Chapter 932: What’s the Problem with Me Applauding for Him?
Most of the sailors on the ship didn’t understand the language of Big Tang. So, the bold words of the Rabbit Hero didn’t cause much of a stir among them. The two captains who understood a few sentences also struggled with some difficult wordswhich were too challenging. They listened with puzzled expressions.
Overall, there was no applause.
However, the henchmen on the pier, members of the “Eighteen Divinations,” reacted differently. After hearing these words, they paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: “This guy wants to die.”
“Pretending to be a hero!”
“What nonsense is this?”
“He doesn’t know his place.”
The leader among the “Eighteen Divinations,” a rabbit dressed as a martial hero with an air of status, said, “Where did you come from, you fool? Trying to represent foreigners? State your title, let us hear.”
The Rabbit Hero said proudly, “Hmph! Known in the martial world as ‘Fist Strikes the Southern Mountain—Luo Tuimao.'”
The crowd: “…”
Even the leader of the “Eighteen Divinations” was puzzled.
Honestly, they had never heard of this name before. Well, it should be said that this kind of clichéd name was heard so often that their ears were worn out from it. The martial world was full of such names, numbering in the hundreds or even thousands. Each one was as common as a dog skin plaster, a low-level performer surviving by entertaining or just a minor character who couldn’t even make it in the martial world.
He claims to strike mountains with his fists, but give him a rock and if he can shatter it, then he wins.
The leader of the “Eighteen Divinations” shook his head, sighed, and then picked up a small stone from the ground. He casually threw it towards Luo Tuimao. The stone whizzed through the air, flying from the pier towards the bow of the ship. It covered a considerable distance, and any martial expert with even a bit of wind-distinguishing ability would easily dodge such a hidden weapon. However, Luo Tuimao didn’t even manage to make the slightest evasive movement. He was hit by the stone and fell with a thud.
The leader sighed, “Indeed, just a low-level performer in the martial world. Let’s not bother with this fool. Board the ship and kill all those Western foreigners who disrespect the ‘Eighteen Divinations.’ Oh, and spare the young man with blonde hair. Keep him alive; someone wants to deal with him personally.”
As he finished speaking, a group of followers rushed forward.
At that moment, the fallen Luo Tuimao struggled to get up from the ground. He held his left hand over the spot where the stone had struck him and used his right hand to support himself against the ship’s railing. With great difficulty, he said, “Don’t underestimate me. Even though I’m not that skilled, I still have to deal with you petty people… Eradicating evil for the people, upholding justice, this is the responsibility of warriors like us… Don’t… underestimate the spirit of chivalry…”
The crowd: “…”
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After a brief silence, the pier erupted in a series of even more arrogant laughter. Various sounds of mockery and disdain echoed, one after another. As they laughed merrily, suddenly, the sound of applause rang out like thunderclaps, resounding loudly and even ear-splittingly. The applause managed to drown out all the ridicule, echoing throughout the entire pier. Such a resounding applause must have required significant effort to produce. Everyone couldn’t help but turn their gaze towards the source of the applause.
Then, they realized that the one clapping was Robb.
Robb was applauding, and he was doing so quite earnestly.
Seeing all eyes turned towards him, Robb stopped his clapping and earnestly stated, “Why are you all staring at me? Applauding for him, shouldn’t we? The martial world needs heroes like him. They give people hope that this world can still be redeemed. If the martial world is filled with cowards who value their lives above all else, only calculating gains and losses, judging whether to act based on the strength of the enemy and themselves, then it’s worth having a good laugh.”
The leader of the “Eighteen Divinations” sneered, “Your Tang speech is fluent, but your reasoning isn’t sound. You don’t even understand the basics of survival of the fittest in the martial world. Talking about naive chivalry.”
Robb smiled, “What’s wrong with being naive?”
The leader retorted, “Naivety leads to death!”
Robb shrugged, “So, that’s your reason for dying. You face an immensely powerful adversary and yet still naively believe you’re the stronger side.”
The leader turned his head to look at Luo Tuimao, who couldn’t even stand steady after being hit by a small stone. He sneered, “Him?”
“No!” Robb pointed at his own nose, “I’m talking about me!”
