Chapter 8, the so-called showdown of experts
Hmph. The storm of thunder and lightning drew the unicorn into the astral realm, her fingers brushed across her forehead, causing her bangs to flutter upwards. Then, with a calm smile, she said: "Do you know? Just like this, I can be certain that you have already lost"
Ah?
The sorceress sister scoffed and made a face, saying: "It's your companion who is too weak; otherwise, how could I have stolen his monster? He just touched it and claimed it was his, without even considering whether he could handle it. Even the residual impact of my fireball was enough to take him out. I never expected such a weakling to still carry a PK value on him. I picked up his staff just to prevent good equipment from being wasted."
"Based on your statement 'the duel between men,' I shall engage in a fair contest with you. Feel free to use any techniques you have; do not later claim that you were unsatisfied with the outcome of your defeat," said Thunderstorm, drawing the renowned celestial sword that had made it onto the rankings, with a solemn and just expression.
That guy has disconnected. The observing orc sword saint suddenly had a moment of enlightenment and roared out the truth of the matter
What is going on
Beneath the night filled with bright lights, wine, and lively music, I lack the patience to wait even twenty-five minutes for a beautiful woman to take to bed, yet now I find myself standing under this blazing sun, waiting for a foolish and lewd man. I believe anyone can understand and feel the intensity of my anger and the depth of my murderous intent.
I turned my head and saw a female player dressed as a magician running towards me, panting heavily, while a few burly men wielding large swords were chasing after her. I couldn't help but exclaim how quickly she arrived; as soon as the message was sent, she was here in an instant, quite efficient. It seemed that this group of men had been lying in wait nearby.
The dwarf warrior hurriedly defended himself, explaining: "No, the beautiful women in this online game are already rampant. There are many dinosaurs designed to look like beautiful women, and those who have created their own versions of beautiful women are everywhere, which has become tiresome. Recent popular posts also state that the ratio of fake dinosaurs to real beautiful women has surpassed that of real dinosaurs to fake beautiful women. Therefore, I am looking for someone who may not appear very beautiful but is actually quite attractive, which is to say, the virtual is real and the real is virtual..." Recent popular posts also state that the ratio of fake dinosaurs to real beautiful women has surpassed that of real dinosaurs to fake beautiful women. Therefore, I am looking for someone who may not appear very beautiful but is actually quite attractive, which is to say, the virtual is real and the real is virtual..."
"Go to hell." The humanoid neon light had the upper hand, confidently preparing to deliver the final blow. The heavenly sword, crackling with deadly electricity, lunged directly at me. However, at that moment when victory and defeat seemed to be determined and life and death were at stake, everyone watched as the long sword, glowing with a faint blue electric light, pierced above my head but suddenly halted. Then, this top expert retracted the sword and stood there, dumbfounded and motionless.
After the formation was set, the heavenly sword, crackling with electricity, lunged directly at me. I hurriedly tried to parry and dodge, but the level and skills of the character were indeed not on the same level as this monster. If I hadn't been prepared and consumed the anti-electricity potion beforehand, I would have likely been defeated in just a couple of hits. The orc sword saints stood there, unsure whether to come forward to help or continue pretending to be bystanders. They certainly hadn't brought their real combat gear with them, and with their novice-looking equipment, coming to assist would only lead to a futile death and loss of levels.
"Well played!" The onlookers couldn't help but exclaim upon witnessing this scene
Hahaha, go to hell. As I laughed heartily, I rose from the ground with a strong condemnation of your unexpectedly low efficiency. Just now, in order to dodge, I had to resort to even the lazy donkey roll technique. Rising from the ground, I swung the meteor hammer fiercely towards the head of the stormy figure.
The sorceress sister ran closer while shouting, and as I focused my gaze, I couldn't help but fully affirm the efficiency of that little rascal. This sister is indeed a standard beauty, with an oval face, large eyes, a prominent nose, and flowing long hair. Even if she doesn't possess that self-scanning appearance, the craftsmanship is seamless, showing no flaws whatsoever, passing the test. Moreover, the sorcerer's robe perfectly accentuates the slender figure of the elven race, especially the flustered expression on her face combined with her tone and body language, which is truly seamless and evokes sympathy. The players chasing behind her also displayed fierce expressions, vividly recreating countless classic scenes from movies, television, and novels.
The top-ranked expert did not dodge or evade, standing there resolutely and taking the blow with the back of his head. With a muffled sound of "thud," a large "188" floated above his head.
What is going on
"Miss, please have some self-respect. I don't seem to know you." Thunderstorm elegantly pushed away the female player in his arms, embodying the ideal of a socialist youth with four virtues.
