Why Are You So Weak?

Fran had no weapon on hand, so she had no way to draw a blade and strike.

Therefore, she chose to cast a spell first, without revealing that she also possessed melee skills.

Roger was feeling quite happy; for one, he had been wandering this trial ground for a long time and had finally found someone who was also a Spirit Realm Traveler.

This trial ground had not just appeared; it had been around for two months already, and regarding the first hint, many people had already brought information back from the Spirit Realm.

This so-called companion referred to someone traveling the Spirit Realm together; as long as one killed the other, a piece of jade would appear after their body vanished, which was the first piece.

Secondly, he discovered that the person was a spellcaster and was very close to him; he could reach her with just a few steps.

For professionals like them who had not yet reached an official rank, once a spellcaster was closed in on by a melee professional, they had no way to deal with the melee fighter other than blasting them in the face with a high-power spell to kill them outright.

Fran cast a Wind Blade, and Roger had been guarding against this all along. He knew that at this distance, a decent spellcaster could only fire off one spell, so he had been careful.

He jumped to the side, grazing the incoming Wind Blade.

"Sss!" He felt as if his side had been grazed by the blade, leaving a shallow wound.

The range of this Wind Blade was truly large; even with such a wide-range dodge, he had still been hit.

However, the remaining distance was not enough for the spellcaster opposite him to cast another spell. He looked at the four steps remaining between him and Fran.

He saw that the opponent had stopped moving. Ha! Did she think she couldn't cast a spell at this distance and had given up resisting?

With a triumphant smile, Roger thrust his short sword toward Fran's chest.

But immediately after, he first felt his wrist, which was holding the sword, being gripped as tightly as if by a bear, and then he felt his legs tripped by something.

His body fell heavily due to momentum, his face slamming directly into the ground; the collision between his teeth and the stone caused him unbearable pain.

"Ah! Sss!"

Fran held the short sword she had just snatched from Roger's hand and placed it horizontally against Roger's neck.

"Why did you attack me directly?"

Only when Roger heard this voice did he realize his assessment had been wrong; he hadn't expected the opponent to have such strong melee capabilities.

No, perhaps she was faking it, wearing a robe specifically to pose as a spellcaster while actually wearing a layer of armor underneath—how cunning!

The Wind Blade earlier might have been released using some kind of item; no wonder he saw a spellcaster daring to wander around in such rugged terrain.

Roger thought bitterly that if he had seen a spellcaster on flat ground, he would have definitely run; spellcasters generally couldn't outrun him.

"Just kill me. If you kill me, you can get a piece of jade."

"But remember, when I go back, I will tell everyone about you faking being a spellcaster. Don't think you can keep fooling people with this trick."

"(Expletive)! You liar..."

Roger was not surprised that Fran did not understand this rule; not everyone sought out information left by predecessors before entering the Spirit Realm trial.

Generally, such information cost money, and it wasn't something you could just find; it was often unavailable, so many people didn't have the habit of looking for it.

Roger knew that if he made up another excuse, he might be able to stall Fran for a while, but he really didn't have the heart to do so.

None of them were of official rank; if they died, they would just return after a few hours, with no real consequence, so why bother stalling?

Fran didn't quite understand why Roger had suddenly called her a liar, but combined with what he said, she knew that killing him would yield the jade.

Listening to Roger continue to curse her as a liar, she could only raise her hand and bring the blade down, plunging the short sword directly into Roger's neck.

Roger's body went still instantly, and no blood flowed out.

Fran watched as the corpse gradually turned ethereal, and then a red piece of jade appeared on the spot.

Fran picked it up and opened the tattered book, where she indeed saw an entry.

[Red jade has been found.]

"That was so simple!"

Fran touched her head; she felt that everything that had just happened was inexplicable. Suddenly the opponent had charged over, and suddenly she had beaten him to the ground...

Moreover, she sensed the opponent's strength and felt he was even weaker than Mars, whom she had fought first; not only was his physical fitness weak, but his reaction speed was also very slow—he only reacted after he had already fallen.

"Still, it's good that he gifted me a piece of equipment..."

She looked at the short sword in her hand. Everything on that person had vanished along with him, except for this weapon she was still holding.

It had to be said, this weapon was quite good-looking, with an amethyst-like blade, a translucent white body, and some patterns on the hilt.

It was just that it lacked any good enchantments; Fran's own sword already had three runes engraved on it, while this short sword had nothing at all.

Roger woke up with a start in the dedicated Spirit Realm Traveler room. The events that had just occurred made him furious. He hammered the wall heavily before cleaning up his surroundings, opening the door, and walking out.

"Hey, Roger, about just now... are you alright?"

It was Roger's friend who spoke. Seeing Roger walk out, he had intended to ask about Roger's situation in the Spirit Realm, but upon seeing Roger's expression, he changed the subject.

Roger took this opportunity to vent some of the anger in his heart to his friend.

"Do you know? I just participated in a trial at the Jade Corridor. At the time, I saw someone wearing a robe and thought it was a spellcaster, so I charged right in."

"It turns out they were a fake, they captured me directly and killed me, it's infuriating! How can someone disguise themselves as a spellcaster!?"

Roger's friend chimed in as well:

"Indeed, that is too much, how could there be such a person!"

He also felt that it was perfectly fine for everyone to fight openly and honestly in the Spirit Realm; why would anyone resort to disguises to lure people in?

"By the way, what about that purple blade of yours? Did you not bring it into the Spirit Realm this time?"

Roger's friend asked with some curiosity; he knew Roger always loved using that short sword, so it was strange not to see it on him now.

Responding to him was Roger's deathly pale complexion. After patting his body a few times, Roger said with a tremor:

"No, that Spirit Realm anchor used by the robed figure... it had a looting attribute... my short sword was dropped."

"Ah!?"

Roger bit his lip hard and said furiously:

"I am going to expose that robed figure in the newspapers!!!"