The bald, burly man's facial muscles twitched.
His bell-like eyes were filled with shock.
Having been entrenched here for so long, it was the first ti he had heard such an arrogant response.
He furrowed his brows, and the battle-axe on his shoulder thumped heavily on the ground, making a dull sound.
"Kid, you're pretty wild."
"State your na, which guild are you from?"
As he spoke, he subtly winked at a skinny rogue beside him.
The rogue understood, and an almost imperceptible energy fluctuation shot from his fingertips, silently landing on Yasuo and Gandalf.
"Detection Skill!"
The rogue's expression changed slightly, and he quickly leaned into the bald man's ear, whispering rapidly.
"Boss, the one in the trench coat, a Rank 15 Swordsman."
"The one in the white robe... only Rank 5."
The bald, burly man's expression instantly froze.
The shock on his Face quickly transford into an incredible sense of absurdity, finally turning into furious indignation at being played for a fool.
A Rank 15, bringing a Rank 5 burden?
Just these two people, dared to challenge him?
Who gave them the guts?
He looked at Yasuo again, as if trying to discern sothing from the Face mostly hidden by the hood and mask.
"Kid, I'll ask one more ti, which guild are you from?"
Zhou Huai, controlling Yasuo, spoke with an unchanging calm tone.
"No guild."
These four words, like a spark, completely ignited the bald, burly man's rage.
He laughed in extre anger, his voice suddenly rising, full of sharp mockery.
"Hahahaha! No guild?"
"Two lone trash who can't even get into a guild, dare to put on airs in front of ?"
"Are your damn brains eaten by mutated beasts?!"
The battle-axe in his hand pointed sharply at Yasuo's nose, spitting everywhere.
"Now! Imdiately! Right now! Kneel and kowtow three tis, then crawl under my crotch!"
"Otherwise, neither of you will leave here standing today!"
The dozen or so Sword of Azure Sky mbers behind him also sneered, gripping their weapons, surrounding the two, and the atmosphere instantly beca tense.
The lone players in the distance unconsciously retreated a few steps, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
Everyone looked at the two ignorant fellows with eyes that saw dead n.
Facing this almost solidified killing intent, Yasuo slowly raised his head.
Under the shadow of the hood, his eyes were as still as stagnant water.
"I think, quite the opposite."
His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
"While I'm still in a good mood, I advise you to scram quickly."
The air was dead silent.
The smile on the bald, burly man's Face completely vanished, replaced by a ferocious, livid expression.
"You... are... courting... death!"
He squeezed these three words through gritted teeth, his arm veins bulging, and he fiercely swung his battle-axe.
"Charge!"
"Chop these two ignorant bastards into at paste!"
"Kill!"
The dozen or so Sword of Azure Sky mbers roared in unison, the light of various skills instantly flared, and the clash of blades and swords, accompanied by howling magic, surged towards the two like a tidal wave!
However, the mont they moved.
Yasuo also moved.
"Buzz—!"
Streaks of deep purple lightning arcs suddenly erupted from his body, instantly intertwining to form a majestic Thunder Armor!
He, himself, was like a thunder god descended to the world!
"Too slow."
A cold voice sounded.
Yasuo's figure transford into a blurry electric light, Lightning Rush activated!
He did not retreat; instead, he actively charged into the deadly net of blades, swords, and magic!
"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!"
Several attacks landed in empty space, rely shattering an afterimage.
A warrior at the very front only felt a flash of lightning before his eyes, and a sharp sword light had already slashed across his throat.
-1258!
-1558!
Terrifying four-digit damage numbers floated above his head.
His body froze in place, his eyes still filled with bewildernt, and the next second, his head flew into the sky.
One-shot kill!
Yasuo's figure did not pause in the slightest, moving through the crowd like a ghost.
Every swing of the wild one's longsword in his hand brought with it a deadly lightning flash, precisely and efficiently harvesting lives.
The Sword of Azure Sky mbers were generally around Rank 20 and well-equipped.
But in front of Yasuo, they were as fragile as paper.
Their attacks simply could not lock onto Yasuo's incredibly fast figure.
This was a... one-sided slaughter!
And Gandalf, from beginning to end, simply stood still.
His hands were clasped within his wide sleeves, his Face under the hood was unreadable, as if the bloody slaughter before him was rely a farce unrelated to him.
There was no other way; as a Forbidden Spell Mage.
Once he made a move, there would probably be no living person left here.
In the chaotic battle, his subordinates fell one after another.
The bald, burly man lost half his health with just one sword strike.
Fear, like an icy tide, instantly drowned all his anger and reason.
Monster!
This was not a Rank 15 Swordsman at all!
This was a complete and utter monster!
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"
He let out a desperate shriek, no longer caring about his Face, and turned to flee.
He was very fast, not caring about his other subordinates at all.
He ran out seventy or eighty ters in one breath.
He looked back from ti to ti.
He found that the killing god had not pursued him.
Only then did he secretly sigh in relief.
However, the next second, the bald man suddenly felt a chill in his chest.
He looked down with a bewildered expression.
He saw a lightning-flashing sword tip already piercing through his chest.
How was this possible?
He clearly didn't catch up, did he?
Yasuo slowly pulled out his longsword and kicked him to the ground.
The bald, burly man lay in a pool of blood, his life force rapidly draining, and he looked at the figure like a demon god, his eyes filled with endless regret and fear.
"You... what exactly..."
Before he could finish his sentence, his head lolled to the side, and he completely lost his breath.
Zhou Huai stood with his sword sheathed.
The entire process was smooth and flowing, taking no more than thirty seconds.
When the last Sword of Azure Sky mber fell, the battlefield returned to silence.
Only the rich scent of blood perated the air like crazy.
The lone professionals in the distance were all dumbfounded, as if petrified.
This was too outrageous.
He actually slaughtered an entire small team by himself.
Especially the final scene where he killed the bald, burly man was extrely shocking.
He appeared behind the opponent almost as if teleporting.
Extrely bizarre.
The skinny young man who had earlier wanted to team up with Yasuo now felt his legs go weak, and he plopped down on the ground, his Face ashen.
He... he had just... actually wanted to team up with such a killing god?
After a brief, deathly silence, a panicked commotion erupted in the crowd.
"Quick... run!"
"Sothing big is going to happen here! Let's go!"
Everyone woke up as if from a dream; who had the mind to clear any dungeons now? They scattered like birds and beasts, running for their lives in the direction away from this place without looking back.
It wouldn't be long before the Sword of Azure Sky's people ca to support them.
If they didn't leave now, they could easily be caught in the crossfire.
Zhou Huai paid no attention to the fleeing lone players.
Controlling Yasuo, he calmly walked to the glowing teleportation stone at the dungeon entrance.
On the stone tablet, four options quietly floated.
"Please select the dungeon difficulty:"
"Normal"
"Hard"
"Nightmare"
"Calamity"
He extended his finger, without the slightest hesitation, and directly tapped on the last option, which was also the deepest, blood-red color.
"Calamity!"
A blood-colored vortex appeared on the stone tablet, emitting a terrifying aura that made one's heart palpitate.
Imdiately, the two, one after the other, stepped into the distorted light door, and their figures instantly vanished.
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