Lu Yang gathered a ball of fire in his left hand, looked at the player who had just cursed at him, and said, "You're asking to die, cursing at me."
The players on both sides froze. They had not expected Lu Yang to challenge one group of players by himself.
"Kid, so what if I curse you? If you want to die, I'll grant your wish," a player wielding a greatsword continued to curse at Lu Yang.
Flame Cross
The flames in Lu Yang's hand formed a cross and began spinning at high speed. He suddenly hurled it at the warrior player who had cursed at him.
"What skill is that?"
"Why does it spin?"
The players on both sides were dumbfounded. This fire skill had clearly exceeded their understanding.
The warrior player reacted quickly. He thought it was an ordinary fireball and that he could easily dodge it, but the Flame Cross flew 50% faster than a fireball. Startled, he hastily used a backflip and barely avoided the cross's attack.
Just as he was feeling proud of his reaction speed, before he even landed, the Flame Cross passed by his side, changed trajectory, and struck him in the back.
"22186" (Critical Hit)
The warrior player died!
The players on both sides instantly formed two rows. They were all level-thirty alts, with no more than a little over 1,000 spell damage. A single skill from this newcomer dealt over 20,000 damage—he was clearly beyond their ability to handle.
One player from the dead warrior's side hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands to Lu Yang, and said, "Sorry, boss. We didn't mean it. Um, please don't kill us."
Lu Yang said, "Go."
He had no interest in killing a bunch of alts. It would be embarrassing if word got out.