Mo Yang’s reaction was too indifferent, showing no sign of imminent terror. Even in his simple “Oh,” there seemed to be a hint of mockery, as if they had done something incredibly foolish.
Qing Nu sneered, ignoring Mo Yang and Wan Mei, speaking directly to her companions: “Don’t hold back! Kill them!”
Then, Fei Ying, Little Hou, and the two players dressed as ninjas charged straight at Mo Yang and Wan Mei. Only Wu Ya remained still, even taunting the others, “Hey, why are you attacking? Just wait another minute or two, and their life points will hit zero. We can totally enjoy watching their dying expressions from the sidelines!”
Yet, no one paid him any mind.
Previously, Fei Ying had been brutally killed in the game by Song Kefeng, despite being someone who believed in the survival of the fittest. He had committed even more brutal acts against others, but when he became the weaker party, he couldn’t suppress the fear of being killed.
Thus, he hadn’t recovered for a whole month and had even withdrawn from the core of Emperor Qin team. However, through luck, during the “crazy month” when the existence of Dream World was officially announced, he managed to bring nearly a hundred people into the game. So, aside from extending his lifespan, his in-game level and strength had significantly increased, leading to his re-employment by Emperor Qin.
Nevertheless, Fei Ying harbored deep hatred toward Song Kefeng, Mo Yang, and Wan Mei. His strong desire was to find Song Kefeng in the game and cruelly torture him to avenge his death. However, he couldn’t act rashly in the game. Song Kefeng had even gathered a large group of formidable individuals, making it difficult for Fei Ying to directly attack him.
So, his plan was to eliminate this person named Yang Heigou first, then convey the message to someone named Xiezhi; that would surely make Song Kefeng despair. With an ominous smirk, Fei Ying swiftly swung his long, faintly glowing blue blade toward Mo Yang’s right arm.
Fei Ying didn’t intend to kill Mo Yang and Wan Mei outright; he wanted to torment them severely. Though he looked down on Crow, who temporarily replaced him, he trusted the concoctions made by Crow, a mentally disturbed person passionate about creating various poisons. Fei Ying had witnessed the horrifying scenes of players crumbling to their deaths within two minutes after Crow’s powder was sprinkled on them.
However bizarre Crow might be, possessing a twisted mind and a penchant for making lethal poisons, the team members only dared to mock him behind his back. Any direct confrontation might lead to Crow instantly sprinkling lethal powder on them.
Fei Ying was convinced that Mo Yang couldn’t evade his strike.
But before the sinister smile could fully form on his lips, he heard a crisp clang. His blade had been blocked by a seemingly fragile, slender, black staff. Mo Yang wielded a gun-shaped proverb, gripping the barrel tightly as he smoothly thrust the sharp tip toward Fei Ying’s heart!
Despite swiftly dodging this piercing blow at the critical moment, Fei Ying’s chest bore a gaping wound, drawing a thin line of blood through his skin.
Fei Ying sensed something was amiss.
Why didn’t this person resemble someone affected by poison? Had his health points not decreased? Wasn’t he feeling any itching or pain?
After delivering the blow, Mo Yang turned to Wan Mei: “Quickly, quickly, quickly! My health points are about to drop below 100!”
Fei Ying and Qing Nu’s lingering doubts dissipated upon hearing this statement. At least Crow’s poison indeed had an effect. Mo Yang and Wan Mei were simply resisting against the odds.
Crow also breathed a sigh of relief. Despite not daring to voice it, after sprinkling the powder and being glanced at by the person in the white coat, he had a foreboding feeling. He felt his apothecary myth was about to be shattered. But he staunchly refused to believe in his supposed jinxed nature. He had named himself Crow because he believed Crows were the smartest birds, and the name itself would unsettle his enemies.
The two players dressed as ninjas initially targeted Wan Mei. However, their attacks were effortlessly dodged by the person in the white coat. They had been a coordinated couple for a long time, and even their Emperor Qin had only defeated them with spiritual strength. Yet, this person simply dodged without exerting any effort, easily avoiding their attacks.
