Clash

High-rise apartment building.

Lu Xiu was still covering her face, feeling pained by the abstract list and also by being the target of criticism.

Until the sound of the Prison Rock player landing came from downstairs.

She slowly lowered her hand.

But as soon as she put her hand down, she sensed something was wrong.

But before she could react...

The next second.

The thick, grayish-white fog had silently seeped into the room without any warning; it surged in all directions and engulfed the entire room in the blink of an eye.

Visibility in the surrounding area instantly dropped to zero.

Lu Xiu raised her hand to her eyes, about ten centimeters from her face, and could barely make out the outline of her fingertips. Any further and she couldn't see anything at all.

She turned her head to look in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling window from her memory.

----A vast expanse of white.

Nothing could be seen with the naked eye; even the outline of the street outside the window had disappeared. The whole world seemed to be stuffed with grayish-white cotton wool.

Thick, viscous, and oppressive.

At the same time, the sound disappeared.

Lu Xiu listened intently, but couldn't hear anything outside. There was no wind, no footsteps, no movement at all, as if everything was blocked by the fog.

"Is this what it Chosen Talent?"

Lu Xiu stood quietly in place, her beautiful face showing no panic or disarray, only a hint of envy. "Impressive."

Her slender, fair fingers gently brushed against a wisp of mist in mid-air.

Then he closed his eyes.

The moment my vision went dark.

[Anti- Visual Mindscape] Triggered silently.

It was accompanied by the spread of Mental Strength.

In her mind, Visual Mindscape of her living room quickly appeared, and all the inorganic objects transformed into a semi-transparent three-dimensional model composed of lines.

As the Mental Strength spread, more scenes appeared.

Lu Xiu saw the thickness of the walls, the intricate pipes extending inside, and sensed the deep vertical space of the elevator shaft.

She seemed to be floating in mid-air, looking down over the entire apartment building.

Once the cover is removed, life becomes completely exposed.

"----Although my innate skills are impressive, it seems my Visual Mindscape is even better!"

With her eyes closed, Lu Xiu continued to expand her Mental Strength to its limit, observing the battlefield below, which was shrouded in thick fog.

Actually, she also wanted to meet those players from another world and have a fight with them.

But unfortunately...

Yan Fushou repeatedly pleaded with her to stay in his apartment—saying that he knew she was very strong, but she shouldn't take any risks unless absolutely necessary, and to trust the people protecting her.

Lu Xiu had no choice but to give up the urge to join the fight.

That's why she's still in the apartment right now.

Well, being a spectator is fine too. She doesn't know the true strength of the top players in the Strategy Group the Coordination Bureau —it's a good time to see.

As Lu Xiu pondered this, she turned her gaze toward the battlefield below.

Directly below the viewpoint.

On Maple Leaf Avenue, completely swallowed by thick fog, a towering figure strode towards the apartment building, stepping over the scattered pebbles.

A hideous scar ran across his face, and he carried a Great Axe on his shoulder.

They moved extremely fast.

His eyes held the fervor of someone about to hunt their prey.

----It really does resemble hunting.

After all, they had a natural advantage in this area shrouded in thick fog.

If he wanted, he could even toy with his enemies in this invisible and inaudible fog, savoring the sweetness of their fear.

"Ah, found it."

The figure carrying the Great Axe quickly spotted a person, and with an expectant expression, walked towards that person.

The person turned their head the instant he approached.

Then.

The next second.

A flash of light suddenly appeared in the thick fog.

The flame was small at first, but it was extremely bright, as if someone had suddenly struck a match in complete darkness.

Immediately afterwards, that spark suddenly swelled up with a bang!

A violent fire erupted from the east, centered on the east side.

The scorching flames and violent shockwaves instantly pushed the surrounding thick fog outwards by a large margin!

Then.

The flames continued to spread outwards!

Domain overlap!

The crimson flames and the thick, grayish-white fog clashed and eroded each other violently.

It then quickly stabilized.

Although the thick, grayish-white fog that was originally so dense that it could obscure all sight and sound was not completely burned away by the flames.

But the extremely dazzling red flames forcefully pierced through the thick, watery smog with an overbearing attitude.

The light shimmered in the mist.

It directly transformed the entire desolate neighborhood into a chaotic mix of dark red and gray.

