But he had naturally infused it in advance, placed it in his personal space, and now he could activate it directly.
In a fit of anger, Small Knife subconsciously used this one-ti treasure.
At this mont, Ma Guardian still had a confident smile on her face.
Not to ntion Level 80, even Level 100 would die; this is a talisman refined by an Immortal Master.
Then, she saw the Wind Blade was actually blocked. Unfortunately, before she could show a surprised expression, she was already hit by the black light.
"I-I admit defeat!" Subsequently, Ma Guardian hurriedly shouted, as she also felt the imminent danger of death.
"You spoke too late," Small Knife said coldly, not striking again.
Ma Guardian sensed sothing was wrong because the audience had started to exclaim.
Especially the fatal dense aura surrounding her.
Ma Guardian wanted to say sothing but found she couldn’t.
She wanted to move but could not.
Looking at herself, she found she had turned as black as ink.
She was actually lting; her flesh and blood were lting, exposing her bones.
Whether or not her fearful expression showed, she lted into black liquid within a short ti in front of everyone.
This liquid corroded the ground around it with a sizzling sound and then evaporated rapidly, leaving nothing behind.
"Is this even a human?" Public test players observed the spectacle, while closed beta players saw the intricacies.
That famous talisman, which only an Immortal Master could manufacture, how could they not recognize it?
It was actually blocked.
And this counter-kill thod was too terrifying.
Is this still a public test player? It’s simply a monster.
"Such a delicate beauty, turned into black water just like that? What a waste," soone said, clearly one of the onlookers, a public test player.
Only they focused on different things, rely watching the excitent, unable to understand the deeper aning.
"If it were other players, they’d be dead. But not Ma Guardian," the Swordsman mumbled.
The burly Martial Artist beside him also nodded dumbly.
They were also Level 80 strongn, yet only mbers of this rchant convoy, obeying orders from the North Witch Branch President, as subordinates.
While these two Guardians were also Level 80, they were Guardians, on par with the North Witch Branch President.
The treatnt was naturally worlds apart.
What was the reliance on?
Wind Guardian relied on Blood and Qi Divine Speed, dominating them, and the mont Residual Blood Finger was unleashed, it was an instant kill; this was the capital.
While Ma Guardian didn’t have such strong offensive power, she ca from the Western Wilderness, the region with the fewest players at birth, full of mystery.
The famous Flesh and Blood Desolation Skill from the Western Wilderness; even the full strength of Wind Guardian couldn’t kill Ma Guardian.
There were even players who claid that even the low-level thods of Immortal Masters couldn’t kill Ma Guardian.
Over here, Small Knife hadn’t heard the system prompt for his third victory?
"Not dead?" Small Knife vigilantly looked at the black liquid, which had evaporated and dissipated? Not dead yet?
Just now, he was a bit regretful for wasting a one-ti Great Witch Artifact, but now it seed that this was indeed the Four Seas Comrce Association’s powerhouse.
As if in response, a horse pulling a cart suddenly neighed, suddenly struggling frantically as if mad.
Before others could calm it, the horse’s head exploded, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and Ma Guardian’s charming head erged.
Her head actually erged from the shattered horse’s head.
Such bizarreness imdiately triggered cries of surprise from many player viewers.
Today indeed broadened everyone’s horizons.
The horse corpse collapsed without its head.
After that, Ma Guardian actually crawled out of the horse’s corpse.
Everyone’s eyes widened, unable to care about the eerie bizarreness.
Crawling out from inside the horse’s corpse, Ma Guardian smiled charmingly, just about to speak when her expression changed.
A look of fear appeared on her face.
A black spot, like an ink dot, appeared in the center of her forehead, quickly spreading, and within seconds she had turned into a black person and lted away.
Before she could say anything, the black liquid flowed down, the remaining skeleton was also black, and similarly, in just a few seconds, it beca a puddle of black water.
Seeing this, the expression of closed beta players who had seen much was imaginable.
