Chapter 127: Let’s Go

"These are the famous figures in the Newbie District: the Eleven Arhats from India," a Chinese Modifier, seemingly well-versed in the background of the eleven brothers, explained to those around him.

"Arhats? That term sounds a bit too Chinese."

"It’s an abbreviation for the Sanskrit 'Arhat.' The term actually originated from India. There are sixteen Arhats under the Buddha; the first is Pindola Bharadvaja, a Brahmin aristocrat, and the second is Kanakavatsa, who was also Indian..."

Just then, someone on the commercial street shouted at the eleven Indian men on the motorcycle, "Asian Boy Band, give us a performance!"

"Give us one!"

"Give us one!"

...

The crowd joined in the clamor.

"Alright."

The eleven identical men, all in their thirties with thick eyebrows, wide eyes, and bushy beards, immediately gave in to the racial talent hidden deep within their souls. They jumped off the motorcycle; seven of them pulled out various instruments: a suona, a sitar, a pakhawaj drum, a flute... The other four stood in the open space in front of Yan Luo’s stall.

These men were dressed in traditional Indian attire: sarongs, cloaks, and turbans—all in vibrant, clashing shades of red and green.

Standing in the mundane world, they struck up a heavenly tune.

Upbeat music began to play. The seven musicians played while the other four started to sing and dance.

"Sweetheart, the strings of the instrument have begun to play."

"Listen to my heart’s confession."

"Come and love me."

"Oh, sweetheart~~~"

...

Yan Luo watched expressionlessly. While the singing and dancing were a spectacle, they did have a benefit: the group attracted a large crowd, bringing in foot traffic.

As the performance ended, someone shouted, "Give us another one!"

"No, no, we have business to attend to."

The eleven men waved their hands repeatedly. The leader walked up to Yan Luo’s stall. "We’ll buy your bloodline material."

"990,000?" Yan Luo asked.

"No, no, no... too expensive, far too expensive."

"99,000 is more appropriate."

Yan Luo: "..."

Judging by their fame and their flamboyant singing and dancing, one would think they were wealthy. Whether they had money or not, they were certainly stingy; adding 1,000 to make it an even 100,000 would have been much classier. Yan Luo couldn't determine the true value of the Spider Bloodline Material, but he felt the baseline should be 100,000, and it shouldn't exceed 300,000.

"99,000. Not selling."

Seeing Yan Luo’s refusal, the Indian men looked displeased.

"We are eleven Level 2s, and you are just a Level 2. Do you know why we want to buy this material? Our mother is having a birthday; she is a Level 4 Modifier! This bloodline material is a gift for her. 99,000 is plenty; we only offered that much because your title is Boss. If you don't want to sell..."

He signaled to his brothers.

"Hey!"

"Ha!"

...

The eleven men suddenly began punching and kicking in unison, accompanied by shouts. They struck poses, forming a collective shape. Yan Luo watched, thoughtful. Isn't this the Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Men formation from the movie *Shaolin Soccer*? Though a few men short...

At that moment, a voice came from the side:

"What does your mother's birthday have to do with anyone else?"

"Who said that!"

The eleven Indians turned their murderous glares toward the source. The crowd parted to reveal four men.

"You don't even know the famous Four Absolutes of the Newbie District? It seems the Eleven Arhats aren't much. It’s a pity you’re only Level 2, or you wouldn't be able to encounter the four of us. As for me, I am the one who transcends human limits in shamelessness—Li Jianren!"

The young man speaking was handsome, but the moment people looked at him, a wave of anger surged within them. A shameless smirk hung on his face.

Beside him, another youth with greasy, slicked-back hair and a powdered face twitched his eyebrows and said, "I am the one who transcends human limits in vanity. Your mother is having a birthday? I have a funeral wreath; do you want it for her? Hmm?"

"As the saying goes, a man doesn't have to be handsome or rich, but he must be flamboyant!" The third person was a man in his forties wearing a pink outfit, his hairy legs exposed under a skirt. He had bra straps visible on his shoulders, lipstick on his lips, and a flower tucked behind his ear.

"I am the one who transcends human limits in flamboyance!"

"Humph! And me, the one who transcends human limits in arrogance!"

The last of the four kept his hands behind his back, head tilted, eyes looking at the sky, his body bent backward so far that he was practically looking at people with his chin.

"We are the Four Absolutes of the Newbie District: Vanity of the East, Shamelessness of the West, Flamboyance of the South, and Arrogance of the North!"

You feel a strong emotion:
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Speechless +1
...

In that instant, the word "speechless" could almost be seen floating above the heads of everyone in the crowd. The Indian boy band looked at the four; even though they were Level 2, these four were all Level 3! Their mother might be a Level 4, but she was in the Intermediate District, also known as the Elite District, which was separated from the Newbie District.

"Let's go!"

With four veterans of the Newbie District stepping in to defend the stall owner, the eleven Indians couldn't force the sale and had to back down. They quickly hopped onto their motorcycle, reformed their peacock-like formation, and rode away.

"Thanks." Yan Luo nodded at the four.

"Kid, you're a mid-boss at only Level 2; you have a bright future! We, the Four Absolutes, think highly of you. Keep it up! When you reach Level 3, let's have a grand duel. If you're strong enough, we'll make space for you to become the Five Absolutes of the Newbie District!" The one who transcended limits in flamboyance seemed to appreciate Yan Luo.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yan Luo, having no interest, thanked them coldly yet politely.

"It's just a vehicle. Why act so arrogant on a broken motorcycle... Can they be more arrogant than our Arrogant Fourth Brother?" The one who transcended limits in vanity spat toward the receding motorcycle.

Hearing this, the arrogant one tilted his head back even further until his head almost touched the ground.

"Brother Vanity, bring out our mount! Let’s show them what a real ride is! Mmhmm~~~" The flamboyant uncle made a delicate gesture with his fingers.

"Fine."

The one who transcended limits in vanity took out a capsule—clearly a special item similar to a Pokémon ball. A beam of light shot out, landing on the ground and transforming into a peculiar creature.

It was about the height of a horse but much longer, shaped like a long strip! Its body was covered in a gray shell, it had a sharp horn on its head, and it had ten legs arranged under its belly. Yan Luo felt like he was seeing "Cream Chocolate" again, back when it was being modified in the Contaminated Zone.

However, this was no horse; it was a giant, mutated shrimp!

"This is our mutated creature mount!"

The four of them climbed onto the shell of the giant shrimp. Li Jianren grabbed the reins.

"Pipi Shrimp, let's go!"

Under his control, the giant mutated mantis shrimp scurried away on its ten legs, carrying the four men and disappearing into the distance of the commercial street in a flash...