Chapter 12: The First Dreamshatter, That's It?

Chapter 12: The First Dreamshatter, That’s It?

Money talks, no shame in that!

Yang Shan actually had multiple ways to get his hands on premium purple weapons. Besides, in two weeks, their drop rates would start increasing. A month later, you’d be able to walk into any blacksmith’s shop in the major cities and buy one straight with Spirit Stones!

And what was one million soft rmb? A house in a fourth-tier city!

Missing this deal would be a crime against himself.

But Wang Tianhao’s mouth was already twitching.

He’d just wanted to flex his wealth, gotten a little carried away without thinking.

When he cooled down, it was obvious something was off.

He might have money, but he wasn’t stupid!

In any game, high-tier items right after launch were always rare—but also terrible investments.

His family’s fortune could fill a mountain. His old man’s companies ranked top ten in XZ City.

A million? That was just Wang Tianhao’s monthly budget. Losing it? No big deal.

But he’d be damned if he wasted a million on dumb shit!

So Wang Tianhao did something even dumber:

“Friend, I’m being courteous even speaking to you. Don’t be dense. Consider the million a joke. Ten thousand—that’s a fair price for this blade. Sell it to me!”

His smile faded:

“You wouldn’t want to get sent back to Novice’s Secret Realm, would you?”

As he spoke, over twenty players behind him viciously drew their weapons.

In Battle Through the Heavens, when players died, there was a chance they’d drop their gear or items from their Storage Ring.

Theoretically, kill someone enough times, camp their respawn, chase them down every time they reappeared…

Eventually, they’d drop everything.

Wang Tianhao figured with his numbers, he had every advantage—and zero reason to play fair.

He didn’t realize Yang Shan had only been advising him earlier because he was too lazy to fight.

Some people just wouldn’t listen, thinking they had everything figured out.

Once Wang Tianhao’s greed kicked in, there was no turning back.

Wang Tianhao: “Friend, my temper’s not great. Refuse me, and I’ll get rough. You’ve been warned!”

Now that the mask was off, Yang Shan wasn’t holding back either:

“Funny. Mine’s not great either.”

That line pushed Wang Tianhao over the edge.

“Fucking waste of my time. I’m done playing nice. Kill this punk and send him back to Yunshuang City!”

With those words, Yang Shan silently labeled Wang Tianhao a “gentleman only in appearance.”

As Wang Tianhao finished speaking, one of his men lunged forward with a sword.

“Dumbass thinks he can stand against our Young Master Wang! Let me gut him!”

A faint Douqi shimmered along the blade—a dou technique, though clearly a low-tier one.

Yang Shan stepped back half a pace, dodged the strike, and grinned:

“You volunteer to be first, huh?”

Frostbite Blade slid from its sheath with a sharp shwip!

The sword flashed—and the thug’s head rolled.

A second-star Douluo, wearing basic armor with less than 20 defense? Yang Shan, an eighth-star Douluo, had enough level advantage to break 100 attack power. Any strike would penetrate, especially targeting the throat.

A one-hit kill. Perfectly natural.

But this clean finish only hardened Wang Tianhao’s resolve to claim Frostbite Blade:

“Get him! Kill this bastard!”

They were all Douluos—so why should Yang Shan be the only one with killing blows?

Once Frostbite Blade dropped, he’d be the one cutting people down!

“Actually, I should mention—one thing about my laugh…”

Yang Shan was already moving. With a flourish, he cut down another of Wang Tianhao’s men.

He turned to Wang Tianhao, smirking:

“Heh heh heh!”

Xiao Ji finally snapped, swinging his blade:

“Heh?! What’re you, some Soul Hall elite?”

Xiao Ji was clearly a step above Wang Tianhao’s other flunkies.

In Shunhuonan, he was Wang Tianhao’s top henchman, climbing to the highest ranks in countless esports.

Wang Tianhao had even groomed him specially.

Xiao Ji’s blade and armor were standard blue-tier equipment—the highest available in any city’s marketplace.

Each piece alone sold for 580 Spirit Stones!

Most players couldn’t scrape together enough Spirit Stones in such a short time.

But Wang Tianhao had simply waved his hand, purchasing vast quantities from the player marketplace to gear up himself and Xiao Ji.

On top of that, Xiao Ji had learned a mid-tier yellow-class dou technique—Collapsing Blade Technique.

Though his technique was only green-tier, its damage boost was minimal.

Same weapon type, but Xiao Ji’s skill was light-years behind Yang Shan’s.

Three consecutive slashes, all perfectly evaded.

Xiao Ji was tougher than Wang Tianhao’s grunts.

But Yang Shan couldn’t afford to get hit.

Xiao Ji was a fourth-star Douluo now—leveled up fast by grinding on first-tier elite beasts after leaving Novice’s Secret Realm.

Defense was Yang Shan’s weak spot. Even Xiao Ji could crack it.

Seeing Yang Shan’s evasive footwork nullify his attacks, Xiao Ji backed off, gathering Douqi for his technique—Collapsing Blade Technique.

Big mistake.

High-level duels hated wasting time charging techniques when the enemy controlled the battlefield.

These techniques might be devastating, but if the opponent exploited the window…

Sure enough, Xiao Ji barely finished charging before his head parted ways.

Collapsing Blade Technique fizzled out.

Watching Xiao Ji’s corpse vanish in a white light, Yang Shan shook his head:

“Shunhuonan’s number one Dreamshatter? This is it?”

Xiao Ji respawned—but his blade stayed on the ground!

Yang Shan’s eyes lit up as he spotted the sword.

Well now.

Xiao Ji sure had rotten luck—dying once and losing his gear already!

This was the highest-tier blue-marketplace gear. Even selling to the system would fetch 300 Spirit Stones!

He kicked the blade up, caught it cleanly, and stored it in his ring.

Wang Tianhao’s eyes burned red:

“What’re you waiting for?! Get him! Take Xiao Ji’s gear back!”

Yang Shan didn’t flinch.

These twenty-odd players were all minnows to him.

Avoid their attacks, rely on his monstrous damage and evasive footwork—eventually, they’d all be heading back to Yunshuang City.

Just as Yang Shan prepared to clean house, a thunderous voice roared from afar:

“Damn it! Who the hell are these punks picking a fight with a legend? Don’t worry, Brother, Chao Bafang’s here to repay my debt!”

Chao Bafang had just finished a quest when he saw Wang Tianhao’s group ganging up on Yang Shan.

Chao Bafang owed his new weapon to Yang Shan.

When a friend’s in trouble, you don’t hesitate!

Swinging a halberd taller than himself, Chao Bafang charged in roaring:

“Taste my halberd!”

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Author’s Note:

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