Gradually, almost all players began to converge at one point, leaving only the mbers of the Storm City Guild still stuck on their way back to the toxic circle.
From a bird’s-eye view, the players in the south and north ford two huge fan shapes respectively, with them being the ’arc length’, and Qing Chen as the center of this fan.
Yet, the players were completely unaware of this; they lacked the ability to see the bigger picture.
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Everything that had just happened was also relayed by the players to those outside the instance.
At this mont, Black Spider held a tablet, silently watching the first-person recording from a player, witnessing firsthand how Qing Chen evaded the rain of arrows.
She felt a sense of familiarity with this scene...
Black Spider recalled the feeling when the Kingslander crashed, and she fought against its drone swarm, facing soone who was a cold calculator, rendering all her preparations futile.
The AI at the core of the Storm Fortress had said that the person responsible for controlling the Kingslander during the battle wasn’t an artificial intelligence, just soone with formidable calculation abilities. Could the person who controlled the Kingslander at that ti have been Qing Chen? But how did they escape after the Kingslander crashed?
Now was not the ti to dwell on this. Black Spider, sensing sothing amiss, looked over at the President of Phoenix: "Who else is not pursuing Qing Chen? How many ambush squads have you set up in total?"
The President of Phoenix smiled and said, "He ran into every ambush I set up; not a single one was redundant. Currently, your Storm City Guild is to the north, and the others we arranged are to the south; we’ve basically surrounded him."
The President of Phoenix was smiling, but Black Spider felt sothing was off: "How did he run into all the ambushes? He’s running around like a headless chicken yet managed to drag out all your ambushes accurately?"
The President of Phoenix replied, "This shows that my troop arrangent was unique."
Black Spider shook her head, opening up the holographic sand table she had just completed, analyzing seriously: "Look, he could have avoided your A15 ambush area, but he turned and dashed right in, and it was the sa with A29. I don’t think your arrangent was unique. I think he figured out all the ambush points during those few silent hours and then precisely went to pull them all behind him!"
The President of Phoenix, though not a fool, was not pleased to be contradicted, but he acknowledged what Black Spider said — Qing Chen’s two escape routes indeed seed forced, as if they were deliberately approached!
"But why would he do that?" the President of Phoenix asked in confusion. "I’ve hidden over 400 firearms for players here and posted misleading information on forums. At this ti, when he’s surrounded, with over 800 firearms aiming at him, he’s bound to die, pounded into a sieve!"
Black Spider suddenly raised her voice: "No, let everyone disperse, do not fire, do not..."
Too late.
At this mont, in the Multidinsional World No. 8, Qing Chen was completely surrounded by players, who were eager to raise their firearms to fire. The rattling sound was akin to fireworks on New Year’s Eve of the last century, continuous and imposing.
Everyone anticipated seeing Qing Chen pounded to dust. They hated him too much, having so many players chase after this one person, only to be counter-killed so many tis.
The players ford a circle 300 ters away from Qing Chen, as if truly hitting a boss, watching the boss’s last sliver of health bar and shouting uncontrollably, "It’s about to be killed! It’s about to be killed!"
Only the Underworld King found it regrettable that this ti, he wasn’t the protagonist, and the trump card he carefully prepared had no effect.
Moreover, regarding the matter of killing the White Light Person, it seed he no longer needed to exert any effort.
He was like an observer, just there to make up the numbers...
This S-Class Battle Master had never felt this way before.
He was unexpectedly marginalized!
But it didn’t matter, as long as the White Light Person could be killed.
However, the cruelest thing in the world was, after giving you hope, to destroy that beautiful hope.
Established!
Qing Chen stood amidst the barrage, channeling the thunderous energy within him, forming a massive electromagnetic field.
The Superconductor World was real, at least its operating chanism was real, so the students from the Ti Traveler’s Academy could co to learn Thunder Mage Skills.
Conversely, the abilities Qing Chen mastered could also be used here!
This was an unprecedented skill in the Superconductor World, a skill difficult for an ordinary human to master, yet Qing Chen used it on the battlefield.
The overwhelming bullets around him converged, with the concentrated bombardnt of over 800 firearms, the bullets looked like tiny sesa seeds on strawberries, embedded on an invisible transparent wall.
Embedded more and more!
The players realized, so continuing to pull the trigger out of habit, while saying uncertainly, "What’s going on? Thunder Mage doesn’t have this profession skill, it wasn’t ntioned before, and he hasn’t used it."
"Could it be an S-Class skill?"
"But he hasn’t been promoted to S-Class!"
"Strange, so many guns firing at him, yet nothing happens, this is terrifying."
At this mont, the players only felt that Qing Chen suddenly had defensive asures, not knowing how to kill this boss instantly.
Only the Underworld King felt sothing was off. He ordered the Army of Skeletons to take a couple of steps back, intending to ponder it further.
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