The leader smirked, “You?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Robb suddenly flew from the bow of the ship, covering a great distance through the vast sky. He landed on the pier right in front of the leader, delivering a swift and forceful blow to the leader’s head. Then, he flipped backward and returned to the bow, as if he hadn’t moved at all.
Everyone was amazed, and they turned their attention to the leader. They noticed a huge lump on his rabbit head.
Such remarkable lightness in movement and speed of attack—no one could react during Robb’s lightning-fast movements. Some couldn’t even see his actions clearly. This person was undoubtedly a top-tier expert.
Robb said, “I told you that you would die, and now, you’re already dead.”
The leader felt his head spinning, his lump throbbed with excruciating pain. In a state of shock, he clutched his head and asked, “What did you do to me?”
This novel was translated on ShanghaiFantasy, https://shanghaifantasy.com/novel/after-maxing-out-all-classes/. If you are not reading on this website, it was stolen and aggregated
Robb said, “I gave your head a tap using a technique called ‘Eighteen Dragon Strikes.’ The strike just now shattered your vital points and cut off all life force within you. If you hurry home now and write your will, arrange your affairs within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you might still have a chance. But if you delay, you won’t even see your family one last time.”
The leader was terrified and let out a horrified exclamation, “Oh my god!” Then he turned and fled.
The other followers didn’t dare to stay either; they scattered in panic.
However, the head of the gang was not willing to linger either and vanished instantly without a trace.
Robb grinned and waved at them, saying, “Don’t panic. If the gang leader kneels, there’s still the altar master, right? Who’s the altar master? Step forward and take command.”
Before he could finish his sentence, a figure suddenly flashed at the bow of the ship. In an instant, Robb appeared in front of Altar Master Zhang. He raised his hand and delivered a forceful blow to Zhang’s forehead with a thud. Then, just as quickly, he returned to the bow of the ship, sitting cross-legged with a smile on his face. “You’ve also fallen victim to my ‘Eighteen Dragon Strikes,'” he said cheerfully.
Zhang, the Altar Master, blinked in confusion, let out a strange cry of surprise, and then vanished without a trace as well.
Chapter 932: What’s the Problem with Me Applauding for Him?
Most of the sailors on the ship didn’t understand the language of Big Tang. So, the bold words of the Rabbit Hero didn’t cause much of a stir among them. The two captains who understood a few sentences also struggled with some difficult wordswhich were too challenging. They listened with puzzled expressions.
Overall, there was no applause.
However, the henchmen on the pier, members of the “Eighteen Divinations,” reacted differently. After hearing these words, they paused for a moment, then burst into laughter: “This guy wants to die.”
“Pretending to be a hero!”
“What nonsense is this?”
“He doesn’t know his place.”
The leader among the “Eighteen Divinations,” a rabbit dressed as a martial hero with an air of status, said, “Where did you come from, you fool? Trying to represent foreigners? State your title, let us hear.”
The Rabbit Hero said proudly, “Hmph! Known in the martial world as ‘Fist Strikes the Southern Mountain—Luo Tuimao.'”
The crowd: “…”
Even the leader of the “Eighteen Divinations” was puzzled.
Honestly, they had never heard of this name before. Well, it should be said that this kind of clichéd name was heard so often that their ears were worn out from it. The martial world was full of such names, numbering in the hundreds or even thousands. Each one was as common as a dog skin plaster, a low-level performer surviving by entertaining or just a minor character who couldn’t even make it in the martial world.
He claims to strike mountains with his fists, but give him a rock and if he can shatter it, then he wins.
The leader of the “Eighteen Divinations” shook his head, sighed, and then picked up a small stone from the ground. He casually threw it towards Luo Tuimao. The stone whizzed through the air, flying from the pier towards the bow of the ship. It covered a considerable distance, and any martial expert with even a bit of wind-distinguishing ability would easily dodge such a hidden weapon. However, Luo Tuimao didn’t even manage to make the slightest evasive movement. He was hit by the stone and fell with a thud.
The leader sighed, “Indeed, just a low-level performer in the martial world. Let’s not bother with this fool. Board the ship and kill all those Western foreigners who disrespect the ‘Eighteen Divinations.’ Oh, and spare the young man with blonde hair. Keep him alive; someone wants to deal with him personally.”
As he finished speaking, a group of followers rushed forward.
