Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 717 I want to fight!

It's bizarre, extremely bizarre.

This was the only feeling the hawksbill turtle had at that moment.

Wu Wang faced the siege of ten players alone, and both his joking remarks and his actual actions seemed to indicate that he intended to confront them head-on.

But... is that right?

In Daimao's memory, Wu Wang was definitely an intelligent player with a very sharp mind.

Why would a player choose such a reckless fight?

Or does he actually have some other advantage?

Thinking of this, the tortoiseshell subconsciously glanced at the bracelet and happened to see the message it had received.

That was a message sent by a player she had hidden on the fourth floor before she set off.

After all, Wu Wang's foundation always seemed to be on the fourth level, so whatever strange things he wanted to do, they would most likely start from the fourth level.

Therefore, it is definitely the right thing to supervise it.

[They've gone mad! The employees on the fourth floor have all gone mad!]

[They're in direct conflict with the Smilers! And for some reason, the Smilers aren't putting up any particularly aggressive resistance, even though they clearly possess the power to kill countless employees with a flick of their wrist! They're barely putting up any fight! They're even being surrounded! Tortoiseshell! Something's wrong here!]

This news made the hawksbill turtle's gaze sharpen.

They almost immediately concluded that Wu Wang was behind this.

She looked up and shouted to the others, "Something's happened downstairs, hurry up and deal with this guy first..."

However, before the words were even finished, a vicious fang-like blade was aimed straight at the hawksbill turtle's forehead.

Even before it touched her, the chilling air made the tortoiseshell feel a faint pain between her eyebrows.

"If you're going to fight, then fight. Don't get distracted."

Wu Wang's teasing voice rang out from behind the tooth blade.

His incredible speed at which he sprinted from the encirclement to the hawksbill turtle made all the players realize something unbelievable—

This guy was hiding his true abilities!

Although his previous flight speed was also very fast, it was not at all at the point of being so fast that there was no time to react.

Damn it! It was a misjudgment!

Turtle turned her head to the side, only to find that Wu Wang's knife had also changed its attack to a horizontal slash. Realizing that she couldn't dodge it, she crushed a capsule hidden in her palm.

In an instant, the surface of the hawksbill turtle's body seemed to become translucent.

Wu Wang's fatal blow grazed her chest, but the sensation was as if it had struck some kind of light gauze material, or rather, as if it had passed right through her body.

Having dodged the attack, the hawksbill turtle quickly retreated to create distance, its heart pounding so hard that its breathing became rapid.

That was close...that was close...

If I hadn't used a one-time escape item that rendered my body in a "non-physical" state upon the next injury, making me immune to any physical attack, I probably would have been severely injured, if not killed, by that single blow.

Even if a sword move is dodged halfway through, you can still change your move and follow up with another.

This bastard's reaction time is way too fast!

Almost instantly from behind the hawksbill turtle.

The tall man was the first to rush over.

Several afterimages appeared under his feet, each one increasing his speed by a level, seemingly indicating some kind of ability to improve movement speed.

At the same time, his fist was covered with a metallic texture and smashed towards Wu Wang's back, which was not yet fully stable after his sneak attack on the tortoise shell.

However, to everyone's surprise, just as the fist was about to make contact, Wu Wang fell forward with the force of the punch, like a reed blown down by the wind.

And they didn't see the guy make any supporting posture; he just slammed his face and chest against the ground.

The expected face-plant didn't happen the next second.

On the contrary, Wu Wang's figure seemed to fall into the water, entering his own shadow without any sense of stagnation.

Those around only had time to see the shadow suddenly shrink back, and just as it made contact with the tall man's shadow, the tall man's shadow actually rose directly from the ground.

Then, like a living snake, it emerged and coiled around his knees, elbows, and neck.

The tall man's fist was stuck in mid-air, his body pressed down by his own shadow, and he stood frozen in place in an extremely unnatural posture, unable to even turn his neck.

Wu Wang slowly emerged from his own shadow, dusted off his clothes, and looked as if he had just woken up from a nap.

He said in a lazy tone, "When you fight, remember to use your brain."

