Chapter 13 Despair

The night was thick, the fog heavy.

At this moment, more than two hours had passed since the start of the competition.

In the sky, the already dim moonlight seemed to have faded a little more for some reason...

"Captain, do you feel...like it's gotten suddenly darker around here?" Final Strike, who was sitting next to the pigpen, pinching his nose, asked in a muffled voice.

"Probably the guys from Hell's Frontline triggered some kind of plot," First to Be King, who was squatting nearby, was in a similar state. He looked up at the sky and said, "According to my speculation...the moonlight shouldn't be changing, it's the 'barrier' that's changing."

"Oh..." Final Strike nodded, then said, "Then I hope they trigger a few more death flags, and preferably have two or three self-inflicted casualties..."

"Given the difficulty of this script, that's definitely possible," First to Be King replied. "Of course, no matter what the other side's situation is, we'll still stick to our own pace...and recover the lost stamina and survival points first." He took a breath, "Hoo...at least we've shaken off the ghost chase, and stopped the expansion of our disadvantage."

"Yeah..." Final Strike said, "It's just that the price we paid is a bit..." As he said this, the look of disgust on his face was obvious.

Clearly, rolling around in a pigpen wasn't a very comfortable thing, let alone a glorious one... However, First to Be King's idea did work. They successfully covered themselves in a smell even stronger than blood, thereby escaping the monsters.

"Stop complaining, we're professionals, this level of 'cost' is nothing," First to Be King replied. "Think about it...if it were Feng Bujue, he'd probably jump into a cesspool without hesitation."

"Hey, hey...can we not compare ourselves to a madman..." Final Strike squinted and retorted decisively.

Just as the two were chatting idly, suddenly!

"Hmm?" Final Strike's expression changed, and he stood up abruptly. "Captain! Do you feel it?"

"Feel what?" First to Be King looked puzzled, seemingly unaware of what his teammate was talking about, but he already realized that something was wrong. "What's wrong?"

"I can't really say..." A strand of cold sweat trickled down Final Strike's forehead, and his scare value was also subtly rising. "It feels like...somewhere...there's a pair of eyes staring at the back of my neck."

"Could it be..." First to Be King had also stood up at this point, and was looking around with all his might. "Someone used a mental interference skill on you?"

No sooner said than done!

Before the two from Corpse Blades could figure out what was going on, a shadow came rushing through the wind.

The figure was as fast as lightning and as quiet as the flowing wind, instantly rushing from the darkness nearly fifty meters away to close range.

In that split second...

"Hmph...trying to sneak attack?" First to Be King was, after all, a top player. Even with his skills limited, his physical skills and reaction speed were strong enough. He immediately snorted coldly and drew his saber to meet the attack. "You'll have to get past me first!"

The next second, his sneer froze on his face, and his confidence shattered in an instant.

Because Wang Tanzhi really did "get past" him. And after getting past him, he took Final Strike's life with a single strike.

"This is impossible!" First to Be King turned his head in horror, just in time to see his teammate's head flying up and blood spurting out.

Those drops of blood splattered on First to Be King's face, making his expression look incredibly desolate.

"There's no point in saying 'impossible' about a fact that's already happening before your eyes." Two seconds later, Wang Tanzhi's figure appeared behind Final Strike's still-standing corpse. Because his attack was so fast, the [Touch of Altair] he used to complete the assassination wasn't even stained with blood.

"You..." First to Be King stood with his saber, and in this dangerous situation, a flash of inspiration struck his mind. "...You can use skills without restrictions?"

"As expected of a professional, you immediately made a reasonable, and correct, deduction," Xiao Tan replied frankly.

Indeed, what just happened would have been absolutely impossible in a situation where skills were restricted...

