Chapter 27

The many veteran players who clearly understood the stakes knew full well that even if Lord Grim was level 27 at this moment, it wouldn't be worth wasting time on him, let alone a mere underling.

Level 27, Swordsman.

After quite a few people inputted Flowing Tree into the search to confirm, their originally aggressive appearance immediately vanished. Everyone was preparing to turn around at the first possible moment. Those whose reactions were a bit slow immediately received friendly reminders from others: "Don't bother with that trash! Hurry and chase Lord Grim, don't let him get away!"

Trash!

Huang Shaotian distinctly heard that word, and it seemed to be referring to him. As a professional player, he had some resistance to trash talk. A single "trash" wasn't enough to provoke many people. Huang Shaotian was the same. However, everyone reacted differently to trash talk. Some ignored it calmly, while others reacted strongly. As the greatest trash talker in the Alliance, the man for whom the Alliance had modified the rules, Huang Shaotian would undoubtedly be the latter.

"Damn!" A roar, almost a scream, echoed from the forest.

"Who was it who said 'trash' just now? Stand still and let me teach you how to write 'trash'!" Huang Shaotian's Flowing Tree actually turned around and chased after them.

"Who is it, who is it, who is it? Why are you running? A bunch of level 33s, are you afraid of a level 27 little Swordsman like me? If I'm trash, aren't you even worse than trash? What's worse than trash? Non-recyclable trash, useless waste! That's right, that's you running away! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, fourteen pieces of trash, running in perfect formation! Lining up to be recycled? But you forgot that you can't be recycled, didn't you? Have some self-awareness, dig a hole and bury yourselves! Stop polluting the environment, every second of your existence…"

"Shut up!" A player finally charged out from the team, also a Swordsman like Huang Shaotian. But he wasn't the only one who wanted to jump out at this moment; he was just a little ahead. His roar as he charged out temporarily shut Huang Shaotian up. This rare moment of peace allowed the already agitated crowd a brief opportunity to clear their heads.

"Oh? Was that you just now? Very good, you're also a Swordsman, but it seems you're not quite the average Swordsman. Seeing how eager you are to rush out and die, could it be that you're actually the legendary…" This was a place where homophones could be used to great effect with voice, but that was clearly not the case. Huang Shaotian quickly adjusted his settings, and then a huge text bubble appeared above his head, with the words "Jian Ke" (meaning "cheap swordsman" based on the homophone) written in bold in the largest Glory font size.

Jian Ke

Jian Ke

Jian Ke

Jian Ke

…

Huang Shaotian's hands were so fast that in an instant, a row of the largest, bolded Jian Ke text bubbles shot into the sky. The level 33 Swordsman was already going crazy. Without another word, he swung his sword and slashed over.

Trash talk was like this: mostly sarcasm, mockery, and even personal attacks. For a trash-talking master like Huang Shaotian, these things didn't require preparation or emotion. He could spew them out even at a rock.

He didn't genuinely harbor such vicious insults; it was just a habitual way of playing the game. However, in official matches, everything was displayed through text messages, while here in the game, it was genuine voice chat, making it even more impactful. Furthermore, ordinary players had never experienced such high-level trash-talking attacks. It wasn't just the high-level wording; the key was that it was non-stop.

In game terms, Huang Shaotian's trash talk wasn't an ultimate skill with burst damage, but a combo, a continuous stream like the Yangtze River. It made people desperately want to kill him, because they just wanted him to shut up.

Because the second part of the trash talk was specifically provocative, aimed only at this Swordsman, the other players who weren't being mocked immediately felt much better and didn't feel impulsive. Seeing the Swordsman already charging up, they quickly regained their composure.

"This brother will handle it! We'll continue chasing Lord Grim," someone shouted before running off. The others immediately followed, and no one really took the level 27 little Swordsman seriously.

The Swordsman didn't even respond, clearly only having eyes for the little Swordsman Flowing Tree at this moment. He raised his lightsaber and started with a Collapsing Mountain skill, a skill belonging to the Berserker class, to express his overwhelming desire to chop Flowing Tree into pieces.

Huang Shaotian talked so much that he seemed frivolous, but in reality, he was extremely calm and his judgment was extremely precise. He didn't need Flowing Tree to dodge this Collapsing Mountain skill at all, because the other party was clearly too impatient and had used the skill too early, so it wouldn't hit Flowing Tree at all.

This Swordsman was, after all, an elite expert. He had flown halfway through the Collapsing Mountain skill when he realized he had messed up. This move was a little short and wouldn't hit Flowing Tree. And Flowing Tree seemed to know this very well, standing there without moving at all?

Collapsing Mountain landed, and the shockwave sent the grass flying in all directions, brushing against Flowing Tree's shoes, but it didn't make him move a single inch. He knew very well that he wouldn't take any damage from this attack.