What? This statement indeed caught me off guard.
How dare you be late? I feel my anger slowly rising, and the scorching sun in this game makes me feel that same frustrating heat as in reality. My dislike for others being late is not just simple annoyance; it is a deep-seated hatred, more likely to provoke my fury than a cat being stepped on its tail, second only to someone standing me up.
Calm down, calm down, calm down... I kept reminding myself, but until he came up, I couldn't help but snort and say fiercely: "I thought only damn women would be late like this"
Help! A delicate cry came from behind me
The thunderstorm's aura flickered as the long sword revealed its murderous intent. With righteous indignation, it declared: "The people of the world govern the affairs of the world. You unjustly bully a weak woman; I cannot stand by and will intervene in this matter."
At noon, the sun blazed fiercely. I stood there foolishly all alone on the desolate mountaintop, with not a single ghostly shadow around me.
"Good lad, dare to make the first move? Do you think you're impressive just because you're well-equipped? Let's all turn against him. Today, our Skeleton Storm will make a little profit thanks to this kid's gear." The remaining few also picked up their weapons and charged towards the Thunderstorm.
If he were willing to dedicate even one-tenth of the effort he spends on reading Huang Yi's works to understanding some basic knowledge, I believe his father would wake up laughing from his dreams. However, this scoundrel's rambling was not entirely in vain, as I took the opportunity to send out the text message.
The thunderstorm must have been exhilarating for him deep down; I am certain that after he exits the game, he will immediately need to change his underwear. However, at least on the surface, this guy, with the demeanor of a skilled player,淡淡一笑 and said: "So I said, with me here, no one can touch you."
The dwarf warrior was immediately rendered speechless upon seeing this situation, unsure of what to say or do. This fellow actually turned to look at me, displaying an expression of inquiry and request.
"Go to hell, you filthy hag!" The orc raised the cleaver in his hand, ready to strike the young sorceress. However, just as the blade was lifted above his head, it was pierced through the chest by the divine sword of the hero, and he fell to the ground, lifeless, surrounded by crackling electricity.
Moreover, this book is ultimately about online gaming, so there will inevitably be some elements of wishful thinking, though not excessively. It remains within the rules of the game and primarily serves to provide humor and satire.
Some people are asking me if I have a grudge against someone who seems to be a master. In fact, all the chapter titles previously seemed to be poking fun at him, but on the contrary, they express my respect for him. The truth is, my writing of this book is somewhat influenced by the book "Badge," which was the first book I read on Qidian and the only online game novel I have read, leaving a deep impression on me. Additionally, after playing "Baldur's Gate," I developed a significant interest in the online game genre and the Dungeons & Dragons system. Unfortunately, I have not encountered any online game novels as captivating as "Badge" on Qidian since then.
"Hmph, just based on your lack of grace towards girls, it's clear that you will never qualify to be a truly upright man." The beautiful woman actively threw herself at me instead of him, and the stormy beauty was evidently extremely displeased. She walked over, shot me an angry glance, and reached out to the magician sister, saying, "Miss, please rest assured, with me here, no one can touch you."
The thunderstorm smiled proudly and said: "A true master understands that mindset and demeanor are indispensable parts of his strength. I arrived late on purpose; this is to make you anxious, to provoke you into losing control and revealing your flaws. You cannot even see this, and you have completely fallen into my expectations; the outcome is already decided. People like you, who are unlearned and unskilled, probably do not know that five thousand years ago, the sword saint Miyamoto Musashi dealt with his rival, Kenjiro, in exactly this manner..." People like you, who are unlearned and unskilled, probably do not know that five thousand years ago, the sword saint Miyamoto Musashi dealt with his rival, Kenjiro, in exactly this manner..."
At that moment, another cry for help came from a distance: "Help!"
"Get lost, get lost, hurry up and go call!" I shouted impatiently, planning to settle the score with this guy later. In fact, the performance of that magician girl and the group of pursuers became increasingly professional in my eyes as I watched, until I realized that it was you leading your subordinates who arrived late. Only then did I understand that the earlier act was indeed genuine. I never expected that even heaven was helping me, because now that scoundrel's PK value is also genuine, I can count it clearly, at least 7 points. In fact, the performance of that magician girl and the group of pursuers became increasingly professional in my eyes as I watched, until I realized that it was you leading your subordinates who arrived late. Only then did I understand that the earlier act was indeed genuine. I never expected that even heaven was helping me, because now that scoundrel's PK value is also genuine, I can count it clearly, at least 7 points
Look, are you still watching? I want to gouge out your eyes and make soup with them. You found a good person, huh? This is what you call a beauty? Did your eyes grow in your pants? I scolded this guy fiercely in the team channel. This rookie dwarf warrior was someone I had arranged in advance, and I didn't expect it to be you. This kid didn't hire any temporary actors; instead, he somehow got a few sets of low-quality equipment for himself and Liu Zhijie and the others to disguise themselves as bandits. And the beauty he arranged had acting skills as poor as if she had taken some spring medicine, going straight to the point without any introduction, and the key was her appearance... I think I would probably look better in women's clothing than he does.
