Chapter 911: Wonderful Expectations
"One million liquid capital, ten times leverage! Continuous full enhancement! Top up!"
A heavy punch backed by the power of money collided with the dual hammers brimming with technological might.
"You filthy rich capitalist scum, take my hammer!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Fists against hammers—compared to Nineteen who was taken out in one hit, Dolantine was proving to be far more durable!
Of course, the main reason was that the "amount" the Tycoon had invested was clearly not as much as when he was beating on Nineteen.
When facing Nineteen, the Tycoon had clearly engaged in some impulse spending—after all, Old Yao's corpse in the pool of blood was still warm, and the Tycoon, a man of deep loyalty and emotion, was obviously not the type to stay cool and rational.
However, despite Dolantine and the Tycoon having no direct conflict, the Tycoon clearly didn't hold the Psychological Society members in high regard because of Lacan.
Even though he was fighting barehanded against armed opponents, with the boost from one million in liquid capital, the Tycoon was clearly suppressing Dolantine.
Add in the age gap between the two...
It looked like an old father disciplining his daughter.
But Dolantine was no pushover either.
"Damn, you're so annoying... stubborn and tough as hell, like some slag from a mine that turned into a spirit," Dolantine cursed as her dual hammers were knocked aside once again. "I can't take it anymore, let's blow this up!"
As she spoke, the dual hammers spun once in her hands before being put away. She stepped back while raising her hand, tossing out over a dozen metal spheres that clattered and clanged through the air.
"Beep beep beep beep beep!"
The metal spheres flashing red light emitted urgent alarm sounds. Lin Yu recalled his unpleasant memories on the elevated bridge and quickly shut his peeping eyes.
Then...
"Shiiing!"
Even with his eyes closed, Lin Yu could feel the blazing white light flashing before his vision.
And his ears, which he had no way to block shut, were nearly deafened by the explosive roar—even lying on the ground, Lin Yu felt the world spinning around him!
The dozen spheres shaped like flashbangs all exploded at once. Originally meant to be primarily a control effect, they were now dealing surprisingly substantial damage!
But after the white light faded...
The Tycoon stood firm in place, completely unaffected!
Commercial Medical Insurance had already repaired his damaged eardrums and retinal tissues in an instant.
However, the impact and dizziness could not be dispelled so quickly.
Looking at Dolantine who had already created distance between them, the Tycoon let out a breath, rolled his neck, and his joints emitted cracking sounds.
"I thought you had some big finishing move lined up."
Dolantine shook her head: "No, I don't have that kind of one-hit-winning move. Honestly, I don't even think highly of that fighting style."
"Only brainless idiots chase after a single devastating blow. We are Death Game players—to keep surviving in this game, what you need is balanced power without weaknesses."
"So, I'm just buying myself some time—preparing for my Exclusive Item."
The Tycoon's gaze fell upon Dolantine's hands.
She had already taken out the silver-white, tech-heavy spike hammer from before, but now only one remained in her left hand.
In Dolantine's right hand, she clutched a ball of soft, gel-like rainbow-colored substance.
No need to guess—that was her Exclusive Item.
"Come on, friend... come on!"
Dolantine said, then stuffed the rainbow substance into her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
Then...
Her hair gradually turned black, and her light-colored pupils became brown.
At the same time, Dolantine's height slowly increased. Her previously thin and frail-looking body became healthy and strong, with well-proportioned muscle lines distributed across her limbs. She looked like a thriving, fully-grown adult.
This was Dolantine's Exclusive Item...
Its name was Beautiful Expectations.
Beautiful Expectations: Gives every thing the opportunity to present its most perfect possible state.
The transformation happened extremely fast—in just a few breaths, Dolantine looked like a completely different person.
She was like a magazine cover model, a disciplined white-collar worker in a big city, radiating health, sunshine, and confident charm from head to toe.
Even her facial features seemed less manic than before.
"Looks like this thing just cured your albinism or whatever," the Tycoon squinted. "Doesn't seem like a big deal."
"Sorry, but that's where you're wrong," Dolantine said very politely. "While Beautiful Expectations indeed only turns my condition into the 'best' version, this is not 'no big deal.'"
"Without my congenital defects... I am very strong."
Her voice was polite, but confident.
Holding the hammer in one hand, she looked at the Tycoon: "Come on, Tycoon—open your Heart Domain!"
"There's no need for that!"
The moment their words fell, they clashed once more.
This time, Dolantine's strength and speed were faster than before.
"Bang!"
The Tycoon threw a punch, and Dolantine's hammer was sent flying again.
"You got stronger... but the increase isn't significant. Is this your Exclusive Item? It's a bit too weak!"
He could feel Dolantine's improvement...
But honestly, this improvement didn't mean much for Dolantine.
She might as well have gone out and bought a regular enhancement potion—it would've been more effective than this!
However, the Tycoon didn't dwell on it and simply kept pressing forward with his punches—the power of money wasn't just reflected in enhanced physical strength, but also in the Tycoon's techniques at this moment.
The great knight of the Holy Flame Church in Night Valley, a meritorious squad member of the Divine Power Group's Pioneer Team in the Wasteland's Sleepless City, the old master of the Eight Desolations Martial Arts School on Prison Mountain, the Black Marsh festival champion Jiang Rong... and even an active heavyweight combat athlete from reality.
All of these were the Tycoon's "teachers."
Even if he was middle-aged and had started training late in life, the Tycoon's boxing technique was now quite refined—not top-tier, barely even first-rate, but definitely formidable among second-rate fighters.
Combined with his own abilities, the Tycoon naturally suppressed Dolantine with ease once again.
But this time...
The Tycoon felt something was off.
He was still on the offensive, and this bigger, "healthier" Dolantine had no new moves. In fact, without the dirty tricks like groin kicks, eye gouging, and finger biting from before, she posed even less of a threat to him.
But...
That was exactly what felt wrong.
Fu Luo and King Vulture, who were busy trying to smash through the glass along the cracks nearby, also noticed something was off.
"What's going on? Why does it feel like the Tycoon, despite being on the winning side, is actually the one at a disadvantage?"
King Vulture asked with a frown.
"So you feel it too. It defies all logic," Fu Luo said gravely. "Looks like her Exclusive Item is very strange!"
Not to mention them—even Chlorpromazine, who was struggling to drag Nineteen to a corner, couldn't quite understand what Dolantine was doing.
The only person present who knew what was going on was Lin Yu.
"With every block and dodge, she's improving. This thing called Beautiful Expectations enhancing the body is just a side benefit—its most powerful aspect should be the boost it gives to one's character and spirit!"