Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
“President, why do you need to take action personally against such a small fry?” King's Eternal interjected, his gaze fixed intently on Yi Tianchen's Venomous Fang Dagger.
“No, I will handle this battle myself!” Zeng Jian interrupted King's Eternal, staring at Yi Tianchen. “Come on, let me see what a casual player can do. But don’t disappoint me too much, haha…”
“You asked for it!” Yi Tianchen replied in a low voice, tightening his grip on the Venomous Fang Dagger, ready to attack.
“Seeking death!” Zeng Jian suddenly shouted, swinging his longsword backward and charging straight at Yi Tianchen.
“His speed is decent!” Yi Tianchen thought, startled, as he swiftly moved to the side to evade the incoming strike, avoiding a direct confrontation.
Seeing Yi Tianchen choose to dodge, a sneer crept onto Zeng Jian's face. Following a series of agile movements, Zeng Jian skillfully blocked Yi Tianchen's escape route. With a cold smirk in his heart, he brought down his longsword with fierce momentum.
“Clang!”
Yi Tianchen’s expression darkened as he parried with his dagger, using the strong recoil to push himself backward.
“Ha! Good job, President!” A crowd of players behind Zeng Jian cheered. Especially as they watched Yi Tianchen retreat under Zeng Jian's relentless assault, their excitement grew as if they were witnessing an imminent defeat.
“Seriously? With this level of skill? I was better than this two years ago!” One player remarked while watching Yi Tianchen being chased down by Zeng Jian. He shook his head and nudged another player beside him. “Dude, don’t tell me this is the so-called expert you mentioned. How impressive!”
The player he nudged was the Swordsman Player who had been decisively defeated by Yi Tianchen earlier. Hearing such comments and witnessing Yi Tianchen’s rather comical performance made his face shift through various shades of embarrassment and anger.
He had previously reported to Zeng Jian that Yi Tianchen was a formidable opponent with elusive skills that were hard to catch. Now seeing the stark contrast in performance made him feel like he was slapping his own face—wasn’t he implying that his own skills were better than the current Yi Tianchen?
“Seriously? Is this all you've got? You should be embarrassed to let that slip out! Yi Tianchen, you weakling, stop just running away!” After several exchanges where Zeng Jian kept pressing Yi Tianchen down hard, he felt a surge of confidence that victory was within reach.
In fact, from the very beginning, Zeng Jian had never regarded Yi Tianchen as a threat!
However, Zeng Jian only saw what was on the surface. If Yi Tianchen were truly so easy to defeat, he would have already fallen by now. Yet despite appearing cornered, Yi Tianchen consistently managed to evade Zeng Jian's sharp sword at critical moments—this spoke volumes.
“Idiot!”
Yi Tianchen cursed inwardly as he continued to use his clumsy movements to draw Zeng Jian outward. The spectators believed that Yi Tianchen was being forced back by Zeng Jian; little did they know that he was intentionally feigning weakness to lure Zeng Jian further away.
This was the essence of patience before striking back. At this moment, there was more than just Zeng Jian standing in front of Yi Tianchen. To escape safely, Yi Tianchen needed to shake off the twenty or so players behind Zeng Jian. Otherwise, once surrounded, even with extraordinary abilities, there would be no way out!
So, Yi Tianchen deliberately fought in a rather disheveled manner, allowing his opponent to fall into the so-called "pursuit of victory," thus enabling his "secret maneuver." Undeniably, when the time was ripe, Zeng Jian would inevitably face Yi Tianchen's powerful and domineering counterattack!
Soon, after nearly five minutes of fierce battle, Yi Tianchen had already distanced himself from the crowd by more than thirty meters. This distance might not seem far, but given the current low level and incomplete equipment, coupled with the fact that it was Yi Tianchen—once known as the "God of War"—who was on the field, it was more than sufficient.
"It’s time!"
Yi Tianchen coldly uttered this phrase, and a chilling light suddenly shot from his eyes.
This caused Zeng Jian in front of him to pause momentarily, a bad premonition rising in his heart. In Zeng Jian's eyes, Yi Tianchen's gaze at that moment was terrifying, akin to the Venomous Fang Dagger tightly gripped in his hand, radiating a deadly chill!
"Damn it, we’ve been tricked! Quick, protect the President!"
The first to shout was King's Eternal. This fellow, who had a certain understanding of assassins, sensed something amiss amidst Yi Tianchen's seemingly drunken and chaotic fighting style. Following this realization, a dozen people led by King's Eternal began their charge.
However, at this moment, Yi Tianchen was also on the move!
Once he took the offensive, although Yi Tianchen still appeared as if he were drunkenly swaying about, in Zeng Jian's eyes, he had become extremely aggressive. Like a ghost appearing beside Zeng Jian, Yi Tianchen let out a low chuckle as his dagger swiftly struck.
-79!
"Ugh!"
Faced with Yi Tianchen's sudden counterattack in the blink of an eye, Zeng Jian quickly realized he was in extreme danger amidst his astonishment. Cursing under his breath, he swung his longsword in an attempt to push Yi Tianchen away with its powerful area of effect.
However, Zeng Jian would never have imagined that due to his own arrogance and vanity, this would become something Yi Tianchen could exploit perfectly.
In his three years of professional life as the President of King's Guild and head of King's Studio, Zeng Jian often liked to record his PK videos and show them to all members of the studio. Whether it was combat professions or life professions, they were subjected to Zeng Jian's almost coercive viewing to satisfy his vanity; Yi Tianchen was one of those viewers.
Over these three years, Yi Tianchen had watched many of Zeng Jian's PK videos. Thus, at this moment when Zeng Jian moved his elbow, Yi Tianchen already knew what action Zeng Jian was about to take!
In that brief instant when Zeng Jian thought he could definitely push Yi Tianchen away, a pale scene quickly unfolded. Yi Tianchen’s figure darted forward; not only did he skillfully evade Zeng Jian's attack at just the right moment, but with a flick of his dagger, he directly stabbed into Zeng Jian's shoulder.
"Damn it!"
Watching as Yi Tianchen effortlessly avoided his attack and unexpectedly struck him from nowhere made Zeng Jian feel an overwhelming sense of fear.
"That's called heaven's punishment, which can be forgiven, but self-inflicted punishment is unforgivable!" Yi Tianchen coldly declared, once again erupting into action. He moved like the wind, swiftly darting forward and thrusting two daggers into Zeng Jian's chest. Although one attack was blocked, Zeng Jian's Health Points still plummeted below 10%.
"Die!"
With a glance at Zeng Jian's dwindling Health Points, Yi Tianchen relentlessly pursued him. He took a sword strike head-on without dodging and plunged a dagger directly into Zeng Jian's neck. Thanks to Yi Tianchen's unique technique targeting the weak spot, a critical hit was triggered, and massive damage numbers soared into the air—
-236!
With the last sliver of Health Points depleted, Zeng Jian, the President of the King's Guild and a figure of considerable renown, fell in utter unwillingness and fear. He dropped a significant amount of Copper Coins along with a brilliant green glow.
"It dropped!"
Yi Tianchen's eyes lit up in surprise as he saw that Zeng Jian's Bronze longsword had dropped. This was something he couldn't afford to miss. He crouched down and swiftly snatched the longsword from mid-air before it hit the ground, abandoning the Copper Coins as he hurried deeper into the forest.
"Damn it! The President's weapon dropped! Brothers, chase after him! We must skin this little brat alive!"
Comment 0 Comment Count