"Drawing Sword Slash!" Huang Shaotian shouted loudly, starting with Drawing Sword Slash.

If this wasn't a game, the Swordsman's head would have been split open like a watermelon. But because it was a game, a Drawing Sword Slash struck the Swordsman, who was in the process of recovering from Collapsing Mountain, and sent him flying.

"Upward Slash!" Huang Shaotian, like a Saint Seiya, shouted the name of the skill as he used it. He swung his sword, sending the flying Swordsman into the air.

"Triple Slash!" A skill usually used by Swordsmen as a quick way to move, but Huang Shaotian used it as a means of attack at this moment. Flowing Tree slid out in one step, the first sword already slashing at the Swordsman in mid-air; with the second step, Flowing Tree suddenly changed direction, sliding diagonally away, the second sword still hitting the Swordsman in mid-air; the third step and third sword were the same.

A Triple Slash that should have been a straight dash was made to change direction twice by Huang Shaotian's operation. Perhaps many people could do this. But to accurately hit a target floating above one's head with all three steps and three swords was not an ordinary feat.

"Upward Slash!" The cooldown for Upward Slash, the skill with the shortest cooldown after Triple Slash, was over, and Huang Shaotian shouted as he swung his sword again.

"Look at my sword! Look at my sword! Twin Stab! Silver Light Falling Blade! Upward Slash! Drawing Sword Slash! Triple Slash…" Huang Shaotian kept shouting the names of the skills, and "Look at my sword" was just a normal attack. From heaven to earth, from earth back to heaven. It wasn't that this elite Swordsman didn't want to resist, but under Huang Shaotian's continuous attacks, he couldn't find any way to fight back. He didn't know how to counterattack.

By the time he thought about how to resolve the situation, that attack was already a thing of the past. So he could only frantically smash the keyboard, trying to randomly pull out a skill to escape this continuous attack. But it was all useless. The attacks he randomly made seemed to be calculated by the other party, being interrupted and countered again and again…

Huang Shaotian's constant shouting attracted the attention of the players who were preparing to chase Lord Grim. Some people subconsciously turned their heads, and their eyes couldn't move away.

Too dazzling…

Perhaps they shouldn't think like this, but it really was. The way their companion was being ravaged… only the word "dazzling" could be used to describe it.

The sword in Flowing Tree's hand looked like just an ordinary blue-lettered lightsaber, but the light it shone at this moment was extraordinary. Each sword light flashed past like a startled goose, and before they could savor it, the next one immediately followed. The sword lights intertwined, accompanied by the blood constantly spraying from the elite Swordsman's body, making the scene both gorgeous and cruel.

More and more players stopped, more and more players turned back to watch, and more and more players were stunned.

They watched with their own eyes, completely forgetting to go up and help. They had only had the chance to witness such continuous attacks in videos in their memories. Real combat? Don't even mention real combat; even if they put a wooden dummy that was disconnected there, none of them had the confidence to complete such a smooth offense.

"This guy is so strong…"

Finally, someone couldn't help but blurt out.

As soon as these words were said, everyone realized that their companion was about to die under the opponent's sword.

"Everyone, attack together!" Someone shouted, and everyone moved.

Although they weren't very united, it was too much to bear that a player on their side was about to die right before their eyes, and they didn't lend a helping hand.

"Where's the Priest? Heal him first!" Someone called out in a hurry, but after a quick scan of their group of 14, there was no Priest.

"Da da da da da…"

The machine gun fired continuously. A Launcher in the team had already swung out a Gatling Gun, and the bullets flew in a straight line.

The sword light flashed.

Flowing Tree slashed out with Triple Slash. The Launcher thought he was going to move to dodge and quickly swung his gun to shoot in the direction that Triple Slash was about to slash, but who knew that Triple Slash had changed direction after slashing only once, and then twisted back completely to its original position after the second slash. The Launcher's Gatling Gun sweep had been tricked into shooting elsewhere, and the bullets were all gone.

"Triangular Triple Slash!" Someone among the players who witnessed this changing-direction Triple Slash called out the name of this technique.

Triangular Triple Slash. This operation wasn't too difficult, but the same operation might not have the same effect when performed by different players. Huang Shaotian's Swordsman operation was undoubtedly impeccable. That dazzling swordsmanship, coupled with this extremely appropriate Triangular Triple Slash, and that mouth that never stopped. Everyone deeply understood: the Swordsman in front of them was a great master, and level 27 was not enough reason for them to underestimate him. This style even resembled a certain god.

At this time, the Swordsman under Flowing Tree's sword finally couldn't hold on any longer. The others' rescue ultimately failed to arrive in time.

The Swordsman's body was slashed and sent flying by Flowing Tree's sword, but it was already a corpse.

"The fate of trash!" Huang Shaotian made a concluding remark for his continuous reporting of the skill names.