The air was torn apart as enormous tentacles came crashing down. Spinning blades scraped against the metal platform, erupting in blinding sparks and teeth-aching screeches.
There was no time to hold back or catch their breath.
Lightning descended, nearly filling every inch of space.
Then came the black-red mist spilling from the hole pierced by the Spear of Destiny. Flesh and blood gathered, transforming into writhing vines.
The watching customers unconsciously clenched their hands, staring fixedly at the tiny figure within the light screen.
Each time, she found that sliver of life amid a desperate situation that was almost certain death.
There could not be the slightest mistake.
With a player's initial physical strength, even being grazed meant either death or injury.
Every spectator held their breath, waiting for a miracle to appear.
"Can she win?"
At last, someone could not help asking softly, breaking the silent atmosphere.
This was a livestream projected onto the display screen. The true player was not a customer of Origin Mall, but located in another world.
The customers gathered before the stream, unwilling to look away.
The battle seemed to have become a feast of art.
The Mechanical Puppet and the girl clashing on the battlefield became dancers upon a stage, using the most exquisite techniques to perform a peerless spectacle that could scarcely ever be replicated.
"She definitely can. Do you even know who that is?"
Someone answered with certainty, filled with confidence in the player fighting.
"What do you mean?"
"Frost. You don't even know that?"
"Hiss, I remember now. The one dominating the rankings!"
"Come to think of it, the characters in the Dream Realm Gate should be projections of reality, right? So she really is just a little girl?"
"Don't judge a customer's strength by appearance. You still don't understand