When Quitir's black head flew into the air, everyone around him froze.
"Huh?"
The remaining players of the Pouty Fish Alliance had been feeling rather desperate.
But they had never expected a sudden shout of "Cousin!" to be followed by Quitir's head flying into the air!
What kind of damage could do that?!
"Holy shit... Quitir's unique hidden class, Bloodboil Berserker, gives him a massive passive health boost. He has thirty thousand HP now, and he still got one-shotted?"
"It's not just his HP. His defense is crazy high too! None of my skills ever did four-digit damage to Quitir. They only hit for three to five hundred!"
"Just who is this older cousin?"
"Whose cousin in our guild is that badass? Come on, little cousin, speak up!"
"Seriously, you think you're fit to call that big shot's cousin your little cousin? Read the room. Learn from me-Daddy!"
Unfortunately.
No one in the Pouty Fish Alliance stepped forward to claim this "older cousin."
The guild consisted almost entirely of Fishing Guys or their family members.
Quite a few of them exchanged bewildered looks at the respawn point.
Which Fishing Guy had such a badass cousin?!
Meanwhile, Qin Feng had attacked and instantly killed Quitir without breaking stealth.
He watched the two damage numbers rise above Quitir's head:
-25,000!
-312,000 (weak-point attack)!
The former was the damage dealt to Quitir's shield.
The latter was the damage from the blade's light striking his head after Shield Break.
"He actually had a twenty-five-thousand-point bloodboil shield. Pretty tanky..."
Even Qin Feng was rather surprised.
Granted, his own shields had well over a hundred thousand or even two hundred thousand points.
But that was because his progression was far ahead of the average player's.
With thirty thousand HP and a shield worth over twenty