Meaningless Magic (Moon Ticket Request)
"Ah...!"
With Sigrut letting out a shriek-like cry, his entire body slammed into the ground like a rubber ball. After bouncing several times, he slid away, kicking up a cloud of dust, and finally lay sprawled on the ground.
His HP bar appeared. It fell from full green into the yellow danger zone, losing more than half its value and nearly turning red.
Even in that state, Sigrut's HP continued dropping little by little.
That was because Sigrut had entered a crippled state. One of his arms had been severed at the root, while one side of his shoulder had turned into an effect indicating a wound. Blood-like visual effects splashed out, causing Sigrut's HP to steadily decrease.
This left Sigrut completely dumbfounded.
"Big Brother Sigrut!"
"Th-this is impossible!"
The two Wind Elf players Sigrut had brought along were stunned.
It was not only those two. Even the surrounding Wind Elf players were rendered speechless.
"Tap..."
Amid a faint sound, Luo Zhen's foot touched the ground, the Fairy Sword hanging naturally from his hand.
In less than a second, the two people who had been confronting each other had ended up in completely different states: one relaxed and composed, the other lying on the ground in a daze.
Everyone stared at the scene as if they had lost the ability to speak.
Even Leafa, though she had already witnessed Luo Zhen's strength, was still startled by what she saw.
Sigrut had once taken second place in the martial arts tournament. Even Leafa admitted he was difficult to deal with. With an astonishing amount of playtime, he had obtained equipment with extremely high performance, making him someone Leafa could defeat only with great difficulty. Yet he had been utterly defeated in less than a second.
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