Were the gangs squatting at the spawn points malicious? Of course, they were.
In the hundreds of years of Virtual Realm’s existence, they were one of the most shaless industries, a stubborn disease that couldn’t be eradicated, because they wielded weapons, being E-Class and D-Class ‘big accounts,’ wielding weapons specifically to bully F-Class ‘small accounts.’
It was like battlefield soldiers specifically killing civilians.
But the problem was, few people bothered them.
The first reason was the penalty for initiating murder; these people didn’t have that many valuable things on them. The real big accounts weren’t bothered to bear the penalty for them.
Not being able to buy things from the mall was quite a setback.
The second reason was that while blank accounts didn’t fear the penalty, blank accounts couldn’t beat them!
Now, finally, a blank account had appeared, one that could slaughter them wantonly, and even delete and remake their account in minutes after being penalized.
Throughout history, only Qing Chen could do this…
Those gangs still didn’t know how disgusting a thing it was to let soone like Qing Chen, a Knight, exploit a bug in the system. Chen Yu of East Continent, perhaps had the most say in this.
Qing Chen stealthily approached spawn point 002. He curiously looked at the underground city, only to see pipes twisting and turning across the ceiling,
Walking among them was like walking through a ruin of steel.
On both sides of the narrow streets, many people squatted on the ground selling goods, each secretly hiding what they were selling; their clothes were also exceptionally disheveled.
Drip.
Where Qing Chen walked, water dripped from the joints of the overhead pipes and fell to the ground.
Virtual Realm was too realistic; even the dilapidated feeling of these underground pipes was so real.
He asked FFF, “Were these roads always like this, or did they slowly beco like this?”
FFF said, “I know what you want to ask; whether this world will naturally evolve…yes, it’s like the real laws of nature. Cities will be affected by the climate, factory sewage will pollute rivers, and its exhaust fus will fill the sky with haze, which will make people sick. Even if you don’t enter 365 multi-verse worlds, even if you don’t fight with people, you might die of plague and disease. Steel will slowly rust, wood will slowly rot, only players are eternal.”
Qing Chen thought to himself, this really was a complete world: “How did the underground city co about?”
“This underground city was the original city of Virtual Realm’s second era. Back then, everyone still liked the steampunk style, so they built it this way. Later, people got tired of the dark and gloomy scenery and started building the aboveground city. Now this is just an extension of the ground city’s infrastructure; these passages are for pipeline maintenance,” FFF said, “Most have moved to the surface, leaving only the shady businesses to be done here. The terrain is complex and maze-like, convenient for dispersing loot and avoiding enemies, slowly becoming a city. Now everyone calls it… Shadow City. By the way, 002 spawn point is up ahead.”
Qing Chen said, “Turn on the video; rember to shoot it clearly.”
FFF was stunned for a mont, then hurriedly fumbled to take out his phone and aid it at Qing Chen’s back.
In the distance, a gang of seven people were leaning against the walls of the steel corridor; the incandescent lamps overhead, due to age and disrepair, would occasionally flicker.
Qing Chen’s right hand was behind his back, the hilt of his lightsaber hidden at his waist.
He walked rhythmically down the corridor, each step falling on a certain rhythm; FFF felt that the other person and everything here had suddenly rged together.
In fact, Qing Chen didn’t deliberately try to blend in with the environnt; he was simply constantly contracting and relaxing his muscles, adjusting his entire state to the optimum.
Even in this Virtual Realm, even if he were an ordinary person, his muscles and body had to completely obey his will!
The mont Qing Chen entered a combat state, he was a true beast.
The seven gang mbers were still leaning against the corridor, joking around, discussing where to go next, four on the left and three on the right.
When they saw Qing Chen approaching, they casually shooed him away, “This road is blocked; scram.”
But at that mont, after hearing their voices, Qing Chen just kept his head down and continued walking forward, but he walked faster and faster.
“Didn’t we tell you to scram?” a gang mber straightened up impatiently.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Qing Chen revealed his weapon, his lightsaber hidden at his waist suddenly burst forth.
