【HP-50! (Dizzy!)]
The clone's spirit point in the "bright" state is pitifully low, with only a little fixed damage.
But at the same time, the stun effect also took effect.
【HP-920! (Combat power suppression! Physical resistance!)]
【HP-50! (Real damage!)】
The bright red hurt popped out from his body, confusion flashed in Mizushima Kawakora's eyes, and he almost fell to the ground.
Even when the sword was attached and the passive defense shield popped out of her body, it didn't give her much peace of mind.
The moment the opponent's sword blade scraped over and pierced her neck... she really felt a sense of death approaching.
...The other person's eyes are still smiling.
But the act of taking human life was merciless.
She nervously glanced at her almost bottomed health bar, and for the first time she truly felt the opponent's fighting power.
The teammates next to him immediately came to help, but the damage caused did not cause Su Mingan to react at all. The opponent retreated with one blow. Both physical defense and health volume seemed to be high.
Mizushima Kawa Sora stared at each other.
In the World Forum, there are actually a lot of analyzes about the number one player.
He has a main body and a clone with two states, one focusing on the three dimensions of strength and physical agility, and the other focusing extremely on mental points. It may seem that his weakness is obvious, but once the opponent is allowed to show it, the damage caused will be devastating.
On the first night before, the werewolves came so suddenly that the other party didn't even have a chance to move in space.
But this night... they seemed ridiculously relaxed.
She resisted the feeling of dizziness and fainting that steamed up from her chest. She held the black knife on the ground and almost fainted.
"——Do you want to consider cooperation?"
Su Mingan stood on the rafter and looked at them: "If cooperation cannot be achieved, I might not mind being a... prophet with a knife who can confront werewolves."
"Idiot." A werewolf said.
Su Mingan's eyes narrowed slightly.
And in the hands of the werewolf below, blood-red light shone brightly for a moment.
A strip-shaped object suddenly appeared on the werewolf's hand. Due to the black fog, the object could not be seen clearly, but the moment the object appeared, the whole room began to shine, and a formation was covered with blood-red markings. , rising in an instant.
"Su Ming'an, you don't think we haven't studied ways to deal with you." A light green mark appeared on the man's body, and the mark was firmly in front of him, completely blocking the space fluctuations: " Your abilities are too single. As long as I can defend against you, it will be easy to defeat you... You... don't really think that you have won by strength, right?"
"You are really very hostile to me, and your remarks also reveal an extremely stupid and blind arrogance." Su Mingan said: "Let me guess... the way you talk like this, you should be Mizushima Kawaharu? It's a pity. What's more, you don't even have the capital to win until now. Compared with your sister, Miss Mizushimagawa, who is known as the future of mankind, you should be the one who should feel inferior."
"Ha, as expected, the main body is more pleasing to the eye... Your clone in this state is really annoying." The man sneered, and his movements were obviously more violent. The next moment, blood-red marks instantly enveloped him. Come up!
Su Mingan held the sword, avoided the mark and jumped down.
But the tattoo followed him like a shadow, clinging to him in an instant.
But unexpectedly, at the moment of contact, the two did not explode each other, but seemed to suddenly stagger, pushing each other and cutting past each other, like two slippery fish.
The next moment, the sword blade whirled, cutting down several werewolf players to the ground, and the blood-red mark finally fell on him.
"Pull--" There was a slight sound, and then, Su Mingan fell down.
There was a blood-colored mark stuck to his body, which instantly wiped out the white light in the space around him.
Both parties fell to the ground at the same time.
"Well..." Mizushima Kawakora held his head and gritted his teeth. His body was so weak that he could hardly stand up.
She felt like there was a big spoon stirring in her mind, causing her vision to shake. She felt so sick that she wanted to retching on the spot.
She tried to calm down the surging feeling in her chest and quickly looked at her health bar - fifty points remaining.
Suddenly, a wave of fear crawled up my spine like ants.
If the equipment on her body were not geared towards increasing physical strength and her physical defense was high enough, she would probably have died from the opponent's sword.
The opponent's sword... shone with a snow-white light when it struck. What made her feel sick was mainly the white light, not the blade itself.
...She saw the number jumping out of her body, [True Damage], and it actually had this effect.
The public opinion deliberately created by Edward's people did not seem to engulf the other party...but it was them themselves who despised the other party because of the deliberately belittling remarks they concocted.
...How could they think that the first player has no actual combat ability?
Perhaps the first player's abilities in previous copies were not combat-related, leading them to think that he was just a chatty player.
She turned her head with some difficulty and looked at her teammates. Green tattoos were firmly protecting them in front of them, blocking the waves of aftermath.
"Be careful, be careful about his body..." Mizushima Kawakora squeezed out a reminder from the gap between her lips. She remembered that there was such an unstable threat.
"It doesn't matter." The teammate with the green tattoos on his body said. He seemed to be in good condition. While talking, he slowly got up from the ground: "My red tattoos are just to target This skill of his.”
He stood up slowly, staggered half a step, then stood firm, and looked at Su Ming'an who was lying on the ground:
"People on the forum analyzed that the main body and the avatar communicate with each other's five senses. Therefore, if there is any situation on your side, the main body will receive it immediately."
"That's right, and what next?" Su Mingan was restrained so much that he couldn't move, but he still looked up at the man who was wrapped in black mist as if he didn't feel any danger.
