Chapter 2, Appearing Not to Be an Expert

We have agreed on tactics here, while the melodrama over there has not ceased. The pretty boy eloquently laments in poetic fashion, continuously reciting lines from idol dramas, such as "I am so sad, I love you so much, I cannot live without you, the Earth would not turn without you," which aligns well with his bard-like profession. Unfortunately, his ex-girlfriend remains completely unmoved, displaying a face full of impatience. It is no wonder she is impatient; the pretty boy, acting as if he cannot survive without her, clings on shamelessly without an ounce of masculinity, even I find myself somewhat impatient. This aligns well with his bard-like profession, yet his ex-girlfriend remains completely unmoved, displaying a face full of impatience. It is no wonder she is impatient; the pretty boy, acting as if he cannot survive without her, clings on shamelessly without an ounce of masculinity, even I find myself somewhat impatient. Meanwhile, the tempestuous one passionately expounds on love, philosophy, and the meaning of life, continuously proving from emotional, philosophical, and value perspectives that this woman's infidelity is justified, rightful, and in accordance with destiny, adhering to the four major disciplines and eight points of attention... The two brothers engage in a lively debate, but while the pretty boy is hysterically moaning and lamenting, he remains at ease, discussing grandly in the posture of a victor. The woman named Sisi, a pastor, quietly observes the two male animals arguing over her, which is said to be the greatest enjoyment for a woman.

How could I forget, how could I ever forget you, I have always remembered... How could you..." The expression of the elfin poet was one of weariness, having seen this same heartbroken look on television and in movies countless times, with lines that were almost identical, which only served to irritate me further.

Is this guy's head filled with nothing but essence instead of brains? How can he still be considered the top expert?

This fool, riddled with flaws and vulnerabilities, regardless of how good their equipment is or how high their level, is no easier to kill than a level 10 goblin.

A sudden, heart-wrenching cry echoed beside me, startling me as I was contemplating the battle plan. Turning my head, I saw the pale-faced elfin poet, clutching his heart with his left hand and pointing dramatically at the unicorn with his right, his face contorted in a mix of sorrow and anguish. At first glance, I thought he was having a seizure, but following the delicate direction of his slender finger and gaze, I discovered a beautiful woman in white sitting behind the tempestuous figure. It seemed that this pale-faced man had lost his wife to someone else.

This arrangement is undoubtedly the most efficient. Concentrating firepower to eliminate enemy forces is the iron rule of group combat. The dwarf warrior possesses high health and defense; his innate magical resistance, combined with his equipment, ensures that even the most powerful spells from specialized mages cannot defeat him instantly. The key point is that his attack power is indeed the strongest among us, and one cannot underestimate the depth of the charming rogue. With our large group focusing on attacks, even if the unicorn's health is several times higher than that of the players, it will still be defeated in an instant. The dwarf warrior possesses high health and defense; his innate magical resistance, combined with his equipment, ensures that even the most powerful spells from specialized mages cannot defeat him instantly. The key point is that his attack power is indeed the strongest among us, and one cannot underestimate the depth of the charming rogue. With our large group focusing on attacks, even if the unicorn's health is several times higher than that of the players, it will still be defeated in an instant

It is no wonder that thieves can spot him from several miles away, and it is no surprise that he looks so tense. As dusk falls and the forest grows dark, this fellow has neither a torch nor any illumination spells. Instead, he has displayed all his equipment in an exhibition state, enveloping himself in a swirling array of colorful light, resembling a human neon sign. The attributes of each piece of equipment flicker in and out of visibility within the glow, making me feel a shiver run down my spine. Just a glance confirms that this guy possesses at least six or seven heavenly artifacts, and it is quite possible that he is adorned with one or two of the legendary sacred artifacts, of which there are only about ten in the current game.

The young lady in front of me indeed appears to be a beauty, with a petite and delicate angelic face adorned in a priest's outfit, embodying both cuteness and beauty. It is likely that she is the type who has enhanced her appearance after scanning it, presenting a pure and demure facade, which is a classic example of a woman straying from her partner. No wonder she is so easily caught in a love triangle. Meanwhile, I am solely focused on the national affairs of killing and looting, with my mind occupied by issues of equipment, combat capability assessment, and tactical arrangements, leaving me no time to pay attention to this young lady.

This provocative item truly embodies a tempestuous charm

"Weren't you just so fierce? Didn't you resent being a mere cog in the machine? Now the organization is giving you a chance to perform like Huang Jiguang, allowing you to showcase the fearless spirit of a party member." I rolled my eyes at him. Then I switched to the team channel and said: "The tactics remain the same but will be slightly delayed. The second-in-command will go help us hold them off for a bit. Everyone else, focus on taking down that magical pet unicorn first."

The team channel is filled with a cacophony of vomiting and denunciation; this thunderstorm-like SB's degree of repulsiveness is indeed well-deserved. The words he utters have long been worn out in novels and on television, yet he still pretends to broadcast them publicly with grandiosity, which is utterly nauseating. However, this kind of sickening and cheesy content has always been a favorite among young girls; indeed, the little pretty boy's ex-wife, a girl named Si Si, seems to be thoroughly enjoying it.