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Little Hou was the first to react with a gasp. At that moment, Wan Mei’s other hand also grabbed a handful of the same white powder, directly spraying it toward Mo Yang.
Fei Ying and Qing Nu had no idea when Mo Yang and Wan Mei had gotten so close, but before they could react, they too were tainted by the white powder.
Their hearts skipped a beat, yet their momentary relief seeing Mo Yang also covered in the powder was shattered. They thought that if this substance was highly poisonous, Mei BaiWan wouldn’t have sprayed it on himself and Yang Heigou.
But the next second, intense dizziness and excruciating skin sensations completely shattered their fleeting sense of relief. Their health points were rapidly decreasing by halves in a short time! The speed of decline and the intense pain and dizziness made them unable to even stand properly, let alone engage in combat.
Little Hou plopped angrily to the ground, accusing Wan Mei, “You shameless person! You used poison!”
Upon hearing this accusation, Wan Mei shot Little Hou a glance, and in an instant, Little Hou dared not say another word.
“This is the funniest joke I’ve ever heard. Didn’t you just blind yourselves by spraying poison on us first?” Mo Yang sneered, walking over to the now-suffering Little Hou. He morphed the shape of his proverb into something resembling an electric shock stick, pressing it firmly against Little Hou.
The youngster widened his eyes, just before hearing the detestable adult say, “Kids should do what kids do, like studying hard or playing sports. Being addicted to online games isn’t good for your physical and mental health. This time, consider it a lesson from me. Next time, who knows what might happen?”
With Little Hou taken care of, Mo Yang coldly eyed Qing Nu, Fei Ying, and the others.
Qing Nu tried to appear defiant, which made Mo Yang roll his eyes. Fei Ying and the two silent ninjas didn’t utter a word. Only Crow, who hadn’t initially approached, was now in a panic. He faced a dilemma—should he just run or simply kneel and beg for mercy?!
Though he desperately didn’t want to admit that his created poison didn’t work at a critical moment and might have been directly countered, he understood the situation. Things looked grim now. To kneel or not was a difficult decision!
Crow was torn, and as the silent ninjas couldn’t hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground, turning into lifeless bodies, Fei Ying and Qing Nu, though still struggling, seemed to be at their limits.
Qing Nu seemed to have realized this too, and for some reason, she decided to deliver a final harsh remark before facing death: “Yang Heigou, don’t get cocky! Emperor Qin won’t spare you! As long as this plan fails, you’ll never stand a chance against Emperor Qin!”
Mo Yang raised an eyebrow, while Crow beside him covered his eyes. Sometimes Crow thought Qing Nu was incredibly clever, as if she could see through human nature. But sometimes, he felt she was downright foolish. What was the point of saying such things at this moment?! Crow indeed heard Mo Yang’s voice, “Oh, thanks for the reminder. I won’t let Emperor Qin succeed in his plan, no matter what.”
Crow: “…” Heh, that remark actually had an effect, but the effect was aimed at the enemy. Crow found himself torn once again. Could he truly become a winner in life rather than cannon fodder by sticking with this team?!
Soon enough, Fei Ying and Qing Nu also fell.
Now, only Mo Yang, Wan Mei, and Crow remained in that place.
Crow watched in surprise as Wan Mei picked up a scalpel and began dissecting the brains of the two ninjas who had already fallen. He finally made a decision. Taking a step forward, he tried to make his expression as sincere as possible.
“Hey, would your team accept a guy who can make poisons and talk trash at enemies? I believe following you guys might have a better future. As for Emperor Qin, just hearing the name sounds either lame or edgy!”
Wan Mei’s hand paused, Mo Yang slightly widened his eyes as he looked… behind Crow. Then Mo Yang suddenly chuckled, “If you’re defecting, does your dear Emperor Qin know?”
Crow casually waved his hand, “Ah, just changing employers. Find a new place first, then resigning is the same! If worse comes to worst, I could even act as a mole. Even if Emperor Qin appears here now, it’s useless when he finds out anyway, hahaha~”
Mo Yang suddenly admired this person’s courage. After all, this was a proactive recruit. He couldn’t let him die without reason. So, he pointed behind Crow, sighing, “I now realize that your chosen name really suits your trash-talking occult style. It might even be a talent.”
