"Ignore Hunters Three and Five. Shoot the target directly!" the Yaksa assassin roared.
Yan Qing had not yet recovered when he heard the explosive shout. He looked up and saw a group of people fighting around the edge of the mud pit, their bodies covered in shit... yellow mud.
Did you really have to fight here?
Yan Qing was still shaken. When the stone chair rose, everything had been fine—he could sit steadily in it. But when it descended and entered free fall, his whole body went numb. There were no safety bars or harnesses; the only things he could grab were the two slippery, semicircular stone balls on the armrests! They were even smaller than Yaoshi Yuan!
Even using every ounce of strength he had, he could not leave fingerprints on the stone balls. He could only rely on the slight friction to hold his body in place as he plummeted. At one point, his entire body lifted into the air. When the chair suddenly stopped halfway down, he nearly flew out. He had almost turned a Drop Tower ride into a bungee jump without a rope.
When the stone chair finally landed, Yan Qing was drenched in sweat. Even the Golden Locks trap of Dragon Locking True Person during his third mission had not been this thrilling. If he ever got the chance to travel back, he would find the designer of this Drop Tower and drag him out to perform an Aruban until he died.
As for why the stone chair had splashed mud everywhere when it crashed down, that was clearly the true meaning of the Drop Tower: either the player jumped down and got covered in mud, or splashed mud all over someone else. Either way, it would easily trigger a dark duel.
Leaving aside