readsfreenovel Chapter 431 - 105: Yes! I Am a Cheater! So What? Not Convinced?
Chapter 431 - 105: Yes! I Am a Cheater! So What? Not Convinced?
Zhao Gang trembled violently, his eyes filled with utter madness and despair. His once-crimson eyes were now shot through with blood.
He felt the Power of Regeneration inside him instantly extinguish. He watched his health bar on the panel steadily drop by 2% per second, with no sign of recovery.
Zhao Gang’s mental defenses completely collapsed. He gripped the Shadow Battle Blade tightly in both hands, his roars filled with hysterical desperation as he asked the one question nearly every PVP player asks when faced with a hopeless situation:
"Are you fucking cheating!?"
Qin Feng grinned, his expression completely unconcealed. Instead, it radiated an extreme, ostentatious arrogance as he taunted him playfully:
"Yeah! I’m a cheater! What’s up? You got a problem with it?"
He advanced slowly with his Beheading Sword, its tip still gleaming with the golden Holy Light from a Sigmar Combat Priest. His eyes were full of amused contempt.
"If you’ve got a problem, then come and kill me. If you have the guts, strike me down right now. If not, just wait quietly to be poisoned to death. Stop wasting my time."
With that, Qin Feng resumed his attack, peerless and fierce!
He tapped his toes, instantly activating the Phantom Step Technique that came with his Legendary Level Combat Skills. His figure transformed into several faint golden phantoms, weaving like a ghost through the lingering corrosive black mist and leaving afterimages in his wake.
By now, Zhao Gang’s composure had shattered. His crimson, bloodshot eyes were unfocused yet radiated utter madness. His blocks were chaotic, like the wild dance of a madman, and his dodges were half a beat too slow. His entire body was riddled with openings.
Qin Feng seized the opportunity. His assault was fast and vicious. With a sudden turn of his blade, a cold glint flashed, and he sliced open a wound on Zhao Gang’s shoulder so deep the bone was visible!
Zhao Gang convulsed in pain and cried out, instinctively raising a hand to cover the wound, which only exposed an even greater opening.
Qin Feng spun and delivered a thunderous side-slash, adding another gruesome gash to Zhao Gang’s thigh. The dark green poison spread instantly, making Zhao Gang’s knees buckle as he nearly collapsed!
Taking advantage of Zhao Gang’s desperate defense and chaotic state, Qin Feng thrusted his sword tip forward, precisely piercing the defense on his lower abdomen and inflicting yet another wound!
Zhao Gang stumbled back, pressing his hands tightly against the wound on his abdomen. Dark green, poison-laced blood seeped through his fingers. All color drained from his face, leaving only a deathly pallor.
He gasped for air, his throat making a ragged, wheezing sound. The madness in his eyes gradually gave way to despair. His body trembled uncontrollably, and every breath pulled at the wounds all over his body, sending him into spasms of pain.
With every wound, dark green poison flooded in, instantly maxing out the stacking effect of "Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning"!
Zhao Gang’s health bar no longer fluctuated. It plummeted at a terrifying rate of 10% per second.
He stared intently at his rapidly falling Blood Volume on the panel, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks and his lips trembling, unable to form words. His Abyssal Talent, "Power of Regeneration," was completely suppressed by "Divine Gift: Forbidden Healing Power," showing not even the slightest sign of Healing.
A thick shadow of death washed over him like a tide, instantly enveloping him completely. He could clearly feel his Life Force rapidly draining away from every wound; even the strength to struggle was quickly fading!
Finally, with his health horrifically dropping by 10% per second, Zhao Gang’s Life Value plummeted to the system-locked 1% threshold!
He was bathed in blood, the dark green poison having already seeped into his very bones. His body lay limp on the ground, twitching uncontrollably. He could only let out a guttural, dying whimper, his eyes vacant and dead. He had no strength left to even lift a hand in resistance.
Qin Feng stepped forward slowly and raised his Beheading Sword high. Divine Energy gathered into a brilliant Light Blade as the final strike, "Punishment," fell without hesitation!
"PSHHHT!"
With the muffled sound of the Light Blade piercing his body, the already precarious health bar above Zhao Gang’s head was instantly emptied.
