My Ability Is Role-playing-Chapter 391 - 387: Su Qiangwei: Truly, Ma Xiansheng!
After Ma Ran and his group forced Eldest Prince Li Tang and Third Prince Adam of the Chuanke Civilization to retreat, representatives from Seoul immediately reached out with enthusiastic invitations, hoping to persuade them to relocate to Seoul instead of staying in Busan.
Clearly, this was internal conflict within the South Korean side.
Shortly after the Seoul representatives arrived, Park Yong-jun wore an expression as if he had lost his parents, with a sinister look in his eyes and a face as dark as thunder, almost displaying his resistance openly.
Jin Yina, who was on the same boat as Park Yong-jun, had better control over her expression, but it was still evident that she wasn’t too happy either.
However...
Regardless, Prophet Ma Ran, Martial God Su Qiangwei, Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan and others are independent individuals. Whether they choose to stay in Busan or go to Seoul has nothing to do with Park Yong-jun and Jin Yina.
These two could hardly make a decisive impact either.
Having been defeated repeatedly, even having his head nearly chopped off and dying on the spot, Park Yong-jun had lost his title of the "Strongest Man of 7 Billion," and had significantly less say than before.
Jin Yina, however, remained clear-headed. She understood well that even though she was an awakened S-level superpower user with the "Emotional Tribulation" capability, before truly binding with a "destined one," she was simply a common Inner Qi Cultivator.
Apart from experience, she had nothing else.
"Seoul? No, I won’t go."
"Ma Ran’s decision is my decision."
Faced with the invitation from Seoul, the Prophet and the Martial God immediately aligned and gave the same response.
However, Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan accepted the courtesy from the other side with interest, indicating a willingness to visit.
Heading to Seoul...
This matter could be seen as an act of interstellar humanitarian spirit, or, in a negative light, as a collusion between "secular power" and "extraordinary power."
Still...
Profound Immortal Zhao Guanlan has never been a virtuous character — this much everyone knows.
Including when he interacts and communicates with Ma Ran, Su Qiangwei, and others, he never conceals his nature and malevolence.
Therefore, Zhao Guanlan ignoring the watching Eldest Prince Li Tang and Third Prince Adam of the Chuanke Civilization, always poised to return, and decisively abandoning the innocent people of Busan to head to Seoul surprised no one.
"When I visit China in the future, I will apologize to you both on behalf of our group leader."
Yin Yang Master Ogata Shitou bowed deeply toward Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei, appearing very polite. After making this gesture, Ogata Shitou touched his neck with a lingering fear.
He swallowed hard, giving Ma Ran a deep look before speaking gravely, "Thank you once again."
"The favor of saving my life is not something that can be repaid with a few words."
"In the future... if there’s anything you need from me, I won’t hesitate to go through fire and water!"
There’s great fear in the face of death.
Ogata Shitou had long heard that in ancient times, some Chinese Daoists liked to practice martial arts on the edge of a mountain. Because of the strong winds in the mountains, the dew would wet the rocks, making them slippery. An unsteady step could result in falling off a cliff to one’s death, hence utmost concentration was necessary, and the body would secrete various hormones due to fear, enhancing physical state.
But that was merely dancing on the edge of life and death, still far from true death!
He, however, had just been literally sliced in half by outer star beings, a step away from death.
On the brink of death, Ogata Shitou felt he had conquered pain, and his spirit and soul had reached some form of transcendence.
With time to heal, he believed he could advance further and become even more powerful!
Thinking this, Ogata Shitou cast a complicated glance at Park Yong-jun in the distance.
This guy even had his head chopped off.
If not for extreme luck, with Prophet Ma Ran and Martial God Su Qiangwei joining forces, he would’ve been long dead!
Collecting his thoughts, Ogata Shitou looked apologetically at Ma Ran’s group again, bowed deeply, and quickly followed Zhao Guanlan, whose figure was about to vanish in the stairwell.
Seeing the Japanese representatives leave, Park Yong-jun, who had been silent, scratched his head and approached Ma Ran: "Prophet, those two princes from the Chuanke Civilization..."
At this, Park Yong-jun blushed and felt too embarrassed to continue.
Neither Li Tang nor Adam, although crushed by Zhao Guanlan, made Park Yong-jun realize the gap between himself and those two princes after suffering repeated setbacks.
Without the Prophet and the Martial God, if the Chuanke Civilization were to ravage again, he alone would stand no chance against both of them.
Facing Adam and Li Tang, Park Yong-jun believed he stood a high likelihood of ending up dead!
Even the possibility of escaping and surviving was non-existent!
The entire Busan could be completely slaughtered, perhaps even more tragically than the City of Angels.
Therefore, Park Yong-jun’s hope had to rest upon Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei.
Yet, the problem was that others had already lent a helping hand.
One cannot just impose on them, right?
Park Yong-jun felt that after getting his head chopped off by Guardian Chuan and being revived by Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei’s teamwork, the phenomenon of superpower erosion had diminished, along with the thickness of his face.
After all, the invaders from the Chuanke Civilization hadn’t descended upon China, and the Prophet and Martial God had no obligation to South Korea, so to ask them for aid, some benefits must be offered in return.
Yet, try as he might to brainstorm, Park Yong-jun couldn’t think of any equivalent benefits he could provide.
At this time, he had to admit that in the Extraordinary World, South Korea was really a backwater.
At a critical moment, there was nothing valuable to offer.
Resources to assist Inner Qi Cultivation, none!
Strategic superpower users, none!
Power, money, fame...
Those are jokes!
What is there that the Prophet and the Martial God don’t have? Yet does he, Park Yong-jun, need to provide for them?
"I understand your point."
Ma Ran glanced at Park Yong-jun nonchalantly: "Although your reputation has plummeted due to today’s performance, you are still an S-level Extraordinary One. Together with Jin Yina, there’s potential to suppress the entire South Korean Extraordinary Realm."
"Your influence hasn’t completely dissipated yet."
"Therefore..."
"I hope, after the upcoming battle, you deploy all your influence to spread the relevant video files across South Korea as quickly as possible."
This was the condition Ma Ran put forth.
Park Yong-jun listened in bewilderment, assuming the "battle" referred to the fight with Eldest Prince Li Tang and Third Prince Adam.
This lenient condition was also due to the Prophet’s generosity, understanding that he couldn’t offer a better condition, thus providing him a way out.
Park Yong-jun’s face flushed as he looked at Ma Ran with gratitude, nodding emphatically. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
Beside him, Su Qiangwei, munching on sweet and spicy cheese rice cakes, raised an eyebrow slightly, inwardly thinking: "No matter what he’s been through, no matter how strong he’s become..."
"He always stays true to his nature, consistently."
"Still the same as before, never changing a bit—even in serious times, he’s thinking about stealing the spotlight."
"Ma Ran, that’s so like you!"
Su Qiangwei sneaked a glance at the black and white-haired teenager beside her, secretly giving him a nickname in her heart—Ma Xiansheng!
Doesn’t this nickname perfectly match Ma Ran’s style?
