Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 633 - 631: Leeks

Blackstone Razor was both lucky and unlucky.

Lucky, because his mind was muddled, his consciousness vague, and he had no idea what was happening to his body.

The unlucky part was also due to his blurred consciousness, as he simply couldn't surrender to end the match and put a stop to Li Ang's experimental actions.

The product demonstration continued for nearly 40 minutes. Using Blackstone Razor's body as a shelf, Li Ang displayed each product from his shop one by one.

There was the A-099 product that causes frantic diarrhea and a harmless weight loss of ten pounds in three days, the Gut Cleansing Magic Medicine.

The A-112 product that, once applied, would make all the sweat glands exude a subtle fragrance, the Body Fragrance Magic Medicine.

Even the flagship A-199 product, the Gender Swap Magic Potion, which after a single dose could last up to 30 minutes.

(This magic potion only gave the appearance of a gender swap, whereas the essential organs remained unchanged. The transformation process was quite uncomfortable and recommended only when necessary.)

Li Ang could not demonstrate the B-series forging services on stage, so he just gave a brief introduction instead.

The highlight was still to come with the C-series medical services, and the D and E series for body strengthening and Body Modification.

Blackstone Razor, in a dazed state, had his broken limbs first healed, then chopped off. They were healed again, and then chopped off again, and so on.

Soon, neatly stacked hands and feet flanked Li Ang's lectern, reminiscent of freshly cut leeks, festive and giving a sense of a bountiful harvest.

In order to demonstrate the powerful medical technology of the Immaculate Furnace shop, Li Ang even had Blackstone Razor grow thighs from his arm stumps and arms from his thigh stumps. This created quite a bizarre and grotesque spectacle, almost causing some of the weaker-hearted audience members below the stage to vomit.

After harvesting the last batch of "leeks," Li Ang demonstrated the D and E series products on Blackstone Razor.

Replacing legs with spring-loaded blades that could thrust him twenty meters high with a single leap; installing wings on the spine, granting the ability to fly; growing a talking face on the back of the head, so if he didn't feel like washing his face in the morning, he could turn his neck and use the face on his nape to go to work.

As the bizarre demonstrations proceeded, the audience on the first floor of the Sky Fighting Arena grew increasingly larger. Many players, hearing that there was a product launch happening here, joined the audience to enjoy the spectacle.

Some players chose to leave partway, likely following the upper-level directives of their associations to head to the southeast corner of the Game Square to check out the shop named the Immaculate Furnace for themselves.

After the 40-minute product demonstration ended, the vast hall was almost at capacity.

Li Ang nodded in satisfaction, bowed to the audience, withdrew his fingers, and ended his control over Blackstone Razor.

THUD.

The unlucky Blackstone Razor fell heavily onto the ground, and, coinciding with this, huge lettering of "DOWN!" appeared above the stage.

What... what happened to me?

Blackstone Razor, lying on the floor, blinked his bewildered eyes, and his blurred vision gradually became clear.

After a brief delay, excruciating pain flooded his brain. Blackstone Razor abruptly remembered the last thing he could recall—his opponent had burst forth from the ground, chopped off his limbs, and gripped the back of his neck...

Right... where are my limbs?

Blackstone Razor slowly moved his head to look at his shoulders.

There, nothing remained.

"Aaah! Aaaaaah!"

Blackstone Razor let out a pitiful, agonizing scream. He originally thought that his head was severely injured and he was unable to feel his regrown limbs. To his surprise, his arms and legs were actually gone...

Well, to say they were gone wasn't quite accurate, for a heap of limbs lay just in front of him.

In his emotional turmoil, the freshly healed junctures of Blackstone Razor's limbs burst open once again, oozing fresh blood that pooled on the ground.

No one cared about his fate. As his fall brought Li Ang 5 points for defeating his opponent, on top of the 8 points for severing limbs, Li Ang secured his victory in the match and leaped down from the ring.

The match thus concluded. Blackstone Razor, all limbs severed, was teleported out of the ring. His original appendages scattered around his body like garnishes on a diner's plate.

The two commentators dryly announced the end of the match. They hadn't been able to get a word in edgewise during the entire presentation and, out of boredom, had even ordered a pizza.

Wanli Fengdao approached and said to Li Ang with a wry smile, "It's just like you to turn a dueling match into an advertisement conference."

"The results were good, huh?"

Li Ang smiled proudly. "After this fight, Immaculate Furnace made a smashing debut, cause for celebration indeed."

"Isn't it too early?" Wanli Fengdao couldn't help but remind him, "There are quite a few stores of the same type as yours in the square, all backed by organized societies. Seeing how you stole the spotlight today, they'll definitely send people to your shop to probe, attempt to buy you out, or discuss collaboration. If that doesn't work, they may even contemplate destroying you."

"No rush."

Li Ang shook his head unconcernedly. A typical Lone Wolf Player, after making a name for themselves, would be rushing to cozy up to major organizations to prevent 'possessing a treasure that invites trouble.'

Opening a shop was a decision Li Ang had made after careful consideration – his own growth in strength likewise required substantial support in terms of Game Currency, and a privately-owned shop was undoubtedly the best choice.

The real contest would be whether the other organizations made their move faster, or if he would grow stronger more quickly...

Seeing that Li Ang didn't want to discuss it further, Wanli Fengdao didn't press the issue. Li Rising always planned before taking action and didn't need others to make decisions for him.

"What about that guy?" Wanli Fengdao nodded towards Blackstone Razor, who was lying beneath the stage. The man was still on the ground, screaming miserably with his limbs severed, surrounded by a circle of players, none of whom extended a helping hand.

"He's on his own," Li Ang said nonchalantly, spreading his hands. "I'm not sure if there will be some kind of chemical reaction after drinking such a load of Magic Potions all at once. But before I left, I added something to his body to slow down his Werewolf bloodline's Self-healing Ability. Based on his own capacity, he might have to lie there for four days and nights before he can grow back his arms and legs. If he wants to recover faster, then he'll have to shout out loud, asking for help. He'd have to beg those societies that sell medical services to help him regain mobility—but doing that will surely cost him a pretty penny."

Blackstone Razor's limbs were gone, and he couldn't heal himself; it looked like he didn't have any Miniature Life Potion to drink either.

Seems like he's destined to be overtly fleeced by unscrupulous medics.

Li Ang had no interest in the unlucky wretch's fate.

He chatted with Wanli Fengdao for a bit and said farewell. Then, ignoring the players swarming him with friend requests and propositions for business collaborations, he logged out of the Game Square and returned to the real world.