Twenty minutes earlier.
At a certain Secret Realm Crystal.
Over a hundred people had gathered to watch.
They were observing White Crane Hermit's performance.
The Old Adventurer kept raising the stakes, challenging his own limits again and again.
This was his fourth solo run through the First Level of Doomsday Frenzy today. He planned to hunt three Tanks, along with as many Special Zombies as possible, to continue breaking his own record.
Too crazy!
Too extreme!
Ordinary adventurers faced danger even when teaming up against a single Tank.
They avoided them whenever possible!
Yet he had taken the initiative to hunt them—and was attempting three in a row?
Of course it caused a sensation and drew a crowd!
This challenge had lasted nearly three hours. He had already slain nineteen Special Zombies of various kinds, including two Tank Zombies. At this moment, he was challenging the third.
The young adventurers were all amazed.
"There are only three Tanks in the First Level of the Frenzy. If he pulls this off, he'll set a record!"
"Go, Old Dean!"
"Constantly challenging his limits—no wonder he became such a legend. I'm completely convinced!"
"..."
At this moment.
The battle was intense.
Taking advantage of the Tank's massive, cumbersome body, the Old Adventurer first lured it into a narrow street he had prepared nearby. Then, he used a Molotov Cocktail to ignite the tires, foam, and plastic that had been piled there beforehand.
Once the materials caught fire.
Thick smoke immediately blanketed an area nearly a hundred meters in radius.
Visibility dropped to less than five meters.
The Tank could only stumble around like a headless fly, further constrained by the narrow terrain and unable to use its strength.
Wearing a prepared mask, White Crane Hermit kept moving and firing with the last Assault