Although their field of vision was still somewhat limited, the firelight made the elites of the Coordination Bureau no longer seem like blind men.

A huge human figure was moving in the fog.

Some charged forward furiously amidst the flames, some used the remaining fog to flank and outflank, and others silently distanced themselves.

It was very quick.

The elites from the Coordination Bureau appeared before them, each gripping their weapons and standing still, meeting the gazes of the arriving Prison Rock players.

At the same time.

The scarred giant was also forced to take a half-step back by the sudden gust of air.

He raised his thick arm to shield his eyes, and the fanaticism and cruelty in his eyes that had been preparing to savor the fear of his prey froze on his face, Take Their Place by astonishment.

"I knew it! I should have gone to the other side!"

Wei Yidong was surrounded by flames, and he held a long spear that faintly shimmered with crimson light.

His baby face, still somewhat childish, was full of resentment. "Here I also have to worry about burning other people alive! And I have to be careful to control them! It's such a hassle!"

Then.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on the enemy player in front of him, who was over two meters tall and whose body gleamed with a dark, rocky sheen.

After a brief eye contact.

His booming, raspy voice, which utterly disrupted the tense atmosphere, rang out again. "What the hell is this thing?"

Dialogue between the two sides.

The system will translate.

The scarred giant understood Wei Yidong's words, slowly lowered the Great Axe he was carrying, and looked at Wei Yidong: "----Are you asking the name of the player who sent you to hell?"

Although somewhat unexpected.

But he was not intimidated by Wei Yidong's territory. Instead, he seemed to have spotted some rare prey, and the fervor in his eyes burned even brighter.

"So childish, even more childish than me. How could you say such a line?"

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Wei Yidong slowly raised his spear, flames spreading rapidly from his body to the spear. "But let me ask you something—you shouldn't be able to Deflect other people's attacks, right? You won't be like a ghost, will you? You don't have any dungeons where people spend over ten hours fighting to clear them, do you?"

"What?"

That's good.

Seeing the confusion on the other person's face, Wei Yidong slowly nodded, and then the nonchalance and childishness in his eyes vanished instantly.

One second he was rambling on like a spoiled teenager, and the next second, his extreme killing intent erupted without warning!

The words were still echoing in the air.

Wei Yidong suddenly exerted force with his feet, and the asphalt road surface cracked directly under his terrifying explosive force.

He transformed into a blinding crimson Afterimage that tore through the thick fog, charging forward with overwhelming force!

The giant hadn't even reacted yet.

The long spear, wreathed in flames, had already covered several meters and appeared right in front of him.

The giant's pupils contracted sharply, and he only had time to let out a roar of shock and rage. In his haste, relying on the instincts honed through countless battles, he held the heavy Great Axe in his hand horizontally in front of him.

clang-

The next moment.

A deafening metallic bang, as if it would pierce eardrums, exploded in the center of the street!

Immediately afterwards, an extremely thick pillar of fire shot up from the ground, burning through the surrounding thick, grayish-white fog with an unreasonable force, and soaring straight into the sky!

The sudden burst of fire was so dazzling that it pierced through the thick fog, and the violent energy fluctuations even briefly suppressed the [Abyssal Sea Sinking Fog].

In the distance, the corners of the street are torn apart by thick fog.

A young man wearing a fitted trench coat, exuding an extremely strong scholarly air, stood quietly.

Feeling the sudden surge in scorching temperature in the air, he turned his head slightly and glanced at the enormous pillar of fire that had roared up from the depths of the thick fog.

The leaping crimson flames were clearly reflected in his pupils.

"Still so impulsive."

Cheng Xiu sighed helplessly.

Then.

He then withdrew his gaze and turned his attention back to what was directly in front of him.

Just ten meters away from him, thick fog was churning violently.

A tall, muscular player from another world, wielding a large sword, was strode heavily, staring intently at him like a giant bear eyeing its prey.

The overwhelming physical difference made Cheng Xiu look like a frail scholar who could be torn apart at any moment.

The other party strode towards them.

But Cheng Xiu was unhurried. He simply opened his system inventory and leisurely took out a replica of the Kusabimaru and a replica of a wearable Shinobi Prosthetic.

"To be honest, if possible, I really don't want to imitate that thing again; the psychological trauma it left on me is too great."

