Chapter 71: Devil’s Footwork
“You don’t know Tu Dahei! He is considered the most death-fearing rookie in the history of [Gaia]!”
When Yang Weiwei said those words, her eyes were filled with admiration.
Xia Lin could not help but exclaim, “The most death-fearing?”
Yang Weiwei smiled slightly and said, “Yes, Tu Dahei is extrely, extrely afraid of death. It is even so in the virtual world! And it’s because he’s afraid of death that makes him possess life-preserving thods that astound people. It is said that Shi Xiaobai fell in love with Tu Dahei because of his impressive ability of staying alive!”
“Do you get it? Manager Xia, this seven-person free-for-all is not a competition of strength. How to survive is the key to victory! If it was Tu Dahei, because of his fear of death, he would keep a very, very low profile right from the beginning. He would try his best to keep his presence to the minimum. Even if he is no match for the other contestants, he will hide from them better than anyone. He will definitely try his best to survive!”
“So Tu Dahei might not clinch final victory, but he will definitely not be the first loser! And if he is lucky, the death-fearing Tu Dahei’s hiding and dodging might allow him to survive until there’re only two people left!”
Xia Lin was stunned hearing this. He began murmuring to himself, “The person who fears death the most knows how to survive the best…”
For [Gaia] branch, as long as they were not placed last, it would be a trendous improvent. Clearly, Wang Qiang would not be able to do it. He was not strong, furthermore, he was too provocative.
And if Tu Dahei was as Yang Weiwei described—a person who kept a low profile and was afraid of death—a miracle might be created?
“Alright, let’s do it. Weiwei, contact Tu Dahei. He shall be this week’s contestant! Also, if [Gaia] branch can escape the fate of being last this week, I’ll double your salary and promote you!”
Xia Lin patted Yang Weiwei on the shoulder, calling out a rare “Weiwei”.
Yang Weiwei was surprised. She was just trying to get out of this cramped room, who knew that she would receive such a pleasant surprise?
At that mont, Yang Weiwei felt that in this ga called life, learning the technique of “speaking nonsense” was aweso!
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In the virtual world, two figures were chasing each other with a giant colosseum as the background. It looked like they were having fun, but the atmosphere felt like enemies chasing after each other. One of them was dressed in a clown costu while the other one was brandishing a red saber. He was constantly attempting to slash at the clown.
The saber beams were bright red in color. Every slash seed to burst out into a cold blood splash. But upon careful inspection, regardless of which angle the saber sliced in—top to bottom, bottom to top, left to right, or right to left—it was unable to touch the clown in any way. The clown’s footwork was extrely strange, as though it was devilish crab. And it was this strange footwork that would dodge several saber beams from a slight move from ti to ti.
The saber-wielding person appeared extrely irritated. The way he slashed his saber was already random without pattern. He was grumbling softly, swinging his saber at the clown who was running and stopping from ti to ti. Sotis, he even used his saber as a projectile as though he was a child that had been teased to the point of losing his mind.
As for the clown, every ti the saber-wielding person threw his saber, he would stop at his spot to wait for his opponent to pick up his saber. He did not attack the saber-wielding person at all, right from the beginning. His motions were not elegant, but the way he deftly avoided attacks made him look like an elegant gentleman.
Of course, in the eyes of the saber-wielding person, this extrely provocative clown that kept dodging was like an old hooligan who sexually assaulted won!
“Octoslash!”
Suddenly, the saber-wielding person shouted. The flas in his eyes were flaring as he turned around and produced a cross cut with a vertical split. In an instant, he completed slashes from eight different directions. Eight red saber beams flew at an extrely fast speed at the clown, as though it was sealing off any route of escape!
“Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!”
Eight flesh tearing sounds erupted, as the clown’s body was split into 9 sections instantly!
The saber-wielding person, having appeared to have completed his assault, sighed heavily instead. The sigh was filled with a deep sense of exhaustion.
The nine body sections distorted and disappeared into the light. It was just a phantom image!
The true clown was standing behind the saber-wielding person. He patted the saber-wielding person on the shoulder and whispered, “You can do it.”