"To engage in close combat without understanding the opponent's skills and items..."

"Hehehe, you're so brave!"

This is also Wu Wang's attempt to apply his new skills.

That's right. Originally, even in his "Heretical" state, his "Shadow Fighting Technique" was just a way for him to enter and exit other people's shadows, serving as a kind of auxiliary skill for sneak attacks and concealment.

But didn't the Abyss God recently express his delight and curiosity about himself, causing the Heretic title and the Vision of Truth to begin to evolve?

Just as he lay in the freezer serving as fuel for [White]'s computing power, constantly oscillating between death and resurrection.

Evolution is complete.

During the broadcast, Wu Wang discovered that the Heretic status, based on its previous effects, had further altered his skills.

For example, the [Shadow Fighting Technique] can now even materialize and control the opponent's shadow directly through contact, evolving from a support skill into a skill that combines attack and control.

After all, no one can escape their own shadow.

During the fight, the shadow kept harassing him from under his feet.

That feeling is not pleasant.

"you--"

Before the tall man could even refute, the crow launched an attack from the flank, attempting to rescue him.

He flicked a string of silver-gray silk threads from his hand. The threads seemed to come alive as they spread rapidly along the ground, intertwining and weaving along the cracks in the floor and the edges of the walls, forming a net with extremely fine lines to bind Wu Wang.

At the same time, another female player placed one hand on the talisman at her waist and muttered a few unintelligible words. Immediately afterward, the ground beneath Wu Wang's feet became sticky, like a mud pit.

If he tries to hide in the shadows again, the ground will probably cover his shadow completely.

Up and down, a net stretching to the heavens and the earth!

"Oh, you even have combo moves?"

Wu Wang joked, but his hands didn't stop moving.

Amidst the puzzled looks of the crowd, he placed his hand directly on the sharp blade of the [Alatreon Tooth Blade], and then slashed it backward with a sudden motion.

brush--

His palm was cut open, and blood splattered on the blade.

The bright red blood did not slide down the blade, nor did it stay on it. Instead, it transformed into a strange black flame that coiled around the surface of the serrated blade.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen enchantment before?" Wu Wang grinned.

He then leaped into the air to avoid the changes on the ground and sped toward the female player who was drawing the talisman.

Upon seeing this, the crow immediately gathered its silk threads, which spun into a net in the air the instant they detached from the wall, covering the area from top to bottom.

The area and speed at which it fell were enough to hit Wu Wang before he could make contact with the female player. However, the smile on Wu Wang's lips did not disappear. Instead, he swung his fanged blade and drew a large, thunderous circle in front of him. The scorching black flames swirled around him, forming something like a circus act of jumping through fire hoops.

He didn't stop at all and kept rushing towards the female player.

Before binding him, the net-like threads landed on the surrounding black flames.

Almost instantly, the silk net was burned and curled up, then lost its tension and fell limply to the ground.

The female player instinctively pulled out a transparent round shield to block.

clang--

The sound of metal colliding echoed through the hall at the moment the serrated blades and the round shield made contact.

The female player was thrown backward several times by Wu Wang's brute force, and she probably wouldn't have stopped if she hadn't hit the wall.

Wu Wang landed safely on the ground and looked at her with great interest.

The next second, to the female player's incredulous gaze, a crack appeared on the shield in her hand, and a wisp of black flame spread downwards from the crack.

This caused the crack to spread further and further, eventually reaching the point where it almost burned her hand.

The female player flung her shield away, watching helplessly as it fell to the ground and was completely burned to ashes.

"What the hell is this thing? How can it burn protective gear?"

Her face turned particularly pale.

That shield was a pretty good defensive piece of equipment, and it had accompanied her through many dungeons and battles. But unexpectedly, it was rendered useless after just one hit when it came into contact with Wu Wang's fanged blade.

This guy's equipment effects are way too overpowered!

It should be noted that Wu Wang's [Black Dragon Tooth Blade] in its current [Heretical] state can not only turn his own blood into a black flame enchantment, but also reduce the healing effect on wounds and burn the durability of other people's equipment.

