No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

Silence reigned throughout the village tonight. All the players, new and old, stared blankly at the figure on the arena, their understanding being repeatedly crushed and rubbed into the ground once again.

"This...this is it?"

"Was I... seeing things?"

"That was an SS+ rank! Just like that... gone?"

After a brief silence, an even more frenzied uproar erupted, with the live stream chat flooding the entire screen like a bursting flood.

[Oh my god! I always thought the story about kneeling to watch a live stream was a bit of an exaggeration, but now I realize that art imitates life—that's absolutely true! It's actually true!]

When people asked me why I was kneeling while watching the live stream, I said I was serving tea to a big shot.

Just how many monsters of this level does Miss Eileen know?!

The players' worldviews fluctuate between collapse and reconstruction, while Mu Zhixi, the instigator, is now heartbroken over her lost faith points.

Every move made by this Fallen Sword Immortal alias consumes an astonishing amount of energy. That seemingly effortless attack just now directly burned away tens of thousands of her faith points, which is faster than robbery, especially after a discount!

Shady merchants! They're all shady merchants!

On the arena, the aloof and icy sword immortal did not disappear immediately after eliminating his opponent.

She turned around, and her emotionless eyes fell on Eileen once again.

The players below were on tenterhooks.

Is this...is this infighting? Aren't the conditions for summoning someone someone you know and who is friendly with?

Just when everyone thought an earth-shattering battle was about to break out, the sword immortal stopped three steps away from Eileen.

"What do you want?" She parted her thin lips slightly, her voice as cold as ice.

The players all breathed a sigh of relief. The cold voice echoed in the silent arena. Although it was somewhat indifferent, it was still reasonable. At least for now, it seemed that they would not be caught in the crossfire.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes that this terrifying swordswoman is not Miss Eileen's subordinate; their relationship must be complicated.

Yuexi's beautiful eyes were also fixed on the two people on the stage. She was also curious about how Miss Eileen would respond.

Facing her own third alias, Mu Zhixi simply maintained Eileen's lively and leisurely demeanor.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently brushed away non-existent dust from her shoulder, then raised her eyes, her icy blue pupils calmly meeting those eyes as deep as a cold pool.

"Little Mumu, it's been a long time. Let's see if your swordsmanship has become rusty."

Eileen's tone was as calm as if she were talking about the weather, as if this terrifying sword immortal who could wipe out an SS+ level monster with a single finger was just a junior who needed her to give him a nudge from time to time.

These words left the players below speechless once again.

Upon hearing this, the sword immortal remained silent for a moment, and a subtle, imperceptible ripple seemed to appear in his emotionless eyes.

[Wow, this is terrifying! Is this what seniority is? Turns out, the number three eras isn't an exaggeration, but a conservative estimate...]

[So cool! That's a sword immortal, and she treats him like she's scolding her own child!]

I now seriously suspect that this swordsman was trained by Miss Eileen; otherwise, how could he be so obedient?

[Don't speculate. I feel like they're more like... fellow students? Or maybe colleagues from the same organization? I have a feeling she's about to chop Miss Eileen up in the next second!]

[I understand now. Miss Eileen and this sword immortal have a relationship that's both adversarial and friendly? A love-hate relationship?]

Players' imaginations were once again put to full use.

Yuexi pondered the meaning behind the words carefully. To make such an unruly and fierce sword bow down, Miss Eileen's own strength and her status in the hearts of her "old friends" must be far beyond her imagination.

[Ding-dong—The first round of the "Arena of Friendship" preliminary competition: Irene Moonsong wins.]

Congratulations on receiving the special reward: 'The Referee's Favor'.

[Referee's Choice: In subsequent matches, you will have one or more opportunities to designate a summoning partner, without needing to draw them randomly.]

The system notification sounded, stunning all the players.

Are there special rewards? Can I specify which summon to use?

And this name... they're not even going to act anymore!!

While other players are still crying because they randomly summon a C-level teammate, this expert can already specify which teammate to summon. How can anyone play like this?

Many players wore expressions of envy and resentment.

Mu Zhixi's eyes lit up when she saw the reward. Not bad, this referee is quite sensible.

This made her subsequent plans much easier to implement.

She nodded slightly to the void, accepting the reward, and then remained calm and composed, as if the earth-shattering duel just now had nothing to do with her.

Mu Zhixi sat back down on the edge of the well, took out a rose pastry from the panel, and ate it in small bites.

His leisurely and carefree demeanor contrasted sharply with the tense and oppressive atmosphere around him.

The following matches returned to their previous brutal intensity.

The new players' summoned companions were mostly of mediocre strength, and they were almost powerless against the increasingly powerful defenders, suffering a crushing defeat.

Until the system read out the next name.

A girl from the Phantom Butterfly Clan was teleported onto the arena.

She looked very nervous, but a resolute glint flashed in her eyes as she drew her partner.

A flash of light appeared beside her, not a powerful warrior or a strange being, but an ordinary-looking young human.

"Summoned: Gu Wenzhou, S-rank."

[Oh? Isn't this the little follower who was with the number one beauty in the villa on the night of the full moon?]

[It's him! I never expected him to be summoned!]

[S-rank, his strength is decent, but it's unknown who his opponent will be.]

Gu Wenzhou's appearance energized many viewers in the live stream who had watched the previous episodes.

"It's you?" Gu Wenzhou was also taken aback when he saw the girl from the Illusionary Butterfly Clan. He recognized her as the person who had been following Ji Xinghui before.

"It's me, please!" The girl bowed respectfully to him.

Gu Wenzhou nodded, looking solemnly at the other side of the arena.

Their opponent was a massive, three-headed hellhound engulfed in ghastly green flames, an SS-rank monster.

"Old man, is there any way?" Gu Wenzhou asked silently in his heart.

"Difficult," the old ghost's solemn voice echoed in his mind, "This young man's flames can scorch the soul; your abilities won't be very effective against it, unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you can borrow even a sliver of that 'Your Majesty's' power."

The foreigner stroked his non-existent beard and analyzed, "I can give you a hint: someone of Miss Number One's caliber probably can't escape the concept of 'cause and effect' in her words and actions."

The old man's words stirred something within Gu Wenzhou.

Yes, if we could really borrow even the slightest bit of Her Majesty the Goddess's gaze and power, this would be an overwhelming victory!

Gu Wenzhou was just about to pray to the gods when he thought... why not just invite the gods directly!

"Praise be to the great [Sanctuary], your holy light shines upon the earth, making all virtues in the world perfect and all filth vanish into thin air."

"As the most humble believers in the Holy Land, we, the lowliest believers, humbly beg Miss Number One to grace us with your presence! I am willing to sacrifice ten thousand years of my master's lifespan..."

The old ghost, puffing out his beard and glaring, shouted, "Stop! I foresaw this calamity in my fate long ago! Answer me! How could a monster like me have a lifespan?"