Chapter 292: Happiness Is All That Matters… Happiness

Originally, when the members of the four major sects rushed out of the royal tomb and saw the dense crowd of players around them, they felt somewhat intimidated. But on the side of the Flying Tiger Sect, the archer formation in the front had already been disrupted, and the firepower on both flanks was focused on defending the incredibly formidable “Devil Battery.” Inspired by the courage and morale of those two, the group’s fighting spirit surged, and they forgot about life and death, charging at the Flying Tiger Sect disciples on both sides.
After all, they were elite fighters—whose individual strength far surpassed that of ordinary players…
The charge by these masters of the Mysterious Realm shocked the Flying Tiger Sect disciples on the spot.
This was clearly not what they had expected!
They had planned an ambush, but now it seemed they were the ones being ambushed. Faced with the fierce Thirteen Rod Monks, the Flying Tiger Sect archers’ barrage of arrows was completely blocked, further demoralizing them as they retreated.
“Stop!!”
A loud voice shook the bamboo forest and echoed beyond the royal tomb:
“This is a misunderstanding! I am the leader of the Flying Tiger Sect. Brothers from the seven major sects, please stop!”
“The Flying Tiger Sect has gathered here for just one person—we are by no means enemies of your sects! Please show some courtesy…”
These words had some effect.
As the Flying Tiger Sect disciples stopped attacking, the members of the four major sects gradually lowered their weapons as well, though the number of corpses at their feet and behind them already approached a hundred.
“Let’s see what he has to say…”
Many thought this.
The leader of the Flying Tiger Sect looked heartbroken at the nearly hundred corpses lying in the open ground. Taking a deep breath, his gaze swept coldly over the unfamiliar faces of a few masters who had safely withdrawn from the crowd before he continued to shout, clasping his fists:
“Not long ago, over 180 of my sect’s brothers ventured into the royal tomb. As a result, due to a villain’s deliberate scheme, they were all killed by the clone of the King of Patience. I believe you all witnessed this…”
“…”
The Thirteen Rod Monks of Shaolin, Ouyang Qing, and others from the Emei Sect and the Colorful Robes Sect immediately showed disapproval, subtly understanding the meaning behind the Flying Tiger Sect leader’s words.
Seeing that things were going wrong, they decided to abandon attacking the four major sects and try to escape for now—what about dealing with Happiness?
On the other side, Xiao Bei and Lei Zhan had already left the crowd and joined Happiness.
Hearing the Flying Tiger Sect leader’s account, they couldn’t help but laugh:
“Who’s that powerful?”
“…”
Lei Zhan glanced at Happiness and said to Xiao Bei with a smile, “Who else could it be? Do you think someone else could do it?”
“Impossible, right?”

Xiao Bei turned back in disbelief, looking at the happy face. The latter smiled faintly, didn’t answer, but his gaze toward the source of the voice grew even colder and more disdainful: “Let go of the big ones and catch the small ones.” The leader of the Flying Tiger Gate was indeed clever with this move, but sadly… The leader’s voice came again: “Friends from the four major sects, go ahead and leave without worry!” After a pause, the bald leader stepped out of the crowd, his face filled with murderous intent as he stared coldly at Happy’s face: “But this friend here must stay.” “Nonsense!” With a glare, “Yitong” picked up a giant axe, ready to strike the bald leader. People from the other four major sects also spoke up: “How ridiculous! Do you think we’ll let you go?” “Hmph!” “Who’s going to let whom go yet?” “Boss Happy, with just one word from you, we’ll help you wipe out these people!” Although not many remained from the Wudang sect, they all had a high regard for Happy and admired him greatly. Ouyang Qing sneered, channeling his inner strength: “Leader of the Flying Tiger Gate, your words are truly laughable. You clearly targeted our six major sects from the start, and now that things aren’t going your way, you’re trying to back out? Using so many people against just one? I, Ouyang Qing, can’t stand it!!” “Right! We, the Thirteen Rod Monks of Shaolin, are eager to see the Flying Tiger Gate’s tricks!” “The Emei Sect will stand with everyone through thick and thin!” “…” The people of the Flying Tiger Gate paled. Their leader’s expression turned even darker; he never expected things to turn out this way. But! Since things had come this far, he could only grit his teeth and hold on! His gaze turned cold, and his tone darkened: “So, you insist on siding with such people and opposing my Flying Tiger Gate!” Before he finished speaking, the people of the Flying Tiger Gate reorganized themselves, drawing bows and drawing swords, filled with murderous intent… Their numerical advantage gave them a certain edge and psychological pressure. “Thank you, brothers!” At that moment, Happy stepped to the center of the open space, clasped his fists in a circle, and his words reached every person’s ears clearly: “Today, since it’s the Flying Tiger Gate that’s causing me trouble, I don’t want to put you all at risk. I believe I can handle this battle on my own. I appreciate your kindness, brothers! I’ll definitely treat you to drinks another day! But for now…” He paused, then changed his tone: “Please step back for now and give me some space. Swords don’t discriminate—don’t get hurt!” “Okay!”

Upon hearing Happy’s bold words, the leader of Fei Hu Men didn’t give him a chance to retort and said, “Great! As everyone here can hear, it’s now a fight between our Fei Hu Men and just him. Those who aren’t involved should step back for now.” As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Xiao Bei and Lei Zhan. He was quite wary of their skills! Fighting all three of them at once would likely result in heavy losses… “What are you staring at?” Xiao Bei’s eyes narrowed as he angrily retorted, “What, after driving away the people from the four major sects, you now want to get us two out too? You really think you’re a worthy leader—how shameless! Planning to use hundreds of people to fight one person? Would your father be sorry for you?” “…Hmph!” Sensing the disdainful and mocking remarks from the four major sects, the leader of Fei Hu Men’s expression turned unpleasant. Just as he was about to order an attack, a casual remark came from Happy, shaking everyone present: “Xiao Bei, Brother Lei, you two should step back too.” “…” The leader of Fei Hu Men was stunned. Without showing any joy, he heard the swordsmanship expert ask Happy in a very calm tone, “You really plan to do this alone? It’ll be exhausting…” There was not a hint of concern in his voice, and Xiao Bei’s slightly disappointed expression, like an invisible shadow, instantly caught the leader’s attention. What was going on?! Although it seemed certain death to be surrounded by hundreds against just a few, the opponent’s tone and expression showed no signs of readiness to die. Taking a subtle breath, the leader of Fei Hu Men bowed slightly, his tone serious, “Very well! Your courage is truly admirable. After this battle, no matter the outcome, Fei Hu Men will never trouble you again! I haven’t yet asked your name!” “Happy!” After uttering those two words lightly, silence fell around them. The bamboo forest rustled, and a gentle breeze swayed the blue hero’s headband above Happy’s head: “Happy is good…” As soon as he finished speaking, the hundreds of Fei Hu Men disciples outside Wang Ling, who had been restless, suddenly fell into an even darker silence!