someone memorized his appearance and tried to ambush him in the mission world, they would underestimate his combat capability—no one would suspect he was hiding a comprehensive set of personal attributes, a spiritual energy system, and powerful C- and B-class skills!

Thus, in this battle before more than six hundred dreamers, he would pose as a feeble rookie who could only rely on his summoned minions. Of course, if things turned dire, he would reveal part of his strength, but the more trump cards he kept hidden, the safer he’d be against future ambushes.

Wang Ling found a log and sat down, while Blue Moon obediently stood behind him, her small pink fists gently thumping his shoulders, sometimes kneading, sometimes massaging. The sight nearly made Elliot cough up blood from afar—this duel was supposed to be his show, with the other side just a mere rookie, yet all attention had been stolen away by this string of surprises.

To sit there so relaxed in the middle of a mortal duel, attended by a beautiful girl—was this the attitude for a life-or-death match? Clearly, his opponent was utterly unconcerned, which was a grave insult to a strongman like him!

“They’re just a bunch of trash summons. I’ll kill them first, then twist your head off!” A wave of brutality rose in Elliot’s heart. As the second strongest member of the Orc Team in the novice district, a veteran who had survived countless perils, he was wary but unafraid.

Outside the arena, the dreamers were speechless at the scene. Just by his air of calm composure, this rookie had left the seasoned veteran in the dust!

“A boss-like mask, a horde of fierce-looking henchmen, and a cute girl to boot… If this guy maxes out his style points, won’t he get struck by lightning?”

Amidst six hundred pairs of twitching eyes, under Bai Feng’s icy gaze, and with Blue Moon kneading his shoulders so comfortably that Wang Ling almost moaned aloud, the summoned characters began their assault on Elliot.

Of course, this was not a mindless charge—if Elliot had been unarmed, Hippie Fatman would have launched his “Cannonball” attack, rolling forward like a human wrecking ball. But since the opponent wielded a sharp Damascus steel blade, the Shadow Fighters, under Wang Ling’s absolute control, adopted the most rational tactics.

The three veteran kung fu masters would coordinate their efforts accordingly.