FFF, not far away, only felt a blur in his eyes; he saw Qing Chen suddenly accelerate again, like an arrow leaving a bow, rushing through the crowd of gangsters, his lightsaber drawing seven sword flowers in the narrow space, the edge of each petal precisely passing through the necks of the seven n.
The sword flowers were light and airy, as if they had no strength, but they used the way of wielding weightlessness to the extre.
The wounds on the seven n’s necks were precise, each exactly 0.5 centiters deep, no more, no less, just enough to cause fatal damage to the carotid artery.
Ordinary tahumans, if they suddenly revert from the peak of A-Class to an ordinary person, would be very uncomfortable.
They couldn’t lift things they wanted to lift, couldn’t break things they wanted to break; they thought they could dominate the world, but they might not even be able to beat a drunkard.
Too many strong people, after being promoted to A-Class, neglected the study of skills. After all, they were so powerful that they only needed brute force.
But Qing Chen was different; he used the Reverse Breathing Technique to challenge the Trials of Life and Death.
Qing Chen never forgot the feeling of being born from humble beginnings; he even frequently reviewed it.
At this mont, it was as if ti had returned to the mont he had just transmigrated; he seed to have just arrived at Prison 18.
Did he need A-Class strength?
No.
Even if he were to beco an ordinary person again, he could still fight his way to the top.
Retracing his path to promotion, Qing Chen felt that his understanding of fighting skills was more solid.
Thump, thump… The seven gang mbers fell to the ground behind him one after another. FFF watched this scene and was shocked.
At first, he noticed that Qing Chen, as a newcor, had repeatedly failed the trials; he thought this was a powerful and unyielding young man.
Indeed powerful, very powerful, worthy of investnt.
But FFF suddenly realized that at that ti, Qing Chen had just entered the Virtual Realm and hadn’t yet had ti to familiarize himself with his body before being repeatedly killed.
And now, Qing Chen was beginning to familiarize himself with this world, beginning to familiarize himself with his body.
The power he had admired earlier was still not the end.
Compared to the first two videos of the fights, the earlier ones showed absolute bloodlust and ferocity, but in this video, Qing Chen showed absolute mastery of body control skills, as well as superb control of combat distance.
These were completely different styles, completely different!
Fff suddenly couldn’t help but wonder, who exactly was this White Light? Was he so S-Class combat master who had just suffered a Waterloo in the multiverse? No, Qing Chen had a key when he was first born; this was a new account.
Was he a famous real-world combat master? No, known big nas were famous in the Virtual Realm.
Was he so hidden expert, a genius who had just left seclusion and started entering the Virtual Realm?
Fff secretly shook his head; it shouldn’t be; even the geniuses of the Roosevelt family didn’t have such a powerful figure.
While pondering, Qing Chen turned back and smiled, “What are you standing there for? Gather the things, and then we’ll go to the next spawn point.”
“Oh, oh, okay,” FFF quickly went to where the bodies disappeared, bent down to pick up the lightsabers, keys, and cash dropped by the seven gang mbers.
This ti, there were even more lightsabers than before.
The stocky FFF stood up straight; he suddenly realized that he didn’t know since when he had started to obey this ‘big shot’.
The stocky FFF stood up straight; he suddenly realized that he didn’t know since when he had started to obey this ‘big shot’!
He pondered for a mont; perhaps it was everything the other party had shown that made him subconsciously lower his posture.
But, facing such a figure, following him to pick up money, lowering his posture didn’t seem shaful.
Fff chased after him and shouted, “Wait a mont; you can’t use the lightsaber you just used anymore; sign your na on it before changing to another one. Next ti we kill at a spawn point, you change to a new lightsaber; after you kill, sign your na on it. These are battle souvenirs with video authentication, limited edition. Without video evidence, they’re worthless. If they’re too nurous, they’re also worthless.”
Qing Chen just killed his way through, from 001 to 027.
He suddenly rembered the line from the movie…Back then, I held two waterlon knives and hacked my way from Southern Heavenly Gate all the way to Penglai East Road. I hacked back and forth for three days and three nights, the blood flowed into a river.
This ti, more than twenty criminal gangs guarding the spawn points died on the street.
