2121 The Name of Dollar
Dragon Eight tried to force himself to get up, but the figure on the coin was displaying a mighty number eight. His hands trembled in exertion as he attempted to rise, but nothing came of it. He couldnât get up.
Dragon Eightâs dragon fire was burning like a bonfire, but try as he might to rise, he just couldnât get back on his feet.
Ding!
The number on the coin was now an almighty nine. Dragon Eight couldnât hold the force back anymore. His hands were pressed into stones that buckled under the weight and crumbled, leaving him to slowly sink into the earth.
Dragon Eight roared and cut off half of his own head again.
His body was free for a sparse few moments, but the coin appeared back on his forehead in precisely the same spot in less than a second.
Pang!
There was a loud noise, and Dragon Eightâs body slammed back into the ground.
All of the people and creatures watching this horrid spectacle were frozen. The elites of the Dragon were dismayed at Dollarâs chilling performance.
When the coinâs number ticked over to ten, Dragon Eight could no longer resist. He collapsed and let his body sink into the earth without restraint. Gritting his teeth, Dragon Eight tore up the sheet of paper. With a body contorted under the tremendous pressure, he left the Geno Being Scroll in defeat.
The fight came to an end, but when all was done, no one was sure how to describe what they had just witnessed.
No one had ever heard of a âhuman,â and what was that geno art? An unknown name had suddenly shot to stardom faster than the speed of light.
Although Han Sen did not tell anyone the geno artâs name, it was commonly referred to as Coin.
âCoin is awesome! It was even able to pin down Dragon Eight!â
âDollar is incredible! His body is as strong as a Dragonâs. Itâs rare to see a performance like that even amongst the higher races.â
âHuman? What is this race? Iâve tried to do some research, but I havenât found anything about their origin.â
âI couldnât find anything about them, either. Did he make them up?â
âHe might have, but that does not discredit how strong Dollar himself really is.â
If he keeps winning like this, he is sure to go up against Lone Bamboo of the Sky. Now that will be a show to watch!â
Everyone in the universe was raving about the human Dollar and his Coin. But two women in particular were gritting their teeth.
âDollar! You are finally here.â Yishaâs face turned dark. She had sought Dollar for the longest time, but since their last encounter, she had found no trace of him. Dollar was now participating in the Geno Being Scroll, but where he was joining from, she hadnât a clue.
In that universe, the Geno Being Scroll could be entered from anywhere.
The other person who hated Dollar was called Haiâer. She wanted her revenge on him. She had used the resources of the Pirates to learn of his whereabouts, but she had come up empty.
These two women ground their teeth. It was torture to watch Dollar merrily waltz his way through every opponent he encountered in the Geno Being Scroll. And on top of that, there was nothing they could do about it.
Yishaâs next opponent was sure to be in bad luck. She was on a King class battlefield, whereas Dollar was on a Marquise battlefield. They couldnât fight no matter how much she wanted to, but all that pent-up rage had to go somewhere. And that meant her next combatant would be the unfortunate recipient.
The poor King that went up against Yisha was swiftly wrecked. He couldnât fight back in the least. If he hadnât ripped up the paper quickly, itâd have been a fairly brutal murder.
âF*ck you! Itâs just a ranked match. You donât need to hit that hard!â The King cradled his battered body and started to fancy some revenge himself.
Dollar became incredibly famous. The title of Human Dollar was one of much renown now, and it wasnât just the Marquises that were interested in him. Because of how mysterious Dollar was, people became all the more fascinated with his geno art.
The contestants who knew they would have to face Dollar researched his geno art even more frantically than the rest.
If they couldnât find a way to counter Coin, they knew that theyâd lose in a most spectacular fashion.
Every race sent a researcher to watch Dollarâs fights. They desperately wanted to discover a way in which they might deal with a hostile Dollar. Every time a new geno art was discovered, such things would take place. The pursuit of knowledge was always ongoing.
But the geno arts usually researched were King class or deified geno arts. Lower tier geno arts rarely drew much attention. Coin was cast by a Marquise, so it was strange for so many people to invest time in researching it.
The reason why every race focused on Coin was because Coin was able to suppress even the Dragonâs Evilbreaker powers. It also seemed as if it could keep growing in strength. Those two points were enough to draw the attention of every race.
And this was only a Marquiseâs use of it. They worried about what could be achieved if a King or deified person used it. Just thinking about that was enough to give such dreamers a chill.
If they could not find a way to overcome Coin, the Kings would never feel safe.
But after the fight with Dragon Eight, no other opponent had been able to get Han Sen to cast Coin.
Han Sen beat them all with simple strength. It was something that came as a grand disappointment to those who wished to research Coin in finer detail.
Littleflower came against his next opponent, and it was a white tiger. Littleflower swung his fist, and when the little fist was going to come into contact with the white tigerâs face, he disappeared and appeared behind the tiger. The fist was driven in the direction of the tigerâs bum.
Seeing the fist on its way to smack its butt, the tigerâs body blurred. Littleflower punched through the tiger, revealing it to be little more than a shadow.
Behind Littleflower, the tiger bared its teeth in a savage grin. Its claws were like lightning, soaring to strike Littleflowerâs skin. But in the next second, the white tigerâs smile froze. When it touched Littleflower, the boyâs body was revealed to be a shadow, too.
Another Littleflower appeared to the left of the tiger. He kicked the creature in the belly.
The white tiger disappeared the moment Littleflowerâs foot came into contact with its belly. The two of them then flashed and flashed between each other around the mountain. They disappeared and reappeared continuously, making spectators dizzy.
âHe really is from Sacred! He can fight the white tigerâs teleportation.â The dog-faced elder standing in the desert frowned.