This was beyond what shock could describe.
The scene appeared exceptionally eerie.
"Actually? Still not dead?"
Small Knife, on guard, checked inside his dantian, where the faint, patterned transparent golden bell was infused with all his Blood Qi, barely restored and barely able to activate for defense.
As the system hadn’t yet comnted on the victory or defeat of the third round, it proved that the Black Woman was not dead.
Suddenly.
The terrifying wailing sounded again, this ti from the Level 80 Black Scale Horse, which twisted a few tis.
Sure enough, it happened.
Terror akin to human fear appeared in the horse’s eyes, then it actually spoke.
"You, you, how can a public test player be this strong? A closed beta player wouldn’t bear to use such a treasure; you, are you the legendary alpha test player?" This voice, belonging to Ma Guardian, was filled with fear.
"Please spare ! I...!"
Imdiately after, the Level 80 Black Scale Horse collapsed to the ground, rapidly turning black, and dissolved into black water.
The black water corroded the ground, evaporating cleanly in ten-odd seconds.
Beep: Congratulations, you have won the third duel and secured the final victory.
Small Knife finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It was only now that he realized the terror of the Great Witch Artifact; indeed, there was great fear.
"The legendary alpha test player, we surrender, accepting the bet and admitting defeat." The North Witch Branch President, sowhat shattered, maintained so semblance of formality in his speech before leading the convoy away dejectedly.
"The Flesh and Blood Desolation Skill of the Western Wilderness truly lives up to its na," thought Small Knife to himself with a sigh of relief—fortunately, his Great Witch Artifact was even more formidable.
The sycophantic flattery was rather botherso, sucking up in the ga was so direct, causing Small Knife to get goosebumps, but to maintain his image, he forced a few smiles and soon entered the Witch Residence.
The online forums in reality exploded.
Previously, the public test players were making wild claims, shouting incessantly, eagerly watching the fun, boasting of dragon and tiger battles.
While closed beta players watched like clowns, coldly observing; in their perception, how long had the public test just started?
How could this team from the Four Seas Comrce Association possibly lose? Impossible.
The first expert of public test? Haha, what a joke.
In the end, it was a face slap.
What scared them more was, could that person be an alpha test player?
The more they thought, the more possible it seed; there was no way public test players could be this formidable.
Closed beta players couldn’t be this reckless.
And closed beta players had already been in the ga for many years, but among them always circulated rumors of alpha test players, though never proven.
It was like a legend, yet not baseless.
As so clues still lingered, they had searched for them before.
At this ti, the Four Major Forces had already convened an online eting about this because only under their powerful influence could they gain more information about alpha test players.
Those people seed to have left this world, referring to the ga world.
This information mostly ca from so real-life secrets.
The eting’s content did not leak out.
However, afterward, the rumor privately circulated that alpha test players had already left the Second World, and that the first expert of public test was the rebirth of an alpha expert player.
Small Knife had logged off, with Mountain Grass busily overwheld on his end, as many major forces and companies were eager to connect and inquire about purchasing the Cultivation Technique and how to obtain a Spirit Root.
Each implied they could spare no expense or cooperate.
But, Mountain Grass was powerless and could only make excuses.
He knew the reason for Brother Dao’s strength, which had nothing to do with alpha test players.
In the Second World, at Wolf Fang Pass, Small Knife had posted a task, and a Witch had already accepted the task, stationed at Wolf Fang Pass.
The reason was nothing but that Small Knife could afford it.
Beginning that day, Small Knife imrsed himself almost entirely in reality.
He changed his attitude towards those ssy affairs, primarily focusing on arduous cultivation.
The victory in the ga didn’t make him lose his head; seeing the alpha test players disappear in real life, with so speculating they all died of old age, startled him.
Admonishing himself, what’s the use of being formidable in the Second World, reality is the key, he shouldn’t be foolish with his unique conditions, and he should distinguish between primary and secondary.
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