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342: The scene in H City suddenly changed, and everyone rushed to help the old lady!

It wasn't until a well-informed fellow lowered his voice and revealed the truth.

“You all don’t know, do you? The reason Wu Rongkang was favored by the Holy Lord wasn’t because he got lucky, but because of his character!”

“Character?”

“Exactly! It’s said that when the Cangming Alliance members were ambushed, hundreds of people watched, but Wu Rongkang, a D Rank, was the only one who wanted to rush in and help!”

This news exploded like a bomb among the crowd.

“Holy crap? Is that real or fake?”

“Also, when he got one hundred thousand contribution points, the first thing he exchanged wasn't equipment, but medicine for his grandfather and milk powder for his son!”

“I... I think I understand a little now.”

The A Rank Genius from before turned pale.

He remembered.

When the Cangming Alliance members were ambushed, he was also present.

His thought at the time was, it’s better to avoid trouble, just watch the excitement.

But Wu Rongkang, the 'waste' in his eyes, wanted to step forward.

So... the Holy Lord and the Cangming Alliance weren't looking at talent or Rank at all!

They were looking at this!

At this moment, countless Lords pounded their chests and stomped their feet, regretting their past actions.

“Damn it, last week a B Rank Lord was being chased by a mutated beast and asked me for help, but I thought his reward was too little, so I just ran off!”

“The day before yesterday, I saw an old lady in District D who couldn’t find her way home, and I didn’t even bother to help...”

“It’s over, it’s over, I missed out on several hundred million!”

An unprecedentedly strange trend began to spread in H City.

When Lords met, they no longer compared whose Rank was higher or whose equipment was better.

Instead, they began to share what “good deeds” they had done recently.

“Brother, yesterday I shared half of this month’s rations with a family next door that was about to starve to death. Do you think the Holy Lord will see my shining point?”

“What’s that compared to mine! I spent all morning today helping thirty lost elderly men find their way home!”

“I even cleaned their territories for them!”

Some even started waiting specifically at the entrance of the Mission Hall to help old grandmas and grandpas go for walks.

As a result, a group of Lords almost got into a fight over helping one old grandma.

H City's values underwent a drastic distortion under the influence of the “Wu Rongkang Effect.”

From pure strength supremacy and survival of the fittest.

It transformed into... a large-scale “Moving Holy Land” selection event.

Everyone wanted to become the next Wu Rongkang.

They firmly believed that as long as their character was “precious” enough.

One day, the Cangming Alliance’s “garbage truck,” symbolizing a meteoric rise, would also stop in front of them.

Besides the “Wu Rongkang Effect.”

Another topic that ignited the entire city was, of course, the “Global Lord Martial Arts Competition.”

“A prize pool of 1.5 billion gold coins! My goodness! I’ve never seen so much money in my life!”

“That’s the total prize pool; the Holy Lord will still take 20% as management fees!”

“That’s still 1.2 billion! The first place can take six hundred million! We’re rich!”

“The key isn’t the money! It’s that qualification! To be able to invite the top combat power of the Dragon Country! That’s like having an extra life!”

“Damn it, just thinking about all the Geniuses from around the world coming to our H City makes me so excited!”

A Lord took a sip of wine, his Face flushed, and he shouted, “We are the home team! We cannot embarrass the Holy Lord!”

“Right! No embarrassment!”

“From today on, I’m going to Cultivate monsters all night; I’m going to raise my Rank!”

“By then, let those foreigners see that our Dragon Country’s Lords are the strongest!”

“Cheers!”

For a time, the entire H City’s Cultivation enthusiasm was completely ignited.

Everyone was holding back a surge of energy.

They not only wanted to prove their character to the Holy Lord.

They also wanted to prove to the whole world that the Holy Land’s Lords were worthy of the title “Holy Land”!

The entire city was immersed in this strange atmosphere, a mix of opportunism, worship, fanaticism, and passion.

They didn’t know that Mo Yan, the instigator of all this.

Was currently sitting leisurely on the city wall of Cangming City, drinking tea.

Looking at the massive competition venue that had already begun to be built outside the city.

Uncle Qin stood behind him, looking at the changes in the city below, and sighed, “My Lord, this move of yours is more effective than any decree.”

Mo Yan smiled.

“Such is human nature.”

What he wanted was never a group of machines that only followed orders.

But an Alliance of flesh and blood, with principles, capable of gratitude and reverence.

Wu Rongkang was just the beginning.

Just then, a black dot appeared on the distant horizon.

It was a huge flying boat with an extremely exaggerated design, built entirely of black gold.

On the flying boat, a flag with a white eagle was fluttering.

The Eagle Country people had arrived so quickly.

The black gold flying boat, like a moving aerial fortress, descended slowly with a powerful sense of oppression into the temporary docking area officially designated by H City.

The hatch opened.

A group of young people with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in white battle armor, walked out.

Leading them was a tall, handsome young man with an untamed look in his eyes.

His name was Kane, an S Rank Genius cultivated by the Eagle Country Royal Family with countless resources, who had awakened the rare spatial talent “Dimensional Walker.”

“Is this the Holy Land of the Dragon Country?”

Kane took a deep breath, feeling the rich Spiritual Qi in the air, his eyes full of disdain.

“The Spiritual Qi concentration is decent, but... it’s too mixed, full of the stench of low-grade energy.”

A female team member behind him covered her nose and said with disgust, “Captain Kane, the air here smells like a slum; it’s truly disgusting.”

“No choice, it’s the center of a backward country after all.”

Another team member shrugged, “Once we win the championship and take away those six hundred million gold coins, we can leave this ghost place immediately.”

Their conversation was completely undisguised.

The Dragon Country officials responsible for the reception around them all had ashen Faces and clenched fists.

But for the sake of “friendly relations between the two countries,” they could only suppress their anger.

Kane and his group completely ignored the expressions of these “service personnel.”

In their view, the weak didn’t even have the right to be angry.

“Let’s go, let’s first go to the best restaurant here and try the so-called Dragon Country cuisine.”

Kane waved his hand and swaggered towards the city center.

Soon, they arrived at H City’s most luxurious Ling food restaurant— “Tianxiang Pavilion.”

The prices here were extremely high; only influential figures in H City could afford to come here.

Kane immediately spotted the best window seat.

That spot offered an expansive view and the most abundant Spiritual Qi.

Unfortunately, it was already occupied.

It was a few local A Rank Lords from H City, who were excitedly discussing the upcoming Martial Arts Competition while eating Ling food.

Kane walked over and said in a commanding tone, “We want this seat; you can all get out.”

The A Rank Lords were stunned and looked up to see a few foreigners.

Although they were displeased, they remembered the “character theory” circulating in the city recently, and the desire not to cause trouble for the Holy Lord before the competition.

One of the Lords patiently stood up and politely said, “Friends, everything has a first come, first served rule. There are many other empty seats nearby.”

“Friends?”

Kane took a step forward, looking down at the Lord.

“Do you even deserve to call me a friend?”

He reached out and shoved the Lord’s shoulder.

“You have three seconds to take your companions and crawl out of here like dogs.”

“Otherwise, I’ll break your legs.”

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