Chapter 3: The Expert Who Was Instantly Defeated

The cheers I heard made my blood boil. Fortunately, it was in the team channel, so others couldn't hear it

I clasp my fists together, fully convinced: "Because we recognize that there is indeed a gap between you and us. Just based on the immense confidence you display, combined with your status as the top in both level and equipment, I know that we are not your opponents. So why should we humiliate ourselves further?"

"Regardless of the game, it is always people who play. To play a game to the point of death is a lower path; to have the player die in the game is the true high realm." I smiled faintly. I am not sure if it was the side effect of pretending to be so impressive with that guy earlier, but as this pretty boy praised and admired me, I couldn't help but want to exude an air of expertise.

The thunderstorm's charm is akin to the reactions of masters in a fantasy novel, filled with confidence and exuding an air of arrogance as they laugh heartily: "Thank you, thank you, but I am a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune, much like the clouds in the sky that dislike constraints; only the fragrant flowers can make me linger... Hmm?"

Although it is somewhat puzzling how such a fool could become the top of the Southwest ranking list, now is not the time to explore this question. The thirty white gold coins from the pretty boy are waiting for us to collect at the mercenary guild. There is also a simple and practical strategy to deal with such pretentious individuals.

We are in a state of embarrassment, and the young man who was originally looking forward to the life-and-death showdown has gone mad, screaming on the side: "What the hell, are you guys just out here messing around? So many people and not a single one is afraid? I'm about to go post on the forum saying you are all a bunch of cowards, taking on my task and then retreating in fear..." I'm about to go post on the forum saying you are all a bunch of cowards, taking on my task and then retreating in fear...

Old Wei, you might as well change your name to the Cheap Warrior from now on

A master in the game cannot be as hidden and effortless as those in fantasy novels. At critical moments, their true character emerges, allowing them to break through the channels of energy and dominate the battlefield. With the game rules in place, even the highest-level experts can only utilize the rules to their fullest extent. However, this individual not only fails to utilize the rules but seems to regard them as nonexistent. Setting aside his foolish display of flaunting his equipment as if it were a mere exhibition, his reaction when facing us—clearly ill-intentioned individuals—demonstrates a disregard for the rules, or rather, a lack of common sense in combat within the game.

Even if one has witnessed it, even if the charming rogue possesses an exceptionally high agility of over 20 points, evading the attacks of two professional assassins at such a short distance with a dagger pressed against the neck is no small feat. Let alone 20 points of agility, even 40 points would likely prove insufficient.

I quickly gave a couple of instructions in the team channel, then stepped forward and clasped my fists politely, saying: "This brother, please. I am the captain of the first squad of the Eagle Team, the Saint of the Green Fruit Mountain. May I ask if you are the one known as the number one expert in the game, Thunderstorm?"

The storm of thunder and lightning turned around in confusion, only to see two assassins emerging from the shadows, their daggers aimed at his neck.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," said Thunderstorm, clasping his fists and shaking his head with a smug expression. Although he claimed to be modest, his demeanor clearly indicated that he was indeed bold and unyielding.

At this moment, the delicate-faced elf poet finally grasped my exceptional tactical arrangements and intricate killing strategies, transforming his initial expression of astonishment and wonder into excitement and admiration. Ultimately, he exclaimed in a voice that startled me: "So that's how it is! This is truly impressive. Today, I have truly witnessed what it means to be a master of the game. I used to think that no matter how advanced online games became, it was merely about fighting and using knives to kill others. I never realized there were such remarkable techniques."

The unicorn beside let out a mournful cry, transforming into white light and vanishing back to the star realm. The girl sitting on it, Sisi, let out a scream and fell to the ground, landing in a disheveled state.

The difference between arrogance and confidence lies in the fact that confidence is a judgment made based on clear and objective criteria, while arrogance disregards everything and relies solely on feelings, indulging in self-delusion. I am certain that this flamboyant individual is of the latter kind

"I dare not, I dare not." I suppressed the goosebumps that were about to surface, feeling humble. Accompanying this guy in his flattery is truly not a task for humans; I felt like I was about to become a fool alongside him. However, his reaction was just as I expected; generally, those who show off, as soon as someone else cooperates, immediately fall into a delusion, believing they are truly the reincarnation of Jesus or a divine being descended to the mortal realm.

"Wasting my breath to act tough with you." I spat on the corpse of this extraordinary master. Unfortunately, no equipment dropped, which is to be expected; this guy must have long since donated his top-tier gear to the temple for protection. Moreover, seeing that he didn't even drop a single potion, it seems this fellow not only lacks PK value but also has quite good character in the system's perspective.