"So..." the man slowed down his tone, as softly as a whisper: "...if your side hurts, your body's side will also hurt, right?"
Mizushima Kawakora had a premonition of something.
"Wait, isn't this too..." She couldn't help but say something.
...It's too much.
She was determined to stop her teammates.
Whether it was normal competition or a battle of wits, there were so many spectators watching. If her teammates tried this kind of torture method to extract confessions, she was really afraid that those crazy "First Player Fans" would give them a headache on the forum. Spray it off.
...is not glorious either.
Originally, this kind of targeted behavior was not very honorable.
"Mizushima River, you don't have to worry about it." In Mizushima River's clear field of vision, the man showed an extremely weird smile: "This is just...a feast that belongs to me alone. He doesn't think he can do it himself. To obtain light and righteousness, do you want to shine before everyone’s eyes?”
As the man spoke, the sword flashed in his hand, and his smile became weirder and thicker: "...Then, I will show his most failed and most unbearable side in front of everyone."
Mizushima Kawakora frowned slightly as she watched her teammate step by step towards Su Ming'an who was lying on the ground.
She opened her mouth, wanting to dissuade him, but she recalled Su Ming'an's crazy performance in the ring after the end of the second world, and tilted her head hesitantly.
"...Wait a minute."
But what she didn't expect was that besides her, another teammate also stopped her: "Wait a minute, this is inappropriate."
"...What's inappropriate?" The teammate holding the knife turned back, with a hint of obvious impatience in his tone.
"It's not appropriate." His teammates repeated, shaking their heads: "...it's not appropriate no matter what."
"Are you kidding me?" The teammate holding the knife sneered: "You almost died just now, and you still said that you would fight for the camp, and now you are telling me this? And you, Mizushima River, you Don't you regard this guy as your only enemy? I still remember the declaration of war you posted on the forum... Although you have deleted it, I remember that he clearly declared war on you. Why, to this day Now, you can’t bear it any longer? Are you like Lu Shu, that licking dog, and have fallen in love with this guy? Have you forgotten his attitude towards the Light Chaser?"
"...It's inappropriate." Mizushima Kawakawa glanced at the barrage in his live broadcast room.
They were all saying "stop here", "don't bully Brother Ming'an!" "Why are you targeting him so much!" "Sister Mizushimakawa is actually such a person..." "Bad people! They are all bad people!" "Knife" Just do it, don’t do this to the first player!" Such a naive barrage.
She had expected this.
In fact, except for the upper-level players who have clearly defined their camp and favor Edward's faction, the vast majority of lower-level players and middle-level players absolutely support the first player's faction.
The number one player has gained so much along the way. The title of "number one player" is also officially recognized by the organizer and has never been away from it for a moment. No matter how latecomers compete, they can only fight for the last name... not to mention Not yet.
Mizushima Kawakora and the others were targeting him like this just because the hostility was already established and there was no way out.
But in fact, this person's appeal is extremely terrifying. Just look at the popularity of his live broadcast room and you will know that as long as the other party raises their arms, countless viewers can transform into forum watering cans, voluntarily become light chasers, and blast them on the world forum. These were directed at his people.
Haven't you noticed that the group of people who call themselves "Lighthouse System Supporters" on the World Forum have ravaged almost every hot post - they can be found almost everywhere.
The other party is the natural core of the world, and they have a large amount of tap water. They have tried their best to manipulate public opinion, but it has only a slight effect. If they really want to fight... In the current situation, even the audience in her live broadcast room can't wait for themselves. Go to the rescue and stand on this person's side without hesitation.
...This is the first player.
...That's why Edward and the others want to seize his crown, replace him, and become him.
…After all, who doesn’t want to be at the core of being embraced by the world?
"Okay, don't use torture. There is too much pressure from public opinion." Mizushima Kawakora said, "Just kill him. If the main body doesn't come out, find an opportunity to kill him tomorrow."
"Hmph..." The teammate holding the knife snorted, a little dissatisfied, but still put the knife back.
Mizushima Kawakora finally recovered from the spatial dizziness. She held the black knife, staggered over and raised the black knife.
"Goodbye, self-righteous "prophet"." She said, and the sharp edge suddenly appeared on the black knife.
"...So, goodbye, Miss Werewolf?" She saw that the other party, who had no resistance, was actually smiling at her.
Mizushima Kawakora vaguely sensed something was wrong. It would be too easy to say that this was all the opponent had to rely on...
She noticed something flashing across her line of sight, and when she lowered her gaze, she saw something silvery-white in his hand.
[Testing in progress...]
[Detection completed, target name: mechanical explosives, from the White Sun Floating City in the second world, extremely threatening...]
Mizushima Kawakora's pupils shrank suddenly.
The moment the black knife fell and the blood exploded, she saw the man lying on the ground with a madman-like smile on his face.
"——Together with the most important prophet, go to hell, my dear werewolves."
His smile was bright and deep, like the last ray of light after the sunset.
The silvery white thread was pulled in an instant.
The temperature suddenly rose so quickly that no one had time to react.
"Run..." Her heart suddenly lifted, her steps turned slightly, and before the words even came out of her mouth -
"boom--!"
Blazing white flooded everything.
The violent explosion resounded throughout the endless quiet night, and the bright white light enveloped the entire small house, illuminating the place like daylight, as if it had fallen into a black and white quagmire.
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