"This is the situation, Elder, the Wild Lion Sect is truly despicable, they even exploited our Blood Rose Society and Yin Snake Sect," Zuo Qiu Qing indignantly said.
The voluptuous woman beside him was looking at Qin Muye's corpse, her expression filled with incredulity, "Are you sure this is just an ordinary person? Even in death, there is a strong aura exuding from his body. If I were to face him, I would only have a fifty percent chance of winning!"
'No... it's just me fooling another fool again, and Strongman Style has leveled up again...' When Qin Muye played dead, he glanced at his Strongman Style, which was now +3. This temporary skill was really a trap; it leveled up each time he won, not getting increasingly difficult to upgrade like some skills do.
'Look at this, I think it's going to level up again.'
'Strongman Style +27, now everyone who sees this corpse has to go through a wave of shock and reflection and then assign me a Level,'
Qin Muye felt somewhat desperate, as the president of the Blood Rose Society had returned and brought quite a few high-ranking members to visit, thereby providing an opportunity for deception and victory.
He understood that whoever was determined by the Strongman Style as the loser would unconsciously regard Qin Muye as the stronger party, and even without such a determination, the opponent might still fall into doubt due to the inherent aura of the Strongman Style.
Under normal circumstances, they would challenge Qin Muye, but now Qin Muye was just a corpse, and coupled with other people's prior deceits and intimidations, it would generally take less than two minutes to declare a victory for Qin Muye.