The Root

"Zhao Cheng, over these past four months, I've trained my sword skills bitterly. Let me show you the ultimate sword art I created with peerless comprehension and a lifetime of Wisdom—Gale Breath-Ending Flash!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang flourished her sword. Setting swordsmanship aside for the moment, when it came to putting on an expert's act, she knew exactly what she was doing.

In the time it took to say that, the five-second countdown ended, and the game began.

What followed—

Zhao Xiaoxiang moved like a crazed rabbit and swung her sword at him. Zhao Xiaoxiang typed GG.

The whole process was crystal clear, simple, and straightforward.

Meanwhile, more than a hundred idle onlookers who had happened to be lurking on Zhao Cheng's profile suddenly noticed that another match had appeared under his record, while his win rate remained at 100%.

Then the profile flickered, and Zhao Cheng went offline.

Zhao Xiaoxiang, on the other hand, did not log off right away. Instead, she made a few edits in the game and cut together a video.

Zhao Cheng's remark about her spending quite a bit on microtransactions, along with her subsequent response, were both cut out. Only her opening line remained, followed by footage of her moving like a crazed rabbit. Then came the flashing blades and clashing swords she had inserted, a text image against a black background reading: The two had already exchanged over a hundred moves. After that came phrases like, The two masters had already fought to the end of the world; even space had been ground away, and all sorts of similar lines. Only at the end did it show her typing GG.

Very quickly, she posted it to her Moments with the title: That Time I Fought Mythology and Lost by One Move.

Naturally, Zhao Cheng had