I was both surprised and delighted. The surprise came from the fact that this fool was actually able to detect these two assassins. The advanced assassins were undoubtedly experts in stealth, and he was able to perceive them without any additional detection spells. This perception... it must be at least twenty-two, perhaps even thirty... Even the perception that spellblades usually do not require is this high; such attributes are truly...

That is certainly the case; the nickname of the pervert on National Route 108 is not without reason

I ignored the clamor of the pretty boy and continued politely, saying: "I wonder if we have the honor of inviting such a master like you to join us. Naturally, given your status, the position of leader is inevitable..."

Indeed, amidst the splatter of fresh blood, two large crimson numbers, -437 and -301, rose like fireworks above the head of the spell swordsman. Then, this top player in the game collapsed like a felled tree, dramatically announcing his instant defeat.

To be honest with you, we were indeed hired with the intention of ambushing you this time. However, I have now decided to give up, to concede defeat, and I no longer dare to fight.

After a moment of astonishment, Thunderstorm burst into hearty laughter, placing his hand behind his back in a gesture of looking up to the sky. "It seems that the Eagle Group's ability to become one of the three major mercenary groups in this region is not without reason. After all, this kind of insight and the humility to acknowledge one's own shortcomings are not qualities everyone possesses." This top-ranked individual on the leaderboard looked at me with an encouraging gaze, saying with a hearty laugh, "I am certain that you will achieve great success in the future." After all, this kind of insight and the humility to acknowledge one's own shortcomings are not qualities everyone possesses. This top-ranked individual on the leaderboard looked at me with an encouraging gaze, saying with a hearty laugh, "I am certain that you will achieve great success in the future."

Even if he did not notice the hidden thief and wizard, the few people in front could not possibly turn a blind eye. It is unexpected that the Frost Great Axe in your hand, although not in exhibition mode, should at least require 20 points of strength to wield effectively, judging by its size. Next to me stands an orc dressed in simple clothing, wielding a two-handed sword, who is clearly the advanced Sword Saint known as the Human Cutting Machine. Anyone with a bit of gaming knowledge can see that our group of fierce-looking enforcers is definitely of professional caliber. However, until now, as tensions are about to erupt and a fight is imminent, this so-called top expert does not cast any combat magic on himself nor shows any signs of preparation, but instead is lost in self-indulgence, striking poses incessantly.

Thunderstorm's demeanor was one of surprise: "Oh? Why?" This fellow had just given himself a stone skin, further confirming my assessment of him. To wait until the battle was nearly underway before slowly casting spells on oneself is not merely a sign of incompetence; it is a clear indication of being a novice.

To so easily eliminate the top expert, I cannot help but feel a sense of amazement. After two assassins delivered fatal strikes that instantly killed him, I was left with a surreal feeling, as if I had just won 5 million in the lottery. This is because, throughout history, all our successes and victories in battle have been achieved through meticulous planning and genuine combat, with every punch and kick delivered in earnest. Yet now, with such tense preparation, the outcome feels almost too easy, as if we ambushed the top expert from behind with a surprise attack. It indeed seems excessively simple.

No matter how good his equipment is or how high his physical attributes are, he is still a spell swordsman. Moreover, at his current level, it is absolutely impossible for a warrior's life, even when calculated with the book, to exceed 700.

Although this plan has gone so smoothly that it even surprised me, and the means employed are indeed despicable and shameless, it must be acknowledged by anyone that, while the approach to dealing with the top-ranked expert is somewhat underhanded, it is indeed the most effective. His foolish, protagonist-like personality has long been notorious, and after experiencing it firsthand, the self-righteousness, arrogance, and narcissism of the charming swordsman immediately fell into my calculations. It is only reasonable that, despite his high perception and agility attributes, he would fall victim to my scheme.

Although this wretched person is already quite despicable, they ultimately cannot compare to our Saint Seiya of Qingguo Mountain

This fellow has indeed passed away, and the magical pet automatically returns to the astral realm, which is the system's determination of death. 30,000 taels have been changed to the surname Wei

However, this surprise is merely a prelude, a setup; the main point is still one of joy. This fellow clearly heard the sounds behind him and was already aware that it was an ambush. Instead of dodging immediately, he turned around to take a look, which indeed reflects a lack of skill.

A cacophony of diverse cheers erupted in the team channel: "Old Wei is indeed cunning; this way, he has dealt with this trash.

It is important to understand that this is not a scene from a fantasy story featuring idol heroes, nor is it about an invincible protagonist facing a group of temporary actors or henchmen. Even with a full set of heavenly equipment, it would be impossible for a spell-sword master to confront a group like us, who are capable of taking on a BOSS, without resorting to magic.

Do you not think that the term "traitor" should carry a more menacing connotation? It also fits well with the nickname of the "pervert on National Highway 108"