If the black flames are not extinguished in time, normal equipment will be burned to a crisp very quickly, just like this shield.

But Wu Wang wouldn't explain any of this. He simply gripped the dagger [Swallowing Thief] in his hand, and sprang up from the ground with a sway.

At the same time, seven identical figures emerged from his body, like seven bursts of ink brushstrokes, each rushing towards a player.

Each clone's movements are different; some wield swords and slash straight down, some bend their knees and sweep their legs, and some wield elemental guns to unleash a barrage of bullets...

The entire hall instantly transformed into a chaotic battlefield.

The tall man finally managed to break free from his own shadow, but before he could even catch his breath, one of his clones kicked him in the shin, forcing him to kneel.

He looked up, wanting to curse again, but saw the clone mouthing something to him—

"Practice makes perfect."

The shape of his mouth was very clear; he had deliberately positioned himself at this angle so that he could see it.

The tall man was furious.

He pulled a deep red pill from his pocket and put it in his mouth. His muscles swelled up as if inflated, and his skin shone with a metallic, iron-gray luster.

This thing can double all his attributes in a short period of time.

He then unleashed a powerful punch at the clone, confident that if it landed, it would not only destroy a person, but also likely collapse a normal building.

But he didn't face the dodging of the clone, or rather, the opponent was simply blasted apart by a single punch.

Instead, the clone raised its hand, opened it into a palm, and met the attack head-on.

boom--

The fist and palm collided without any fancy moves.

The tall man was stunned, and so were the other players around him.

Because the clone showed no signs of dissipating, it actually caught the punch and then used its palm to poke his armpit at a tricky angle.

The man winced in pain at the sensitive spot and flinched.

The clone took the opportunity to get close and demonstrate to everyone the profoundness of martial arts culture.

The seamless transitions between each move are enough to make one's scalp tingle.

The tall man was beaten senseless in the blink of an eye.

He was kneeling on one knee, panting heavily, his body covered in bruises, his face swollen like a pig's head from being beaten.

"Damn it...that can't be right..."

"Why does this bastard's clone have such speed and strength?"

This subconscious吐槽 (tu cao, a form of online commentary or criticism) also made players realize a problem—

Logically speaking, a clone skill can only inherit a certain degree of the original's values. Even if it can inherit 100%, it can only be comparable to the original and cannot surpass it!

If Wu's clone did not inherit 100% of the value.

So how high are his own attribute values?

At this moment, the expressions on everyone's faces when they looked at Wu Wang were no longer those of someone confidently catching a turtle in a jar.

It's actually a strange way of looking at monsters.

Judging from his performance, it's clear that this guy isn't a player who focuses solely on stat-based physical training.

Then the problem is coming.

What happens when a player with a mechanic-based and intelligence-based character also possesses the stats of a physical-based player?

The left hand deals high damage, the right hand deals high damage.

It has both the necessary mechanisms and the necessary data.

Suddenly, everyone began to feel uneasy.

"He seems... to be able to take on ten of us..."

Although this fact is hard to accept, it seems to be the way things are going so far.

At this moment, Wu Wang's true form, wielding an obsidian-like dagger, was weaving among them, occasionally striking when everyone was busy dealing with his clone.

That dagger was also particularly strange.

Even if you are only scratched by it and the skin is not broken, leaving only a slight white mark, you will still feel a splitting headache, as if your head is being repeatedly struck by a large bell.

This thing attacks the soul!

He even had several opportunities to deliver a fatal blow when one of them staggered after being ambushed, but he never did, instead maintaining an extremely ambiguous distance.

That feeling of being able to handle things with ease is like...

He's constantly trying out new skills and moves!

Damn it! We've become practice targets!?

This sense of humiliation was even more unbearable than Wu Wang immediately eliminating them.

There was even a strange sense of frustration.

A strange idea began to sprout in their minds.

I really want to confront this guy and ask him—

"You're such a good fighter! Why were you running away before?!"

"It's fun to play hide-and-seek with us, isn't it!" (End of Chapter)