The treetops at eleven o'clock rustled.
Everyone immediately looked over!
There were no animals in Multiverse Number 8, only players themselves, so the shaking canopy had to mean someone was hiding inside.
A player unleashed a set of skills at the treetop before daring to approach slowly. Yet they discovered that a vine rope had been wrapped around the branch where the canopy had just shaken.
Someone had pulled the vine rope to create the illusion that someone was hiding in the treetop.
The moment they realized they had been fooled, everyone turned to look at their teammates. Just in time, they saw Light of the White Race hang upside down from the canopy again, slit one teammate's throat, then vanish back into the leaves without a trace.
In those few seconds of diversion, someone else had died.
The players shuddered. This method of killing was too extreme—every strike went for the throat. The slightest lapse in attention rendered even high levels useless. Their opponent did not even give them a chance to cast their skills!
The players who could join a guild were, at minimum, free citizens retired from the military. They had all been on battlefields.
They had fought the Rebel Army, fought giants, and ventured deep into the Forbidden Forest.
When facing Qing Chen, they could not help but consider one question: if they encountered an enemy like this in the real world, on a battlefield, or in the Forbidden Forest, what would happen?
Without question, this would be the most troublesome kind of enemy on a battlefield.
Someone whispered, "This guy definitely isn't some noble brat. He must be a retired special forces soldier from one of the Group Armies."
The Western Continent practiced elite education.
Many people imagined elite education as a life of luxury,