Cheng Xiu looked at the enemy ahead, then clicked the exquisite Shinobi Prosthetic, securing it perfectly to his left arm. "The problem is, after imitating it, I still get mocked for not being as crazy as she seems—but is her mental state even achievable by a human? They make it sound so easy."

"However, I must admit that imitating her is indeed the most effective way to deal with enemies like you who wield swords and other weapons."

"It just means I'll probably have to talk to my therapist again afterwards."

The massive, otherworldly player opposite him, wielding a large sword, clearly couldn't understand what he was saying.

He stared at the frail scholar before him, who held a thin sword the size of a toothpick, and let out a cruel roar. With a sudden burst of power from his legs, he charged fiercely at Cheng Xiu like a mad bear!

However, at the very moment he charged forward...

Without any warning.

Call out!

Accompanied by an extremely faint whooshing sound.

Without even a Cheng Xiu threw out a Loaded Shuriken that gleamed with a cold light, and immediately activated [Derivative Move: Pursuit Slash]!

In an instant, he transformed into a Afterimage a cheetah flying close to the ground, carrying an extremely sharp blade of light, and instantly cut into the inner circle of this two-meter-three-meter giant!

At the same time, Cheng Xiu's usually mild voice changed.

His innate skill, [Master Mimic], was fully activated at this moment, not only granting the replicas of Kusabimaru and the Shinobi Prosthetic attributes, but even his tone of voice became remarkably like that of a certain Architect: "You want to dance too?!"

enemy. "----?"

Cheng Xiu shouted very loudly.

The sound even pierced through layers of thick, viscous, grayish-white fog, echoing from the other side.

But the short-haired woman, who was skillfully wielding two dark purple short blades, didn't even flinch.

He also didn't turn around to look at the blinding pillar of fire that erupted from the depths of the thick fog.

Because she was sizing up the man in front of her with an exaggerated afro and wearing black sunglasses.

In his view, this man appeared too short and weak, both in physique and aura, unlike the tall and robust warriors of their Prison Rock.

"The men here are so small and cute!"

The short-haired woman's voice was deep and husky, with a rough quality, as she sighed softly.

Fan Lixin, sporting an afro, sighed deeply upon hearing this.

Next.

The middle-aged man adjusted his sunglasses, his face full of helplessness. "Why is it always a woman? I told you my luck has been bad lately, even the probability of stepping in dog poop is three times higher than usual, but they didn't believe me. A while ago, I went to Lu Xiu's instance and was treated like a dog the whole way. Now I've run into a woman. Fighting her is not only troublesome, but I'll also be laughed at for being uncouth."

"What bad luck."

As he spoke, he slowly pulled his hands out of his trench coat pockets.

"Although you are small and cute—your last words were really boring."

The short-haired woman was getting bored; a cruel glint flashed in her eyes, which instantly erupted!

Bang!

The ruins beneath her feet were instantly blasted into a deep pit, and she transformed into a strange, dark purple Afterimage, rushing forward at high speed close to the ground!

Extremely fast!

Upon seeing this, Fan Lixin simply lowered his back slightly and raised his right hand.

Then, he clenched his fist.

The next moment.

His previously slouching shoulders suddenly tightened, and his right fist slowly pulled back.

There were no fancy moves.

Just as the short-haired woman rushed in front of him, Fan Lixin took a deep breath.

Buzz!

With this seemingly simple charging motion, the air around him seemed to be sucked out, emitting a muffled explosion sound.

His previously slightly overweight arm muscles suddenly swelled to a terrifying degree, tearing the sleeves of his shirt!

"----fist!!!"

Next.

Fan Lixin shouted, and his right fist, which had been charged up to the maximum, carried a visible white stream of air and smashed out like a heavy cannon fired straight ahead!

Boom! That terrifying fist wind compressed into a semi-transparent air cannon that looked almost tangible in mid-air!

The short-haired woman's pupils suddenly contracted.

The next second.

Boom!

The fist's energy exploded, condensing into a trajectory that drew a trail of energy in mid-air.

The smooth, solid road surface was instantly torn apart and shattered.

Then, the fist waves, like a series of explosions, continued to extend into the distance, creating a clear vacuum zone tens of meters long in the thick fog.

At the last second, the short-haired woman, who had barely dodged the attack, turned back with lingering fear and stared intently at the man with the afro in front of her.

