You Ditched an R-Rank, Now That I’m an SSR, You Wanna Cry? Chapter 84
This SSR-versus-SSR clash ended with Xia Yuan’s crushing victory.
Nearly sixty to seventy million viewers, counting live broadcasts from major news outlets plus the crowd at Gold City, witnessed the duel!
Everyone was stunned by the strength of this new-generation SSR, Xia Yuan!
Various hot search topics about Xia Yuan’s fight with the Molten Forgemaster dominated the trending lists, and interest kept climbing.
That in turn sent Xia Yuan’s livestream viewers surging again, already approaching one hundred million.
His popularity rivaled last season’s champion, Alcas.
After taking down a veteran SSR, Xia Yuan immediately checked the system reward progress bar.
What he saw made him break into a grin.
No wonder this was the SSR old man contracted spirit!
A full 5% increase!
Xia Yuan was itching to keep climbing the tower. He wanted to hunt more powerful SSRs to push the progress bar further.
The second combat ceiling template was practically waving to him!
“Fatty Yu, still not getting up?”
“Time’s tight, let’s keep climbing!”
Xia Yuan squatted down with a smile and reached out his hand toward Mo Shiyu, who still looked dazed.
Mo Shiyu blankly reached out and used his hand to steady herself as she stood.
But the next second Xia Yuan being his usual mischievous self, let go. “Oops, my hand slipped...”
Smack!
Mo Shiyu lost her balance and plopped back down on her butt, wincing in pain, “Xia Yuan!”
Xia Yuan laughed loud and wickedly, “Haha, who told you you always zone out? See, you fell!”
Mo Shiyu covered her sore rear and stood up with watery eyes.
She had almost put this guy on a glamorous pedestal!
Fortunately, that illusion had just shattered...
No matter how strong he was, he still had that horrible personality, always liking to act annoying!
Little Black, ever the flatterer, rubbed her paws and flew in circles around Xia Yuan:
“Great Xia Yuan is so awesome. My admiration for you is like a mighty river, never-ending!”
She perched on Xia Yuan’s shoulder and, using all her might, rubbed his shoulders with a devout tone:
“I, Little Black, will always be your most loyal support accessory. Promise you won’t ever dislike me later!”
Xia Yuan chuckled:
“Alright, alright...”
Mo Shiyu looked at her with a face full of speechlessness at the sycophancy.
She’s the spirit tamer, okay...
The three of them got into the elevator and headed for the eleventh floor.
While ascending, Mo Shiyu checked Xia Yuan’s panel, and sure enough, new skills had appeared in his skill bar again!
Glint-Glint Fruit?!
Mo Shiyu recalled the golden light that had flashed around Xia Yuan and fell into thought.
Could the Ever-changing SSR’s hidden attribute be that it gains new skills through combat?!
That was insane—equivalent to limitless growth!
At the thought, Mo Shiyu’s eyes lit up as she looked at Xia Yuan.
Not only would she rise with him!
All humanity would be saved!
Because as long as he kept developing, Xia Yuan might one day rival a god!
..........
Gold City ticket checkpoint.
A skeleton in a pink suit smoothed her lapel, preparing to step in elegantly, only to be stopped by the ticket inspector.
“Sir, do you have an entry ticket?”
The Lord of the Undead’s hollow eye sockets stared at her, “Entry ticket? Sorry, miss, I don’t need a ticket to go anywhere I want.”
The inspector was puzzled. Which player’s clueless contracted spirit was this, allowed out so casually?
She could only repeat, “Sorry, no ticket, you cannot enter Gold City to watch the match.”
Two security guards stepped forward, one on each side, towering over the pink skeleton with warning glares.
The Lord of the Undead listened to the clamor from inside and swept his gaze over the obstructing staff. A hint of annoyance crossed the skull face.
He raised his thin bony arm and glanced at the time on his watch.
There was still some time left from what the boss had given him.
As the Lord of the Undead debated whether to start right away, a white streak cut across the sky above Gold City!
A knight radiating pure snowy holy light descended from the heavens and landed outside the checkpoint.
The Holy Light Knight dismounted with a flourish and waved, folding her winged white horse back into her pocket, nearly causing Mo Cheng to stumble as he dismounted...
She lazily stretched and exhaled, “Finally off-duty. Wonder how Xia Yuan’s match went. Hope it finishes soon so I can get back to gaming...”
Mo Cheng shook his head helplessly. The contracted spirits their Mo family had signed were all so leisurely, they all loved to play games.
The real world had already turned into a gacha game...
He stepped forward and handed two tickets to the inspector.
The inspector eagerly welcomed them in, “You two are really late. The match has already been underway for a while!”
The Holy Light Knight and Mo Cheng walked past the Lord of the Undead and entered the checkpoint without issue.
The Lord of the Undead naturally followed, planning to enter with them, but was stopped again.
The female ticket inspector snapped, “Sir, I already told you, no entry without a ticket!”
The Lord of the Undead loosened the tie of his pink suit, his gaze deepening as his voice grew cold:
“Let’s make a deal...”
“Let me in before I get angry. How about that?”
The Holy Light Knight and Mo Cheng both froze mid-step.
The inspector, looking like she’d lost her mind, scolded the contracted spirit, “Sir, which mental hospital did you run away from...!”
Bang!
Before she finished, a loud crash!
The world spun in the inspector’s vision!
When she could see clearly again, she and the two guards found themselves retreating, sheltered by a knight shining with holy light, a full hundred meters away!
Mo Cheng stepped forward, face grave, “Holy Knight, what’s going on? Is there something wrong with that skeleton?”
The Holy Light Knight couldn’t take her eyes off the pink skeleton contracted spirit. Cold sweat beaded on her face inside the helmet. The holy light armor on her right arm shattered, revealing a pale white forearm. Her voice trembled slightly:
“Old man, tell me... my life already feels like walking on thin ice. Can I still finish Thousand Loves Myriad Spirits’ campaign?”
Mo Cheng’s heart sank.
After so many years of tacit understanding, he realized that the skeleton wasn’t just problematic...
It might cost them everything here...
The Lord of the Undead lowered his raised arm and, faintly surprised, said:
“Oh?”
“You’re pretty fast.”
“Strength around SR? My estimate wasn’t wrong...”
Red light flashed in his hollow eyes, “After all, I’ve killed quite a few SR contracted spirits.”
In a flash of lightning, the Holy Light Knight and the Lord of the Undead had already exchanged blows. The opponent’s casual slash shattered the Holy Light Knight’s proud holy armor!