These three words seed to give the saber-wielder infinite motivation, hence he…threw the blood saber to the ground. With a grumble he sat on the cent ground. With his sad and indignant look, he announced his wish to die.
“God DogLeading, please do a favor and give a quick death!”
Wang Qiang was very, very tired. It was a tiredness that ca from his heart. He looked up at “IChooseDogLeading” who was dressed in a clown costu and had a clown mask on his face. This figure that was standing not very far from him had given him deep sorrowful feelings and an anger that ca from the bottom of his heart.
“It’s been an hour, a whole hour. Haven’t you had enough fun?”
Noticing “IChooseDogLeading” standing there motionless, Wang Qiang could not help but shout out in anger.
This ga of cat-and-mouse battle had lasted for an hour. Very early on, Wang Qiang had ca to the conclusion that “IChooseDogLeading” was a darn smurf. That free and easy dodging posture, that funny but agile Crab Steps, and that Wavelet Shield which would remove any danger at the most critical mont, had dodged his attacks nurous tis, as well as resolve his attacks nurous tis. The abuse had disheartened him, making him question life.
Wang Qiang once thought of choosing to quit, but his laughable pride made him persist on.
This was because he was also a smurf. In reality, he was at the seventh level of the Psionic Mortal Realm. He lowered his power to the third level to enjoy the feeling of smurfing noobs. Of course, he would occasionally encounter more powerful smurfs too, but this was the first ti he t such a sick smurf like “IChooseDogLeading”.
This sick bastard did not use a single Psionic Ability offensive skill throughout the process. All he did was dodge and the way he dodged was not simple jumping up and down or scurrying around the battle grounds. Instead, the sick bastard would quietly stand on the spot and wait for his saber to slash over before easily dodging it. When he was infuriated and began to randomly slash forward in a charge, the sick bastard would use that bizarre and unpredictable Crab Steps to dodge them all. And before he even realized it, the sick bastard would appear behind him, patting on his shoulder and encourage him with a “You can do it!”.
Sotis, he would think that he had finally struck the sick bastard, but a shield would appear at the critical mont to block the attack. Other tis, he would think that he had finally split the sick bastard into two, but be shocked to realize that it was just a unbelievable illusion.
Wang Qiang’s strength was at the seventh level of the Psionic Mortal Realm, yet he was being toyed in a third level match. Hence, he ca up with the simple conclusion that “IChooseDogLeading” was a smurf much more powerful than him.
Wang Qiang, who was also a smurf, also deeply understood why “IChooseDogLeading” did not use his Psionic Ability offensive skills the entire ti.
“He is enjoying the pleasure of smurfing his enemies till they quit!”
Wang Qiang believed he had guessed at the answer. To prevent “IChooseDogLeading” from getting his wish, he had persisted on for an hour and did not choose to quit.
And the most important reason was that he wished to seize the opportunity to slash “IChooseDogLeading” to death and then mock him, “Idiot, you f*cked up, huh?”
However, at this mont, Wang Qiang finally ca to realize the harsh reality. There was no way he could slash “IChooseDogLeading”. That clearly wasn’t Crab Steps, that was clearly a devil’s footwork in the guise of a D Class technique!
Wang Qiang felt despair and anger simultaneously.
Don’t you enjoy the pleasure of smurfing your enemy till they quit?
Fine, I will not run then!
If you have the guts, then kill !
With this thought in mind, Wang Qiang threw his saber and sat on the cent floor in the arena. His intentions were clear. I’m not playing with you, do whatever you wish!
IChooseDogLeading seed to be surprised for a mont before he suddenly waved his fists and shout, “You can do it! Don’t give up! Believe in yourself! Believe in miracles!”
Wang Qiang’s lips twisted as he said with a deep voice, “God DogLeading, hurry up and give a quick death! There is no phrase known as ‘running away’ in my, King of Leopards’ dictionary. If you insist on not attacking, I’ll keep sitting here. We can both waste ti here together!”
IChooseDogLeading fell into silence for a few monts before he sighed and said, “You win.”
Wang Qiang was stunned, what did that an?
“Player IChooseDogLeading has left the room.”
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