Fff fild twenty-seven videos; so of these gangs had as many as nine people, while others had only four or five, but he personally watched Qing Chen kill his way through.
He counted the number of people; the number of people he had killed proactively had already exceeded 100; at this ti, there was already a penalty buff!
But the problem was, when he watched Qing Chen kill people, there was no change at all; it was just that the speed of his charge had slowed down a bit.
But he still kept on killing!
At this ti, FFF discovered that after Qing Chen’s speed slowed down, he could actually predict the opponent’s movents in advance.
He carefully observed and then discovered that Qing Chen, while fighting, was constantly staring at the changes in the opponent’s body muscles; almost the mont the opponent made a move, Qing Chen had already changed his counterattack thod!
This White Light actually used this preemptive prediction to make up for the speed gap…
Fff didn’t even know how to describe this fighting technique; he only felt that the other party was constantly refreshing his understanding of combat.
It has to be said that FFF was already an old player who had studied countless videos of S-class combat masters, but he hadn’t seen anyone refine their technique to such an exquisite level.
However, as Qing Chen killed more and more gangs, his speed beca slower and slower, as if the buff was cumulative.
Moreover, those gangs began to be on high alert.
At first, the gangs acted independently; when 001 was attacked, the other spawn points didn’t know, but now that Qing Chen had been killing for a while, it was different.
Qing Chen said, “They know now.”
Fff nodded, “Yeah, soone has already posted on the Superconducting Forum, saying that an unknown person is slaughtering these gangs; they should be uniting to deal with the crisis.”
“Then don’t kill anymore; don’t kill anymore,” Qing Chen stopped, “My penalty buff has reached the critical point and is insufficient for to deal with the gangs; it’s a pity, I’ve only killed through more than twenty spawn points.”
“Only…” FFF muttered inwardly, you’ve already stained your hands with blood today, and you used the word ‘only.’
Ordinary people don’t even know that after killing more than one hundred people, for every additional person killed, the buff actually continues to stack…
Ordinary people really can’t test this effect!
Qing Chen looked at FFF, “How do you plan to sell the things?”
Fff carried a full backpack; he said, “Rest assured, I’ll sell them at the highest value possible.”
“Okay, I trust the professional,” Qing Chen nodded, “I need you to exchange them for Gene dicine that improves my abilities, and better weapons; the current lightsaber is too basic; it’s not easy to kill people with it.”
Qing Chen’s killing spree through these more than twenty spawn points was to complete the first wave of primitive capital accumulation. He wanted to quickly beco stronger in this Virtual Realm; only then would he have the confidence to fight for points.
With points, he would have the confidence to get Yi new equipnt.
Otherwise, every ti she asked, he only earned one Ling head of the chanical Heart at a ti; when would he be able to fulfill Yi’s wish?
And it was only then that FFF rembered that the other party was using… the beggar’s edition lightsaber that even combat masters disdained… He pondered for a mont and said, “Rest assured, when you co online next ti, I will have everything prepared.”
“Thanks,” Qing Chen said, then picked up the lightsaber and slashed at his neck.
Fff imdiately felt a chill; this big shot was really cruel to others, but even crueler to himself.
That kind of indifferent attitude toward life and death was impossible without having died several tis.
What kind of person was he? Was he a border army elite resisting the creatures of the Forbidden Zone? Perhaps only there could forge such a person.
However, now was not the ti to think about these things; with his full backpack, he lowered his head and ran towards his predetermined destination.
Only when he arrived at his safe house did FFF breathe a sigh of relief.
He sat down in front of the LCD screen in the room, edited the videos he had taken, and gently clicked send.
“White Light reappears after deleting his account, crushing the criminal gang at spawn point 002, eliminating evil for the people!”
The title was striking and catchy; FFF folded his arms and waited silently for the big fish to co and ask for the price.
At the sa ti, he also opened the black market website and began to choose better weapons and Gene dicine for Qing Chen.
Fff suddenly thought, if a blank account was like this, what if this White Light beca an S-class combat master? Wouldn’t he turn the Virtual Realm upside down??
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