At the same time, a deep blue light flashed in Qin Feng’s eyes. The Passive effect of "Divine Gift: Eye of the Hunter" activated at full power. An invisible suction force erupted from the blade, directly yanking out Zhao Gang’s dissipating Soul Fragments. Right in front of his fading consciousness, it forcibly destroyed a third of his soul’s essence!
"So it’s true..."
A hoarse murmur escaped Zhao Gang’s throat, bloody foam trickling from the corner of his mouth. A flicker of understanding crossed his vacant eyes, but it was overshadowed by a bone-deep resentment.
"You... used ’Sealed Resurrection’ to kill my brother..."
Each word seemed to drain the last of his strength. The moment he finished speaking, the final glimmer of light in his eyes died out. His body crashed heavily to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell still, becoming a cold corpse saturated with dark green poison.
[Battle Concluded!]
[Your Life Value has been permanently increased through "Bloodthirsty"!]
[Some of your Attribute Values have been permanently increased through "Bloodthirsty"!]
[In this battle, the opponent was a devout Abyssal Fanatic. You failed to capture any enemies!]
[For beheading an Abyssal Divine Chosen and sacrificing the evil Divine Chosen’s soul, you have received the favor of the King of War. You have obtained Divine Chosen Spoils from the enemy’s corpse... 100,000 Dragon Drills, Super Healing Potion, Otherworldly Sword and Saber (Weapon) x1, various Magic Materials, various Manufacturing Materials]
Just as the system’s cold notifications exploded in his mind, Qin Feng’s Field of View suddenly twisted and warped.
Amid the chaotic light and shadow, a familiar dizzy spell washed over him like a tide, instantly yanking him from the modern world. After the brief blurriness in his vision faded, the scene before him had completely changed.
He found himself in an utterly vast, gray world. A strange sense of mystery intertwined with a desolate monotony, creating an atmosphere so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
In the distance, layers upon layers of stairs coiled upward like a great serpent, supporting a lone, gray dais. Atop the dais, on a blood-red throne that was the only splash of color, a blurry figure was reclining. Its face was perpetually hidden in a gray shadow so thick it was impossible to see through.
Although the figure remained silent, its gaze was like countless tangible threads, winding tightly around him. It traced Qin Feng’s form at the bottom of the stairs inch by inch, its scrutiny bordering on Greed, as if trying to pierce through his flesh and bone to reach the very depths of his soul.
The next second, the surrounding scene shifted again. A massive, somber, and solemn hall materialized out of thin air. The gray stairs beside him transformed into a long stone platform that snaked its way up toward the sky. The figure on the throne shifted from reclining to sitting upright, and an imposing aura of war that looked down on the world began to emanate from it.
A Destiny Deity!
The King of War!
These two names exploded in Qin Feng’s mind like thunder. He instinctively tightened his grip on the Beheading Sword, his knuckles turning white from the force. A fine layer of cold sweat had already broken out on his back, slowly trickling down his spine.
That pressure was ten thousand times more terrifying than that of the Tier Four Zhao Gang.
It had nothing to do with a crushing difference in power, but was an absolute intimidation originating from the depths of the soul. It was as if he wasn’t facing a creature of flesh and blood, but the very embodiment of the rules that governed all things.
Qin Feng’s breathing unconsciously grew shallow, almost holding his breath entirely. Yet, his heart pounded like a war drum, making his chest tremble.
Instinctual awe and an ingrained stubbornness warred within him. He wanted to lower his head to avoid the piercing gaze, yet he was unwilling to show the slightest hint of fear before this supreme being, forcing his back to remain ramrod straight.
But amid this extreme pressure, a mysterious power suddenly surged from within Qin Feng’s body.
The power was gentle yet domineering. It flowed rapidly through his meridians, and wherever it passed, his tense muscles and racing heart gradually calmed.
The next second, the divine pressure enveloping Qin Feng receded like a tide, vanishing without a trace and leaving not even a hint of its oppressive weight behind.
Upon the throne, a nonchalant "Hm" rumbled from the King of War’s throat. The sound then rose slightly at the end, carrying a hint of mild surprise at being interrupted, mixed with a trace of imperceptible interest.
The figure, still hidden in the shadows, seemed to lean forward slightly. Its previously casual gaze sharpened abruptly, locking onto Qin Feng like a searchlight.
"As I thought. I knew it. The divine power that ’Messy Hair’ commands has always originated from you!"
"Tingfeng!"
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