Chapter 809: Feint
Psychological warfare!
When players exchanged words during battle, it wasn't because they were chatterboxes.
They hoped to use words to break their opponents' fighting spirit and win more easily.
If circumstances allowed, Qin Ran wouldn't mind doing the same.
But the situation before him...
Qin Ran kept his eyes fixed on his opponent while edging backward.
"You've fought ten battles, big and small, in the past hour!"
"Most of your skills and equipment skills are on cooldown, aren't they?"
"And you're running low on stamina, too, aren't you?"
"Of course!"
"You have reinforcements, too!"
"That fellow Broker told me your friends have already left the Harvest Tavern, but it'll take them at least half an hour to get here!"
"How many times do you think I could kill you in half an hour?"
Watching Qin Ran retreat, his opponent gave a contemptuous laugh and kept talking.
And as soon as the last word left his mouth, he vanished.
He hadn't slipped into the shadows. He had vanished!
As though he had turned invisible!
Then-
Hiss!
With a sharp sound of air being sliced apart, five finger-deep gouges appeared where Qin Ran had been standing.
And those sounds kept coming, as fierce and relentless as a storm at sea.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
In barely a dozen seconds, countless slash marks covered the entire street.
And Qin Ran himself?
White marks had already appeared across his black [Excellent Armor].
"Not bad! Not bad!"
"You actually managed to block my attacks!"
"This armor is mine, along with everything in your backpack and your room!"
His opponent's voice came from every direction.
It wasn't some special ability, merely pure speed.
That speed exceeded that of anyone Qin Ran knew.
Without question, his opponent's speed had reached Entry Rank!
Although Qin Ran's