As the moment of action approached, the charming swordsman still did not forget his cold demeanor of a master and the self-assured appearance of a male protagonist. With a face full of anger and murderous intent, he raised his finger in front of me and shook it, coldly saying: "I give you a piece of advice, do not provoke my anger. Do you know? The reason for your failure is that you have angered me..."
However, it should be noted that the rules and background of this book differ from those of the badge and Dungeons & Dragons system. I have designed the game background of this book based on the approach of planning a real online game, drawing some inspiration from it. I will share the settings when I have the time, and those interested can come and discuss it.
However... Brother, you have accumulated quite a few PK points for me this way. It seems that you have a lot of good equipment on you, is that alright? The eyes of the mage sister wandered back and forth on her benefactor.
After more than twenty minutes, I imagined the process of wrapping that wretched person in a barbecue bun and feeding it to the dog several times. Finally, I saw his figure slowly approaching from the foot of the mountain, riding a unicorn.
On that occasion, I invited the class beauty from the Literature Department of the Normal University, whose surname is Dai, to have a late-night snack together. In fact, having a late-night snack was secondary; the main purpose was the activities that followed, which was a common goal for everyone. However, I waited at the agreed location for over twenty-five minutes without seeing her arrive. After making three phone calls, she told me she was still getting dressed and even blamed me, saying that women are like this and that a man who lacks patience is truly lacking in grace. She claimed that she had never encountered such an impatient man despite having dated many men. I was instantly infuriated and retorted that no matter how beautifully she dressed, it was ultimately for the purpose of undressing for a man. I had lost my patience and told her to take her time getting dressed.
PS: This is a tribute to the mysterious badge of the God of the Forgotten Kingdom, seemingly a master, represented solely by the titles of the first eight chapters of this book
Regarding the real-life background in the book, apart from that game, it is actually not much different from real life. Some remarks are made in jest and should not be taken seriously
At the back, a group of people pursuing with fierce intent was led by a dwarf clad in novice attire, wielding a battered axe. Upon arrival, he pointed at Thunderstorm and shouted: "Hey, this mountain is mine... No... That woman is the one we want to kill, kid, don't meddle in our affairs..."
"Hahaha, rest assured, the person who can kill me has yet to appear in this game or in these books," said Thunderstorm with a laugh to the sorceress sister. As if struck by inspiration, she paused for a moment, and her equipment began to glow one by one. A dense array of colorful text detailing the attributes of her gear started to swirl around her, revealing her form like a human neon light once again. At this moment, this flashy character did not forget to showcase all her equipment in an exhibition state, explaining to the girl that her shift from darkness to light was indeed worth far more than its cost and in accordance with the natural order of the universe.
After hanging up the phone, I was filled with frustration and went to a bar. Clearly, fate had determined that what was lost in the east would be compensated for in the west, as I successfully struck up a conversation with a young lady. However, just as I was about to take her home for a deeper exchange, the class flower called me again, saying she had finally finished getting ready and had arrived at the date location, where she had ordered a late-night snack waiting for me. I handed the phone to the young lady beneath me and said, "Come on, sweetie, give her a piece of your mind." The young lady took the phone, panting and moaning, and yelled, "Who the hell are you? Why are you bothering me with so much nonsense while I'm with this handsome guy? Who am I?" But just as I was about to take her home for a deeper exchange, the class flower called me again, saying she had finally finished getting ready and had arrived at the date location, where she had ordered a late-night snack waiting for me. I handed the phone to the young lady beneath me and said, "Come on, sweetie, give her a piece of your mind." The young lady took the phone, panting and moaning, and yelled, "Who the hell are you? Why are you bothering me with so much nonsense while I'm with this handsome guy? Who am I? You don't need to care who I am! Ah, brother, you're so great, just there. Stupid woman, what are you calling for? If you have a temper, come join us in a 3P."
In the midst of the thunderstorm, taking a deep breath and gathering all my strength, I managed to focus my scattered spirit and directed it towards him as he said to me, "Alright, let us begin the battle between men..."
