MY MASTER DISCONNECTED YET AGAIN (BOOK 2)

Chapter 501 - 520

Chapter 501: Forceful Recruitment

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Hong Meng secretly took a peek, then immediately closed it again, fortunately it wasn't meant for him, one would be infuriated after reading it. Then he produced a hand seal, made a spell, a dozen of invitation to a duel transformed in dashes of bright light and flew out.

The date for the duel was set on the next day, as the divine race, they would definitely be able to make it. Even if these 12 people joined forces, with Chef's capabilities, he wouldn't lose. He wasn't being boastful, but it wouldn't even be a problem for him to crush them. Even if there really happened to be any accidents, there was still Shen Ying. So Lonemoon wasn't worried at all.

Then the next day, not one person came...

Lonemoon stared at the empty field, slightly not knowing how to react. Could it be that it was too far and they couldn't make it in time? It's alright, let's wait another day.

On the third day, still no one came...

Was there no basic abilities such as cutting through the void amongst the divine race?

The fourth day, they still weren't here...

Could it be that the invitation to the duel was delayed, something went wrong with Hong Meng's spell?

The 10th day, they just wouldn't come...

Had they been scared out of their wits by his invitation to the duel?

The 15th day, they still weren't here...

Lonemoon: "..."

Yi Qing: "..."

Hong Meng: "..."

Fatty: "..."

The field that could hold tens of thousands of people was empty, a cold wind that was penetratingly icy blew past.

"Damn, they dared to stand me up!!!" Lonemoon's face went black as he pulled out his sword. "Hong Meng tell me the location of those people." I'll go destroy them.

"Father Niu..." Shen Ying who was nibbling on a fruit at the side suddenly spoke up.

"What?"

"Those people are the first batch of natives of this plane right?"

"What about that?" Could he not beat them up?

"No, this world did not even have rules in place, nothing at all, that should include a written language right?"

Huh?

"You used the language of the other plane to write that invitation to a duel, would they be able to understand it?"

Lonemoon: "..."

Yi Qing: "..."

Hong Meng: "..."

Fatty: "..."

Four swooshes, four top tier powerhouses were given a stab each, a spot known as intelligence immediately began to hurt.

Though they didn't want to admit it, but in this moment, they were all idiots!

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Base of the 12 divine races.

Half a month ago, something strange happened to each of the divine races, divine artifacts fell from the sky to before the head of every race. The divine artifact was square and crimson red, faintly radiating a golden light. It was as if it had a mind of its own, as long as any other member of the race approached it, it would fly away, then voluntarily fall into the head's hands.