I have begun to doubt the necessity of meticulously detailing such a combat plan. If it were not for the dazzling array of high-end equipment and the unmistakable presence of that unicorn, we would certainly believe that we had identified the wrong person

The stormy figure leaped gracefully from the unicorn, landing with steady feet, unwavering body, and a poised stance reminiscent of a cinematic master. With a smile directed at the tearful young man, he seemed to exude elegance as he said, "A true man should first possess the ability to both take up and let go; this is the demeanor a man ought to have. Moreover, if you truly love Si Si, you should grant her freedom, allowing her the right to choose her own happiness."

"Wait a moment, you go first and test that guy's depth and shallowness." I whispered, not expecting it to be you.

"Do not be so arrogant; today I will make you pay for it." Solving problems is never accomplished through mere words. The elven bard finally let out a furious shout, exuding a hint of masculine vigor, but unfortunately, it was not he who took action.

The former Mrs. Bai Lian merely cast a faint glance at her heartbroken ex-husband, shook her head, and coldly said: "Xiao Mao, why can't you let go? It's already over between us; you should forget me."

This extremely arrogant attitude and language did not provoke the slightest bit of our anger, yet the team channel was filled with voices of confusion

The advanced profession of the Curse Swordmaster is a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, featuring a wide array of skills. Although it is inherently impossible for this profession to master any skill to the grandmaster level, players with even a basic understanding of the game will not attempt to learn every skill comprehensively. Being knowledgeable in everything leads to mediocrity; one master is more valuable than three experts or ten apprentices. This foolish individual at level 49 cannot possibly have trained both magic and close combat to the limits of this profession, so he must have a focus—either excelling in close combat with magic as a supplement, or specializing in spellcasting. Unfortunately, the players eliminated by this scoundrel are too weak, and their ability to express themselves is equally lacking. Their posts consist solely of mindless insults and grievances, failing to describe this individual's combat capabilities.

Speaking of which, the appearance of this thunderstorm figure has been meticulously crafted. At first glance, it is evident that this is a VIP character image specially customized for someone who has paid a premium. Tall and handsome, yet exuding a masculine charm, he has shoulder-length golden hair, with a stylish fringe falling over his forehead. It is no wonder he can attract these flashy women. ... Unfortunately, he now appears to be adorned with a full set of neon lights, with characters like 'Cloudskin Armor', 'Guardian of the Holy Light Angel', 'Earth Symbol', ... and so on swirling around him, resembling one of those advertising mannequins walking down the street. Unfortunately, he now appears to be adorned with a full set of neon lights, with characters like 'Cloudskin Armor', 'Guardian of the Holy Light Angel', 'Earth Symbol', ... and so on swirling around him, resembling one of those advertising mannequins walking down the street.

Does this fool have a problem with their brain

What makes my scalp tighten is not this set of equipment, but rather the creature this guy is riding, which is not a horse, but a unicorn. The team channel erupted in commotion. He is not a knight; there seems to be no other possibility. This can only mean that the unicorn is this guy's magical pet, and unicorns are classified by the system as high-level monsters around level 60. We have previously ventured to the edge of the Elven Forest to hunt a few, and we have a deep impression of this guy's combat power. Setting aside how this guy managed to obtain such a high-level magical pet, once the battle begins, this horned white horse will undoubtedly take away a portion of our combat power.

However, this is to be expected. The dazzling array of equipment is densely covered with overlapping notations such as +3, +2, +4, and other descriptions, making it difficult to discern the total, but it is likely not less than a dozen or twenty points. However, it is not easy to determine the focus of his skills, nor can one accurately assess his combat power or fighting style.

This is neither contempt nor insult, but rather a genuine and sincere confusion regarding the literature. The performance of the thunderstorm style thus far has been filled with a strong sense of flamboyance and pretentiousness, yet lacks any hint of true mastery

All of this serious skepticism contrasts amusingly with the imposing demeanor of the foremost expert before me, who stands tall in white attire, laughing heartily.

I nodded slightly in acknowledgment. This kid truly lives up to his title as vice-captain; his observational skills are commendable, and he remains vigilant at all times. Just now, the way Thunderstorm gracefully dismounted was both smooth and steady. Although he struck a pose, someone as experienced as I could easily discern the underlying clues. Based on that movement, his agility attribute must be no less than 20 points. If a thief were to perform such a maneuver, it would be expected, but for a spell swordsman to have such high agility is either due to poorly allocated attribute points or an overall attribute level that has reached a somewhat terrifying degree. As the top player in the game, there is no need to discuss which possibility it is.

"This foolish person is indeed foolish, and disgusting is truly disgusting, but their attributes are not to be underestimated." I never expected you to say this to me in a low voice

Hahaha... Lei Baofeng threw his head back in laughter, his entire being radiating colorful light, exuding an air of confidence and grandeur. "I had long anticipated that you would resort to such despicable and vile tactics. You even went so far as to hire a group of thugs. Well, today I will let you witness what true disparity looks like. Sisi, pay close attention; a true lion will never fear a hundred wild dogs gathered together. This is what it means to be a real man." Sisi, pay close attention; a true lion will never fear a hundred wild dogs gathered together. This is what it means to be a real man.

The dwarf warrior widened his eyes and rolled them: "I will XXOO your OOXX..."

However, what is somewhat strange is that I seem to have a peculiar sense of familiarity with this fool's pretentiousness. It feels akin to suddenly catching a whiff of a pair of forgotten, stinky socks left in the corner under the bed