Crow’s laughter abruptly stopped. At that moment, he felt a chill down his spine. Then, a sharp pain struck his back, and as he lowered his head, a gleaming sword pierced through his heart from behind, instantly reducing his health points to zero.
Emperor Qin withdrew the sword from Crow’s body, eyeing him as if he were trash before Crow collapsed and closed his eyes. Only then did Emperor Qin lift his gaze and lock eyes with Mo Yang.
Mo Yang shrugged, “Sorry about this, but all your followers were killed by us. My condolences.”
“However, aren’t you a bit too presumptuous? Wanting to kill us by yourself with just these followers of yours. Have you ever considered that today might be your first in-game death anniversary?!”
The moment Mo Yang said the last word, Emperor Qin, wielding the Emperor’s Sword, clashed fiercely with Mo Yang, armed with the Proverb Gun. The blade and the gun barrel met, emitting a clear sound. Then, both of them accelerated to their maximum speed, exchanging attacks.
Mo Yang had been undergoing combat training with Wan Mei and Long Xiang for months and had even practiced some marksmanship after obtaining the proverb. Each of his attacks carried a special and fierce force. However, Emperor Qin was even more skilled and adept with the sword. Mo Yang had previously suspected that Emperor Qin might be someone who could use a sword in real life, and now he was almost certain.
Emperor Qin found a dangerous opening, which Mo Yang couldn’t evade, resulting in a thin line of blood on his forehead. Seizing the opportunity, Emperor Qin launched consecutive attacks, forcing Mo Yang to retreat several steps. The tip of Emperor Qin’s sword was about to pierce Mo Yang’s heart. Suddenly, Mo Yang’s gun transformed into the shape of a shield, with a small part transforming into a miniature earpiece attached to his ear. Mo Yang roared:
“Stop!”
The amplified voice was so loud it hurt the ears, but Emperor Qin only paused for a moment before the sword still lunged toward Mo Yang!
*Clang!*
Mo Yang was forced back several steps by the force of the sword tip, but the Emperor’s Sword didn’t pierce through the Proverb Gun, which had transformed into a shield-shaped armor. Mo Yang remained unscathed.
“I told you, trying to stab me with a sword won’t work! Unless you decapitate me, putting on this armor makes me as solid as a copper pea!”
Emperor Qin’s veins bulged on his forehead, seemingly irritated by Mo Yang’s shamelessness. He pressed on, his sword glowing intensely, raining down on Mo Yang like a torrential storm.
Soon enough, Mo Yang’s arm was painted in colors. Wan Mei, at this moment, set down the objects in his hands, seemingly ready to act.
However, before Wan Mei could make a move,
Mo Yang suddenly shouted again, “Check this out!”
Emperor Qin was too tired of Mo Yang’s intermittent disruptive shouts. His eyes flashed with determination to no longer conceal his strength and to completely overwhelm this troublemaker.
He raised his head abruptly, fixing his gaze on Mo Yang.
And then, a liquid hit his mask from all directions.
“!!!”
Emperor Qin swiftly consumed a universal antidote.
However, he soon realized that this detestable person’s objective wasn’t to poison him but…
“I’ve been wanting to lift your mask and see what you look like for ages!! Now, let me have a look!”
Truly a premium corrosive potion made by the Grand Demon King, Emperor Qin’s bronze mask was instantly corroded, revealing the face he had always hidden beneath the mask.
Mo Yang: “…”
Wan Mei: “…”
Emperor Qin: “…”
Mo Yang widened his eyes in shock, and the next moment, a nearly savage mental assault struck directly into his mind!
Author’s Note –
Mo Yang: Why am I so curious? Curiosity killed the cat.
Emperor Qin: Exploded, but not dead.
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Arghhh, the cliffhanger!
Is he ugly or not????? Deadly cliffhanger right there 😭
I WANNA KNOW.