298: Chapter 298 The Gods' Imagination!

In the center of the Gods Arena.

His signature pompadour was as messy as a bird's nest.

His aged face was wrinkled, and his mouth was pursed high, as if he had suffered a tremendous grievance.

He was wearing a filthy, tattered red tank top stained with coal dust!

Not only that.

His dark circles were so heavy it looked like he'd been beaten severely; he was hunched over and limping.

This was the very picture of a battered and abused old man!

As for a vehicle?

This old man didn't even have a cart with wheels!

Seeing this scene.

The previously tense atmosphere of the entire arena froze in a bizarre manner.

On the dueling stage.

God of War Tyr gripped his greatsword with both hands, his murderous aura abruptly choking in his throat.

His eyes were wide open.

Looking at the old man in front of him who seemed like a gust of wind could blow him over, a huge question mark appeared on his forehead.

"That's it?"

Meanwhile, in the human preparation area.

Lu Yuan leaned lazily in his chair, the corners of his mouth curling up into a wicked, mischievous smirk.

Behind him.

Lin Zihao, Zhao Meng, and the others were clutching their stomachs, shoulders shaking violently, forcing themselves not to laugh out loud.

Everyone from the Red Wolf Guild wore that same gloating, extremely insidious smile.

In mid-air.

Freya, acting as the host, looked at the real-time updated contestant data card in her hand, her stunning face filled with confusion.

She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

Only then did she pick up the microphone and announce in a dry voice:

"The, the human camp's second contestant..."

"DongWang — Te Lipu!"

"Battle record..."

Freya stuttered; she flipped the data card over and back twice, but it was completely blank.

"No notable battle record..."

"Formerly belonged to District A, later captured by the Red Wolf Guild..."

"Transferred to the Red Wolf Guild one day ago."

"Overall combat power assessment: Extremely weak."

Extremely weak?!

Captured?!

Joined one day ago?!

Once these words were out, after a brief silence, the gods' viewing platform completely exploded!

"Bullshit! That's absolutely impossible!!!"

"That human named Red Wolf is incredibly cunning!"

"He could use himself as bait, so how could he possibly send a piece of trash onto the stage?"

"Insidious! Too insidious!"

"This group from the Red Wolf Guild is unfathomably devious!"

"This old man looks completely ordinary and doesn't even have a vehicle; he must be up to something!"

"A smokescreen! There must be some kind of major ultimate move on this old man!!!"

The gods fell into wild, absurd imaginations.

They had been left with psychological trauma by Lu Yuan's unreasonable, mutual-destruction tactic in the first round!

"God of War Tyr! Be careful!!!"

"Don't fall for the trap!"

"This old man isn't that simple!"

"Don't engage in close combat! Keep your distance and blast him to death with divine magic!!!"

The gods on the viewing platform roared at the top of their lungs, as if they weren't facing an old man, but some prehistoric beast.

However.

Listening to the terrified shouts of the gods who were acting as if they were facing a great enemy.

Te Lipu, standing in the center of the Gods Arena, was shivering uncontrollably, his legs trembling like a candle in the wind.

Some kind of major ultimate move?

Ultimate move my ass!!!

The only thing I have is pneumoconiosis from digging coal!!!

Te Lipu was on the verge of tears, despair spreading in his heart.

He roared wildly in his heart:

"Damn Lu Yuan!!! Damn the Red Wolf Guild!!!"

"I'm at least a leader of District A, and they actually dragged me out to be cannon fodder!!!"

Meanwhile.

This scene was being broadcast via the sky screen to every corner of the Survival Game.

The World Channel was deathly silent.

Especially in the chat channel of the players from the Great Eagle Country.

Millions of Great Eagle Country players stared blankly at the sky screen.

Looking at that old man with a pursed mouth, wearing a dirty red tank top, and legs shaking crazily.

Everyone's face uniformly displayed a confused expression.

"???"

"???????"

"What the f*ck?! What the hell is going on?!"

Their supreme leader of the Great Eagle Country!

The hope of the entire village!

It was one thing that he was captured by the Red Wolf Guild to dig coal as a slave!

Now...

He was actually representing the Red Wolf Guild to fight in the Gods Arena?!

Could it be... that their leader possessed some hidden combat power?!

Meanwhile.

On the high viewing platform of the Gods Arena.

Loki, the God of Mischief, curled his lip as he watched the trembling old man on the stage.

Other gods might not see through the reality of the situation, but he, Loki, knew the inside story!

Clever as he was, he saw through the Red Wolf Guild's shameless intentions at a glance!

"So that's how it is..."

"Truly the despicable and cunning people of the Dragon Country!"

"Tian Ji's horse racing strategy, right?! Using an inferior horse to trade for a superior one!"

Loki calculated wildly in his heart, his eyes growing brighter.

"We play a Joker, and you just give up, throwing out a three of hearts as cannon fodder!"

"Heh... despicable enough!"

"This wave is definitely a guaranteed win!"

Having figured everything out, Loki lowered his head, his shoulders shaking.

Hold it!

Must not laugh!

Otherwise, he would definitely give himself away in front of the other gods!

At this moment.

Loki gritted his teeth, desperately replaying those miserable experiences in his mind.

He thought through every sad thing he could imagine, and only then did he barely manage to suppress his wildly curling lips.

Beside Loki.

Baldur watched the "painful" Loki before him and couldn't help but be moved.

It seems we really misunderstood Loki!

He is actually so worried about us three brothers!

He's actually a pretty good guy!

Baldur reached out and patted Loki's violently shaking shoulder, his tone full of comfort:

"Loki, don't be too worried."

"These Dragon Country people are indeed cunning and insidious, but God of War Tyr is no fool!"

"He will definitely be able to solve this trouble and avenge Thor!"

"Sob... yes!"

"This god believes God of War Tyr will definitely succeed..."

Loki covered his face, almost unable to hold back his laughter.

Succeed—of course he will succeed, how can you not succeed when you win by lying down?!

On the other side.

In the center of the Gods Arena.

Looking at God of War Tyr before him, who was murderous and seemed like he would split him in half in the next second.

As well as the gods high up on the viewing platform who were acting as if facing a great enemy.

Te Lipu swallowed hard, his legs as soft as noodles.

He tremblingly raised his right hand stained with coal dust, his voice laced with a crying tone.

He cautiously broke the silence: "Um... I say..."

"Can I just surrender?!"

God of War Tyr: ???

The gods: ???