"Bullying a weak girl for no reason? Are you an idiot who got dumb from watching movies? This girl stole our monster and destroyed our brother's equipment; it is only right for us to retaliate against her." An orc shouted angrily. I now recognized that these pursuers were not the same guys disguised as Liu Zhijie; it seems that Luo Lin, fearing recognition or concerned about demotion, sought help. I had not anticipated hiring temporary actors as cannon fodder, but it turned out well. Not only was their performance on point, but they also crafted such a convincing rationale. I couldn't help but greatly admire the quality of these temporary actors.
Indeed, there is not a single ghost in sight. There is a mass grave nearby, and after nightfall, the area within a radius of two to three miles is dominated by spectral beings, zombies, skeletons, and other undead creatures. We once undertook a mission here and eliminated a necromancer. However, during the day, especially at this midday hour, those undead creatures do not appear. Without monsters, naturally, there are no players wandering into this area, which is why I chose this location. But now, the agreed-upon noon has arrived, and that fellow has yet to show up. Without monsters, naturally, there are no players wandering into this area, which is why I chose this location. But now, the agreed-upon noon has arrived, and that fellow has yet to show up.
What? The stormy weather made his eyebrows and hair stand on end. Even if these were facts, he would never admit it; even if he acknowledged it deep down, he would never show anything but anger at being slandered in front of a beautiful woman
The class beauty naturally had no temper, but she indignantly exaggerated my misdeeds and stories into an article published on the BBS of the Normal University. She vividly described me as a soft-bodied creature exuding the smell of mucus and other fluids, a being that only thinks and acts with its lower half. Any opposite sex passing by me could potentially contract a sexually transmitted disease or even become pregnant due to the radiation and aura I emitted. Most maliciously, she even attached my name and a photo taken with her phone. From then on, whenever I went to that university to play basketball, I enjoyed the treatment of a celebrity, receiving countless stares, while girls fled at the sight of me. No one approached to ask for autographs or photos, which left me feeling somewhat unfulfilled.
"Hey, that kid, mind your own business and get lost," shouted a swordsman in the distinctive tone of the villains as the pursuers closed in.
Wow... Brother, you are amazing. The sorceress sister watched as the thunderstorm was almost defeated with a single sword strike, and that magical pet, an unprecedented unicorn in the current game, left her with a face full of surprise and admiration
"Seeking death." With beautiful female spectators nearby, the charming swordsman was intent on showing off, performing with great flair. With a shout, a unicorn broke through the void from the star realm, and together, the man and the horse effortlessly cut down the group of antagonists A, B, C, and D, leaving them all sprawled on the ground
I was taken aback for a moment, but immediately pushed her away and said harshly: "Get lost, go die somewhere else. Can't you see we are busy here?"
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In order to prevent this pair of hormonal individuals from uncontrollably performing an adult film on the spot, I, having played the role of an invisible man for quite some time, shouted angrily at the stormy scene: "What the hell are you here for, to pick up girls or to fight?"
The quality of this guy's hat is indeed quite good; it only lost less than 200 health points from a lethal strike of my heavy weapon. Unfortunately, now he is just a puppet. No matter how good the equipment is on a puppet, I can still grind him down with a file. However, this grinding must be done as quickly as possible, as this puppet has a time limit of about ten seconds.
Wow... looking at so many high-end luxury items, the young lady's eyes sparkled with countless stars, as if she were about to shed her clothes and offer herself immediately
However, this beautiful elven sorceress ran over and hid behind me, saying: "Big brother, please help me with a favor; someone wants to kill me"
The sorceress sister glanced at the outfit exuding an air of high-end luxury amidst the thunderstorm, and immediately realized that she had entrusted herself to the wrong person. She turned and threw herself into his embrace. Her expression and movements were exactly the same as those of girls when they saw Boss Bin's extended Mercedes, leaving me unable to refrain from silently praising: excellent acting
Hmm? Both Thunderstorm and the Sorceress Sister were taken aback. Following the sound, they saw another girl being chased by a group of fierce players. This time, the girl had found the right person; she ran up and directly leaped into Thunderstorm's embrace with a move reminiscent of a swallow returning to its nest, pouting: "Brother, please help me, someone is trying to bully me, you must kill them quickly"
I never expected it to be you hastily going offline, while several orc sword saints disguised as low-level lackeys looked at me in confusion. I gave them an OK gesture, stepped forward, and swung my meteor hammer at Thunderstorm, shouting: "I spit on this! How can there be such a disparity in treatment between beautiful women and those who are not so beautiful? Those who think with their lower bodies are clearly using semen as brain matter, yet they still have the audacity to claim they are real men"