First, Xiao Tan cast [Draw a Cross and Curse You] on Final Strike before launching his attack to increase damage; second, he relied on the [Ghastly Shadow Chaser], which had been enhanced by the Shadow of the Death Knell, to rush over; in addition, he also had to intersperse a [Demon Bat Phantom] in the process of using [Ghastly Shadow Chaser] to get past First to Be King's obstruction.

In summary...this seemingly short and simple strike was actually an extremely difficult operation. Not only did it require the cooperation of three skills, but it also required extremely precise prediction and supernatural instantaneous reaction speed.

In all fairness, such a surprise attack could very well result in a one-hit kill even if neither side was restricted.

Based on this one strike alone, all the professional and non-professional players watching this match could be sure...[Wang Tanzhi] definitely belonged to the ranks of top assassins in Thriller Paradise.

"Looks like...you're planning to take us on alone..." After confronting Xiao Tan for a few seconds, First to Be King basically confirmed that there were no other enemies around, so he tentatively said.

"That's right." Wang Tanzhi was a good young man who didn't like to lie, and in the current situation, there was no need for him to lie. "But...I have to remind you, there's no more 'us,' now there's only 'you' alone."

His words were very appropriate, because at the same time as he said this, Final Strike's body turned into white light and dissipated.

"Good..." First to Be King raised his saber with one arm, the tip of the blade pointing at the enemy. "Now that things have come to this, I don't have much to say...Let's see who's better!"

…

Ten minutes ago, in the stone courtyard of the Six Harmony Temple.

Boom—

A loud noise shattered the night sky.

In that instant, the stone wall on the sixth floor of the pagoda suddenly exploded, and two black shadows tumbled together, falling straight down from mid-air.

Standing at the foot of the tower, Ruo Yu looked up and quickly identified one of the two as the Blood Corpse God.

And the figure entangled with the Blood Corpse God...was an unfamiliar humanoid creature.

"I told you..." About two seconds later, Feng Bujue poked his head out from the gap in the tower and said loudly to Ruo Yu, "In ten minutes at most, you'll be able to help." After saying that, he jumped down as well.

Immediately afterward, Xiao Ling's figure appeared at the gap. However, she didn't jump down, but instead took out her sniper rifle, choosing to stay at the high point to provide fire support.

On the other side, the Blood Corpse God and that creature had landed several seconds ago. The two Boss-level monsters shook the ground within a hundred meters with their landing, and created a large crater in the ground. But...a second later, they stood up as if nothing had happened, and continued to fight.

Before long, the chaotic sounds of fists hitting flesh and feet hitting bone rang out in the stone courtyard.

"Hmph...this multiverse is truly interesting..." The Blood Corpse God said with ease while fighting, "I've actually met another guy who can ignore my 'fear projection'..."

The unknown creature was not to be outdone, replying with a broken gong-like voice, "Ha! Who would have thought that a mere monster like you would have some skill."

After complimenting each other, they seemed to have reached some kind of consensus, and then...they started to get serious.

As soon as the words fell, the force and speed of these two "people" increased by a level in an instant.

And a dozen meters away...

"What's the background?" Ruo Yu asked, looking at Brother Jue, who had just landed.

"A virtuous monk, with the dharma name Xuan Hong," Feng Bujue replied.

"The one who killed the demonic Taoist back then?" Ruo Yu's thinking was very agile.

"Yes, that's him." Brother Jue replied, then changed the subject. "Unfortunately, he's just a ferocious spirit possessed by a demonic weapon now." As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed at Xuan Hong, who was fighting fiercely with the Blood Corpse God. "Look at his chest."

"Ah, I noticed it from the beginning," Ruo Yu replied casually. "Is that the Liuhe Mirror?"

"Exactly," Feng Bujue replied.

"So..." Ruo Yu looked at him again and asked, "...What's your plan?"

"It's very simple." As Feng Bujue said this, he had already taken out the Must-Break Defense Blade from his knapsack. "Take him down in ten minutes, then...pry the mirror off, let me study it, and give the rest to the Blood Corpse God as a midnight snack."