Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Liu Nian walked out of the left-hand gate, drawing applause and cheers.

When Liu Nian arrived on the stage, the referee called out again:

"The challenger—Reinhardt!"

Silence fell over the arena.

The gate on the right was completely silent; apart from a wisp of wind blowing a few fallen leaves, no one came out.

The people in the arena were all listening quietly to the sound of the wind.

"Reinhardt!"

The referee called it again.

Still quiet...

At this point, some people in the audience started grumbling: "Coward! You're too scared to come, aren't you!"

"Top Ten Guild Leaders? Pshaw! Cowards!"

"Let's just disband the Glory Guild!"

The referee raised his tomahawk for the third time, his voice turning cold: "Reinhardt... Reinhardt is not present! This life-or-death duel... is void!"

A huge chorus of boos erupted from the crowd, followed by a deafening barrage of insults!

They're all criticizing Reinhardt and the Glory Guild.

It's not just that they love watching the drama unfold; they also spent a lot of crystal coins only to end up with nothing, which made them even angrier!

The angry shouts and curses emanating from more than five thousand people at the same time sounded as if they were about to lift the dome of the arena, and the stone walls were vibrating.

"Fuck Reinhardt! I paid three thousand crystal coins for this?!" An orc warrior jumped up from his seat, waving his fist. "Give me my money back! Give me my money back!"

"What kind of bullshit top ten guilds are you! You don't even have the guts to come. Glory Guild might as well change its name to Turtle Guild!" The human mage next to him cursed.

"Reinhardt, you coward! Did your mother throw you away and raise the placenta instead?!"

"Exactly! You don't even dare to fight a level 132 opponent? Did you grow up eating shit at level 199?!"

"Bro... you're level 189 now!"

"Well... isn't that still a 10-level difference? Coward!!!"

The audience erupted in shouts and curses, hurling all sorts of nasty insults.

A dwarf hammer slammed against the railing, making a loud clanging sound: "I didn't even do a dungeon run, I just teleported here, and the travel expenses alone cost me five hundred crystal coins! And this is what you show me? Reinhardt, you owe me money!"

"Pay up? He doesn't even dare to show up, and you expect him to pay up?" The night elf beside him sneered. "Where are the people from the Glory Guild? Your guild leader is such a coward, and you still have the nerve to stand here?"

In the corner, several members of the Glory Guild shrank back, their faces flushed red, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

"No... Our leader really does have a mission on the battlefield of the heavens..." a member of Glory whispered in defense.

"A mission?!" A minotaur shoved his way into his face. "What mission is more important than a life-or-death struggle? Tell us! Is it saving the world or saving up for his mother's funeral?"

"Hahahaha!" The whole audience burst into laughter.

"The Battlefield of the Heavens? I bet they're hiding there, too afraid to come back!" A gargoyle's deep voice, emanating from the Realm of Sin, boomed, "Cowardice is cowardice, stop making excuses!"

"Exactly! Weren't you Rongguang so arrogant before? You were so domineering when you were taking other people's spoils! Why are you acting like such a coward now?"

"Top ten guilds? I think that's a joke!"

"I have an idea for you guys: rename your guild 'Shell Guild,' it'll suit your style perfectly!"

"Hahaha! Shrinking Shell Guild! What a great name!"

Those members of Glory turned green with rage, wishing they could quit the club on the spot.

In the center of the crowd, a bespectacled dwarf stood up. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was cutting: "Let me do the math for you. The average ticket price for this life-or-death battle is two thousand crystal coins. Five thousand tickets would cost ten million crystal coins. Ten million crystal coins for nothing. Reinhard alone has cost the entire Naraku Realm ten million crystal coins' worth of entertainment. This record is probably even higher than his ranking on the combat power list."

"Damn it, you shouldn't have said that! You've made me even angrier!" The person next to him exploded. "Reinhardt, you spendthrift! Ten million crystal coins!"

"And that doesn't even include the travel and lodging costs from where we came from!" a buzzing elemental creature from Miserka exclaimed. "I flew for a whole day and night!"

"Exactly! I took time off to watch the game, and now I've lost my salary! Reinhardt, you owe me my salary!"

A veteran player leaned against the railing and said slowly, "I've been in the Netherworld for eight years, and this is the first time I've seen something like this. The leaders of the top ten guilds are being challenged by a level 132 player, and they don't even dare to show their faces. Tsk tsk, I've learned something new, really something new."

"Serves you right! Why didn't you think about the consequences when you bullied me?"

"Exactly! They were so arrogant when they were bullying the Divine Dragon Guild, but look at them now! They've been thoroughly humiliated!"

"Liu Nian is awesome! He destroyed an entire guild with one punch!"

"Liu Nian! Liu Nian! Liu Nian!"

Someone started it, and the whole audience began chanting Liu Nian's name. The voices went from chaotic to orderly, from dozens of people to hundreds, and finally to thousands of people shouting in unison.

Liu Nian stood in the center of the arena, his expression unchanged. He simply cupped his hands in greeting to those around him and walked out of the arena with an air of nonchalance.

Behind him, the cheers of five thousand people almost lifted the arena off its feet.

The main channel was also in an uproar.

[Passerby A: Reinhardt really didn't come! He's such a coward, unbelievable!]

[Passerby B: He's completely disgraced the top ten guilds!]

[Passerby C: I just want to know how Glory Guild is going to survive in Ovitarn!]

[Glorious Guild members: What gives you the right to talk about our guild leader like that?!]

[Passerby B: Why? Because he chickened out! Because he made hundreds of thousands of people wait for three days in vain! Because he disgraced the top ten guilds!]

[Passerby A: Don't waste your breath talking to Rongguang's people! I'll curse them every time I see them!]

[Passerby Aoi: Heh, you think I'm a coward like Reinhardt? I'd kill you every time I see you!]

[Netizens: If this idiot guild doesn't disband, I'll keep killing people every day!]

……

From that day on, the Glorious Guild became a laughing stock in the entire Naraku Realm.

Every day, the main channel is filled with jokes mocking Rongguang. Someone even made up a rhyme: "Rongguang, Rongguang, the best at hiding; before a life-or-death battle, he'll pee and run away."

Someone made a meme, drawing a turtle curled up in its shell with the words "Glory Guild" written on it.

The players of Graystone Castle made no attempt to hide their dislike for them.

The Glory Guild used to roam freely in Graystone Fortress, but now everyone hates them. They're pointed at and whispered about every few steps they take on the street, and provoked when they enter a tavern. Nobody wants to team up with them for dungeons—who wants to team up with someone from a "turtle guild"?

But the worst off aren't even the ordinary members.

It's Kazron.