Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 687 - 641: Is the stool made of stainless steel? (2 in 1)

Chapter 687: Chapter 641: Is the stool made of stainless steel? (2 in 1)

"Damn it, are you out of your mind?"

Seeing the Ghost Prison General under him suddenly attack, a terrified Stacey quickly jumped off its shoulder, rolling several times in a disheveled state, narrowly escaping a disaster.

"Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, what kind of sorcery is this? You’ve stooped to any means for victory. I’m going to file a complaint against you, you despicable trickster!"

Leaving behind the Ghost Prison General, Stacey fled in panic into the distance, spouting curses nonstop, as if he wished he could drop dead from all the cursing.

"Roar!"

Seeing his prey escape, the Ghost Prison General roared in anger and pursued Stacey with full force. The situation looked as though it was heading toward a life-or-death struggle!

Was society insane, or was it just him being clueless?

The players in the audience gawked at this sight, hardly believing their own eyes. If the Ghost Prison General’s punch earlier was an accident, how then could this pursuit be explained?

Could anyone clarify this situation?!

"I can’t watch anymore, too many twists and turns. I might get a heart attack if I continue!"

"No wonder Brother Overturning Water never took that foreigner seriously. He had another move up his sleeve! What a guy!"

"Hahaha, as they say, what goes around comes around. Now it’s the foreigner’s turn to run away!"

"Brother Overturning Water, just go up there and slaughter him! No more tricks, my poor heart can’t take it anymore!"

Players who had lost hope in Spilt Water Can’t be Regained, faced with this incredible scene, became excited again. They were shouting and cheering at the top of their lungs, waving their hands wildly, as if they were the protagonists in the arena. The atmosphere in the entire colosseum suddenly ignited.

It’s worth mentioning that the few players who had discreetly deleted Su Ran’s deathmatch videos logged onto the forum again and quietly uploaded videos they had just recorded. This instantly caused a huge commotion with a surge of heated comments.

As a result, more and more players crowded into the colosseum; 500,000... 1,000,000... 3,000,000... 5,000,000... 8,000,000!

In no time at all, the colosseum was packed. As far as the eye could see, it was all heads, everyone there to watch this thrilling deathmatch.

However, the players entering the colosseum discovered that they were like tourists during the May Day holiday week. They hadn’t seen the sights but saw nothing but other tourists!

It was madness, sheer madness!

Due to this sudden turn of events, the system took the initiative to temporarily open 100 new spaces in the colosseum, diverting players to these different spaces, and broadcasting the deathmatch through a large screen.

Ok then, the fact that the system was alerted to this deathmatch indicated how much of a commotion it had caused!

"Ghost Prison General? That name carries too much death energy; it doesn’t sound nice. From now on I’ll call you Little Ghost Head. You chose wisely by surrendering to me. Here’s your chance to perform some meritorious deeds. Go and bring me that little thief. Remember to leave him alive~"

While leisurely riding his dog in the arena, Su Ran seemed indifferent to the raging deathmatch, which made the millions of spectators anxious, wishing they could jump onto the arena and stomp on Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained.

Damn it! It’s a deathmatch, can you take it seriously? Why don’t you hurry up and kill that foreigner? If there’s another twist, we might all have a mental breakdown. Watching a combat match costs money, but you’re asking for our lives!

"Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, I am not done with you!

Provoked by Su Ran’s words, Stacey almost spat out a mouthful of blood! The constant shift from joy to despair almost drove him mad. Ignoring the dignity of his western country, he cursed at Su Ran. He was no different from an arguing fishwife.

"Western people do maintain their civilization. Even when they fart, they take off their pants and wipe. Their curses are roundabout, and not a single dirty word is used. Not like us Huaxia players. We are straightforward and easy to understand when we swear. For instance—"

Seeing Stacey looking like a defeated dog, Su Ran grinned, took a deep breath and shouted, "F**king Hell!"

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"This is probably the shortest but most meaningful joke of the year, ha ha ha!"

"Ha ha, I just love it when Brother Overturning Water curses with a serious face!"

The spectators burst into incredulous laughter. Su Ran’s nonsensical words amused the players, and the appreciative voices were continuous.

"You!"

Stacey was trembling all over with anger, veins bulging and fury skyrocketing. If this were in the Dragon Ball world, he could probably become a Super Saiyan by now.

"What you, what? You had better worry about yourself~ It’s your turn to taste death, and when you’re gone, remember to visit me in a dream; just not one that smells of durian..."

Su Ran’s words flipped the audience and even disrupted Stacey’s pace.

"Roar!"

Ghost Prison General was scared by Su Ran’s shout, which seemed to work. It instantly increased its speed and lunged at its former master, Stacey, with an even fiercer catch.

"Bastard! Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, I swear we’ll be enemies for life!"

"How many people who are against me? Where do you rank among them?"

While Su Ran was busy arguing verbally, Ghost Prison General finally got its chance. With a swipe of its hand, it sent Stacey flying.

"Damn it, Little Ghost Head, take it easy! What if you kill him? Didn’t I say I wanted him alive?"

Seeing Ghost Prison General being too aggressive, Su Ran quickly stopped it from continuing the attack. He jumped down from the dog, waved his hand and said, "Wang Cai, your turn!"