At the sa ti, on the ground plaza, battles broke out everywhere. Most were between players and indigenous people, while a small portion involved indigenous people or players dealing with statue monsters, as these creatures didn’t care about your identity and would relentlessly shoot purple light from their eyes.
The player from Xia Country, a short-haired, sunglasses-wearing, trench coat-clad gunman, was facing a second wave of trouble. The source of the trouble was sowhat familiar—a muscular young boy he’d encountered at a big trading town. This very young psychic clearly rembered him as a forr opponent and rushed over as soon as he saw him. Although he wasn’t as wild and unrestrained as Kuang Feng, he was definitely overconfident.
"Damn! This guy is my nesis!"
The gunman player turned around and ran, not daring to engage the young psychic in battle, because he rembered the opponent’s bullet-reflecting ability, a skill that seed tailor-made to frustrate gunn. Engaging him head-on might easily lead to suicide.
Unluckily, as soon as he had run about ten ters, a figure charged at him at an incredible speed. This person ran in an arc, determined not to get shot, preparing to ambush him.
"Kid, you think just because you’re fast I can’t hit you? Naïve!"
The gunman player smirked disdainfully. As a high-level gunman player, targeting fast-moving enemies was second nature. He didn’t need ti to aim or even stop, flicking his wrist to shoot a curving bullet towards the psychic’s head.
Bang!
The sound of a gunfire erupted, but before the Xia Country gunman player saw his enemy fall, he suddenly sensed a great danger. Without hesitation, he used his signature Bullet Ti skill, responding precisely in an almost instant mont.
Although nothing seed to happen around him, in the blurred reality of Bullet Ti, he discovered an invisible force preparing to explode violently behind his head. He quickly burst into speed to escape as the explosion occurred, using his senses to pinpoint the real assailant.
It was a young red-haired woman hiding behind a motionless statue monster, holding a gun aid in his direction.
"Strange... if she fired, I wouldn’t have failed to notice... just what’s happening here..."
Surrounded by three psychics, the gunman player was bewildered. If soone was shooting around him, unless their stealth ability was exceptional, he would certainly perceive it. That’s a passive skill of an advanced gunman player. But presently he was attacked, the attacker aiming a handgun at him, almost catching him off guard.
"Mist Walker!"
Feeling overwheld, he imdiately used a trump card skill. This skill instantly blurred his body into a unique state, greatly enhancing his mobility and making him immune to various damage types. However, he couldn’t attack others in this state, suitable only for ergency escapes.
The back-and-forth battles continued as an entirely different scene unfolded in another part of the plaza.
A slightly short woman with long hair had hair growing dense and long, wrapping her body entirely in her hair. The strands radiating outside appeared to take on a life of their own, agile and sharp, relentlessly pursuing and attacking three players.
The three players were a middle-aged man with a square face, an Asian female Assassin, and a white male. They weren’t only facing this one enemy. While it seed the psychic woman’s hair was their only attacker, the overall situation was far more complex.
For instance, several earth walls and spears popped up from the ground intermittently, blocking their movent. A red-haired female gunman in the distance had launched multiple attacks on them. Nearby, a group of statue monsters fired purple beams at them, supplenting the flexible and sharp hair strands attacking from all directions, making them feel like they were dancing on a tightrope.
"My gun wound hasn’t healed, slowing down, and my Invisibility Ability has been broken. It’s truly a dire situation... but luckily I still have a trump card."
Amid the complex situation, the lone Assassin player, the Asian-looking woman, felt utterly helpless.
She had recently been shot by a gunman. Although the injury was mostly treated, it still substantially affected her. The Assassin’s signature invisibility skill was utterly ineffective, as she, like everyone else, was persistently chased by multiple attacks, failing to remain hidden.
The battle continued, and about half a minute later, the first to find herself in danger was the black female player persistently targeted by Kuang Feng.
This chanical summoner player faced an incredibly unscientific scenario where no matter how fiercely her robots fired, Kuang Feng, the young psychic, clung to her tightly like a leech, refusing to die.
Even after being blown to charred black by explosives, he could leap up in the next mont like normal, savagely charging at her. After multiple attacks, he began to familiarize himself with the robot soldiers’ attack patterns, closing in on the black female player with each charge.
The female player certainly thought about thoroughly controlling this peculiar enemy, but each ti she barely managed to control him, Kuang Feng would erupt with strength, breaking free by tearing his own body apart, then regenerating it to charge again.
With this perpetual cycle, the female player grew impatient. Her robot soldiers weren’t capable of endless activities; they needed repairs after sustaining damage. Ammunition reserves were limited, and her own defensive skills had hit their usage limit. Continuing to fight risked being slowly worn down by this annoying enemy.
Other players in the plaza noticed this scene, but no one ca to her aid. Not knowing this black female player was one reason; being entangled by psychics was another.
"A person with immortality... I wonder, is he truly incapable of dying completely..."
Wang Zhifan, situated at the top of the black tower, watched this battle for a while and developed this thought, deciding to target Kuang Feng.
The concept of immortality always attracted him. However, it needed to be genuine indestructibility to truly earn his admiration. Inferior immortality, which couldn’t withstand significant impact, was useless.
He quickly retrieved the Demon’s Skin Scroll from his personal space, preparing for its first practical use.
As he activated this item’s power, similar to what he had seen before, the scroll swiftly flew above his head, casting a dark red glow, then transforming and moving to the battle-ridden plaza.
The immortal psychic youth Kuang Feng was just preparing for his hundredth reckless charge.
He had already taken down over half of the summoned robot soldiers and only needed to persist a little longer; with so luck, the target enemy would fall to his dagger assault, unlike him, who could courageously rise from any harm.
But right then, a dazzling blade appeared in the air, slashing at his neck at an unavoidable speed!
It was Wang Zhifan using the power of the Demon’s Skin Scroll, in its highest projection mode, consuming the most for the best effect.
"Let see if you can withstand my blade’s intent attack."
Wang Zhifan intentionally infused his cultivated blade intent into this attack. His blade intent had the power to prevent relatively weaker targets from healing and resurrecting. He was curious whether it would effectively restrain an immortal psychic.
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