At that moment, the fallen Luo Tuimao struggled to get up from the ground. He held his left hand over the spot where the stone had struck him and used his right hand to support himself against the ship’s railing. With great difficulty, he said, “Don’t underestimate me. Even though I’m not that skilled, I still have to deal with you petty people… Eradicating evil for the people, upholding justice, this is the responsibility of warriors like us… Don’t… underestimate the spirit of chivalry…”
The crowd: “…”
This novel was translated on ShanghaiFantasy, https://shanghaifantasy.com/novel/after-maxing-out-all-classes/. If you are not reading on this website, it was stolen and aggregated
After a brief silence, the pier erupted in a series of even more arrogant laughter. Various sounds of mockery and disdain echoed, one after another. As they laughed merrily, suddenly, the sound of applause rang out like thunderclaps, resounding loudly and even ear-splittingly. The applause managed to drown out all the ridicule, echoing throughout the entire pier. Such a resounding applause must have required significant effort to produce. Everyone couldn’t help but turn their gaze towards the source of the applause.
Then, they realized that the one clapping was Robb.
Robb was applauding, and he was doing so quite earnestly.
Seeing all eyes turned towards him, Robb stopped his clapping and earnestly stated, “Why are you all staring at me? Applauding for him, shouldn’t we? The martial world needs heroes like him. They give people hope that this world can still be redeemed. If the martial world is filled with cowards who value their lives above all else, only calculating gains and losses, judging whether to act based on the strength of the enemy and themselves, then it’s worth having a good laugh.”
The leader of the “Eighteen Divinations” sneered, “Your Tang speech is fluent, but your reasoning isn’t sound. You don’t even understand the basics of survival of the fittest in the martial world. Talking about naive chivalry.”
Robb smiled, “What’s wrong with being naive?”
The leader retorted, “Naivety leads to death!”
Robb shrugged, “So, that’s your reason for dying. You face an immensely powerful adversary and yet still naively believe you’re the stronger side.”
The leader turned his head to look at Luo Tuimao, who couldn’t even stand steady after being hit by a small stone. He sneered, “Him?”
“No!” Robb pointed at his own nose, “I’m talking about me!”
The leader smirked, “You?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Robb suddenly flew from the bow of the ship, covering a great distance through the vast sky. He landed on the pier right in front of the leader, delivering a swift and forceful blow to the leader’s head. Then, he flipped backward and returned to the bow, as if he hadn’t moved at all.
Everyone was amazed, and they turned their attention to the leader. They noticed a huge lump on his rabbit head.
Such remarkable lightness in movement and speed of attack—no one could react during Robb’s lightning-fast movements. Some couldn’t even see his actions clearly. This person was undoubtedly a top-tier expert.
Robb said, “I told you that you would die, and now, you’re already dead.”
The leader felt his head spinning, his lump throbbed with excruciating pain. In a state of shock, he clutched his head and asked, “What did you do to me?”
This novel was translated on ShanghaiFantasy, https://shanghaifantasy.com/novel/after-maxing-out-all-classes/. If you are not reading on this website, it was stolen and aggregated
Robb said, “I gave your head a tap using a technique called ‘Eighteen Dragon Strikes.’ The strike just now shattered your vital points and cut off all life force within you. If you hurry home now and write your will, arrange your affairs within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, you might still have a chance. But if you delay, you won’t even see your family one last time.”
The leader was terrified and let out a horrified exclamation, “Oh my god!” Then he turned and fled.
The other followers didn’t dare to stay either; they scattered in panic.
However, the head of the gang was not willing to linger either and vanished instantly without a trace.
Robb grinned and waved at them, saying, “Don’t panic. If the gang leader kneels, there’s still the altar master, right? Who’s the altar master? Step forward and take command.”
Before he could finish his sentence, a figure suddenly flashed at the bow of the ship. In an instant, Robb appeared in front of Altar Master Zhang. He raised his hand and delivered a forceful blow to Zhang’s forehead with a thud. Then, just as quickly, he returned to the bow of the ship, sitting cross-legged with a smile on his face. “You’ve also fallen victim to my ‘Eighteen Dragon Strikes,'” he said cheerfully.
Zhang, the Altar Master, blinked in confusion, let out a strange cry of surprise, and then vanished without a trace as well.
