527: Chapter 89 Wu Ming and Fish That Don’t Eat Cats 527: Chapter 89 Wu Ming and Fish That Don’t Eat Cats The sunlight rose slowly from the distant horizon.
In the dense forest of White Tiger Forest, a male and a female assassin were quietly lurking on the trunk of a large tree, observing the activity below through the gaps between the branches and leaves.
Not far away in the forest, a Level 36 Weapon Master was effortlessly farming the nearby monsters.
The Weapon Master had good gaming skills, effortlessly soloing Tiger Minion Swordsn of about Level 30.
As soon as a Tiger Minion Swordsman spawned, the Weapon Master executed a series of combos smoothly like flowing water, giving no chance for the opponent to counterattack and easily handling it.
The male assassin had no reaction to this, but the female assassin couldn’t help but send a private ssage.
“We still have to wait for how long?”
The male assassin did not answer but sent a private ssage.
Wu Ming: Don’t talk, use private ssages—until he shows a flaw.
Fish That Don’t Eat Cats: When will that be?
Wu Ming: Maybe an hour, maybe two hours, maybe a day, maybe two days…
Fish That Don’t Eat Cats: Ah, that long?
Wu Ming: As an assassin, the most important thing is to have patience, to choose the mont when the opponent is most vulnerable to make your move.
Players and BOSSes are different, their condition always fluctuates, even the strongest players will have their monts of vulnerability, and that’s when we strike.
This is your first lesson to beco an assassin, if you can’t even do this, you shouldn’t be in this profession.
Fish That Don’t Eat Cats: Oh…
One hour passed, then two hours, the Weapon Master seed tireless, except for occasionally stopping to eat so food, replenish his energy, or consu an elixir to restore so blood volu, he was almost continuously fighting.
Only two types of monsters spawn in this forest, Tiger Minion—a type of higher-level small monster that can use various weapons.
White Tiger—a rare elite, capable of dropping top-grade high-level loot.
This Weapon Master was daring enough to farm monsters alone in this area, clearly very confident in his gaming skills.
Fish That Don’t Eat Cats: This person is really determined, it’s been three hours…
Wu Ming: Professional players are all like this.
Wu Ming replied, but his gaze never left the target’s back.
He could feel that the other party was just like him, once a professional player, a brick mover, a bone collector…
In short, those who rely on playing gas to make money.
It sounds prestigious to be a professional player, but they are actually at the bottom of society, only taking on this labor-intensive job because they couldn’t make it in reality.
Only the owners of studios really make money, ordinary workers are just barely scraping by, it’s both hard and unprofitable, just making ends et, the only advantage being a low entry barrier.
But that was all in the past, ever since Wu Ming played the ga project Old Soil, he could finally hold his head high.
Wu Ming pondered, what other ga could be more lucrative than this?
However, this ti you are my project, sorry buddy, but you ssed with the wrong person.
Yes, Wu Ming was here to kill soone, the Weapon Master in front of him was a target on the Mo Ying Hall’s bounty list, with a reward of 300 taels.
Fish That Don’t Eat Cats: Master, look!
Suddenly, from within the forest, a gust of wind arose, and the figure of a white tiger slowly appeared between the trees.
White Tiger (Heavenly Strange Beast): Level 35 Elite.
Life Value: 2300.
The Weapon Master seed excited, this high-level elite monster with a very low refresh rate was likely to drop blue equipnt, and with so luck, even top-grade items.
With a swing of his large sword, the Weapon Master imdiately pounced forward, and the white tiger also roared as it charged towards him.
Man and beast instantly clashed fiercely.
The Weapon Master continuously displayed combat skills while using body movent skill to dodge the White Tiger’s attacks, relying on perfect controls, and managed to take very little damage while also outputting disabling effects continuously.
Seeing the blood volu of the white tiger drop by half.
Fish That Don’t Eat Cats: Master, aren’t we making a move yet?
Wu Ming: Not yet.
Fish That Don’t Eat Cats: In a little while the tiger will be dead, we won’t have a chance then.
Wu Ming: We’ll co back tomorrow then.
Fish That Don’t Eat Cats: But…
Wu Ming: Shh, watch.
At this mont the white tiger’s blood volu had dropped to a critical level, its crazed gaze turned blood-red, then it suddenly let out a deafening roar.
The Weapon Master’s speed clearly slowed down.
The white tiger suddenly burst forward, its speed so fast it left an afterimage.
Fierce Tiger Assault—Tiger Claw Strike—Stone-splitting Claw Power!
A series of swift combos, the Weapon Master parried left and right but was still hit twice consecutively, his blood volu drastically reduced.
The health bar visibly plumted, the Weapon Master tried to increase the distance while attempting to take a potion.
But the White Tiger didn’t give him the chance, aggressively pouncing towards him.
“Get ready.” Wu Ming suddenly whispered softly, his figure instantly disappeared above the tree trunk.
Fish That Don’t Eat Cats was montarily startled, looking around, but couldn’t find where his companion had gone.
Secret Technique—Butcher’s Skill!
The Weapon Master stepped back several steps, then suddenly faced the White Tiger and slashed with his knife, in an instant, several flashes of blade light sliced through the White Tiger’s body, the Weapon Master and the White Tiger passing by each other while maintaining the slashing motion, the White Tiger stood rigid for a mont, then suddenly collapsed with a thud, turning into a pile of chunks.
“Phew, finally handled it, soloing this elite monster is indeed a bit challenging.”
The Weapon Master talked to himself while eating blood dicine, then walked over to the corpse, ready to loot it.
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