Raging flames, blinding lightning, the clanging of metal against metal, and sonic booms as fists tore through the air echoed throughout the neighborhood shrouded in [Abyssal Sea Sinking Fog].

Blinding halos of light intertwined in the thick, grayish-white mist, transforming the morning streets into a bizarre and Shura scene.

However, this time, there were a total of twenty players from Prison Rock, and each of them was a top expert standing at the very top of the pyramid.

Most importantly, the opposing side didn't split their forces at all.

The pressure is still considerable.

So six extremely burly figures, their bodies shrouded in heavy metal armor, managed to tear a gap in the battle zone under the cover of the thick fog, and advanced straight towards the core of the defensive line.

The apartment building's entrance was already within reach.

"Haha, the target is in this building."

The giant Prison Rock at the forefront, looking at the glass door so close before him, wore a smile that was a mixture of ecstatic joy and cruelty.

If he manages to break through, he'll be the one to deserve the greatest credit in this cross-border hunt!

With an influence of over 28,000, a precipitous lead, as long as this Architect is eliminated, the next version, Prison Rock, will surely prevail.

He could even picture himself bathing in the blood of the enemy Architect, then returning to Prison Rock to bask in their cheers.

marvelous.

After exciting images appeared in my mind.

He accelerated again, his massive body like a cannonball, crashing directly into the fragile glass door.

But just as his toes were about to step into the apartment doorway, whoosh!

A sharp, piercing sound suddenly rang out behind him—a sound that seemed to slice through space itself!

A silver Afterimage flashed past from the thick fog to the side at a terrifying speed that no one present could comprehend!

It was so fast—so fast that the players Prison Rock only saw a flash of silver light disappear in an instant.

Next.

The giant Prison Rock man who was charging at the forefront disappeared.

Boom!!!

A muffled thud came from the wall next to the apartment.

The Prison Rock leading the group had somehow become deeply embedded in the wall, causing a section of the apartment's thick load-bearing wall to cave in, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards as if from an explosion.

A fierce wind howled.

The thick fog was instantly torn apart by this sudden gust of air.

The remaining five players from Prison Rock suddenly stopped and looked ahead, somewhat shocked.

A silver-haired girl stood before them.

She was expressionless, her eyes lowered, and her right hand was still gripping the hair of a player who had been Prison Rock. That player had only a sliver of health left and was barely alive, too weak to even struggle.

The girl simply carried him with one hand, as if dragging a tattered sack.

The next second.

Jian Li tightened her five fingers.

He slammed it to the ground.

As her pleated skirt fluttered slightly, the Prison Rock's head slammed heavily against the ground. Amidst the flying debris, his last bit of life instantly dropped to zero, and his entire body disintegrated and vanished into a shower of Bai Guang.

Jian Li slowly raised her head, her clear, cold silver eyes looking at the five otherworldly players before her, who resembled giant bears.

I don't know when.

Fine, shimmering silver scales, with a cold metallic sheen, appeared along the edges of her fair cheeks and her slender neck. "Who gave you permission to go in and disturb her?"

Just then...

"Ah!!!"

A furious roar erupted.

The burly man who had been smashed into the wall suddenly broke free of his restraints, spread his arms, and charged straight at Jian Li.

With a graceful twist of her slender waist, Jian Li's flowing silver hair swept through the air as she calmly dodged to the side.

The other five people also moved at the same time.

They knew they had encountered a formidable enemy.

soon.

Six people began to surround Jian Li, with flashing blades, swirling fists, and short daggers attacking from different angles simultaneously.

Jian Li, however, seemed completely at ease, as if she were dancing on the edge of a knife.

A series of incredibly dense and chilling impacts erupted from the thick fog, the aftershocks of which shook the ground, causing it to crack and spread wildly in all directions like a spiderweb.

As the battle intensified, they fought and moved, gradually shifting the battlefield away from the main entrance of the apartment building.

"So fast—my attributes are still not good enough after all."

Lu Xiu saw this scene through her Visual Mindscape, and the slight complacency she had felt after completing four instances vanished instantly.

She was about to continue tracking the battle situation on Jian Li's side.

But suddenly.

She noticed something, her gaze sharpening slightly—someone had entered the apartment.

But aside from the dead, aren't all the otherworldly players outside the apartment?