Serial Player
Chapter 1143 - 793: Still Scraping?

Chapter 1143: Chapter 793: Still Scraping?

"If I can’t kill Li Ba, I can still kill you!"

This sentence made Wuji startle slightly, and then he shook his head.

Indeed, he had kept himself too hidden, so much so that his reputation never surfaced. In comparison with the Crownless King, such a Different Race obviously wasn’t afraid of him – a nobody.

But after all, he was the master of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, and yet a Different Race player had spoken to him like that.

No wonder the Xuanyuan Sword urged him to make a name for himself at the Hundred Generals Trial Sword.

"Hilarious, you piece of shit definitely can’t kill me." Wuji decisively flipped off the Shadow Demon. At the same time, his aura burst forth, transforming into the thick and dense Dragon Scale Illusion: "Come on, let me see who will finish the fight first, me or the general!"

The Shadow Demon didn’t waste any words and decisively took action, coiling his body into a black tornado, enveloping Wuji within it. At the same time, a series of strange phantoms emerged from the black tornado, composed of both humans and beasts – all previous prey of the Shadow Demon. Now, they had become the Shadow Demon’s assassin squad, which he would consume to strengthen himself when necessary.

Although the First Apostle sensed something bad, he immediately joined in the besiegement of Wuji. After pulling a trident from the ground, he dove into the tornado, thrusting the trident forward with a burst of red lightning.

Even though the situation was unexpected, and he was still oblivious to who Yang Dong really was, quickly eliminating this human player and then turning to deal with Li Ba seemed like the most reasonable solution.

Indeed, both the Shadow Demon and the First Apostle were aware of the danger of the great bow in Li Changhe’s hands.

They were planning to use this human player in front of them to make the other hesitate.

In other words, they saw Wuji as a shield and a cover. If they only tangled with him, then Li Ba wouldn’t launch large-scale attacks.

This was a common trait among some human players: they didn’t want to desecrate the corpses of their own kin, they were unwilling to sacrifice companions to achieve their goals, and they shied away from abandoning comrades trapped in a predicament...

As a seasoned assassin, the Shadow Demon had used this tactic to kill numerous human players before.

He just hoped that this human player could, to some extent, make Li Ba hesitate.

Of course, there were also human players who didn’t fall for this trick. They could ruthlessly abandon their teammates and kin, and even include their comrades in their attack range to win. When facing such human players, the success rate of assassinations tended to be quite low.

If Li Ba were like that, they would just have to come up with another plan.

Wuji also noticed the Shadow Demon’s thoughts and snorted coldly, "Then you’re really overthinking it."

As the master of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, he indeed had the ability to launch special attacks against non-human beings. For these members of the Different Race, enemies of humanity, there could be no one more suited to slaying them than him!

Moreover, many human players had died at the hands of these Different Race assassins. Although Wuji didn’t claim to be a successor to the Human Ancestor leading humanity, avenging them was still within his power.

This time they were ganging up on General Li Ba, and that was like stepping on a landmine. There was no way they could succeed.

What about next time? There would always be human players who suffered.

Therefore, these guys... must die today!

As Wuji landed on the ground, his aura became even more peaceful, yet both the Shadow Demon and the First Apostle felt a sense of danger.

A calm yet intense killing intent surrounded them.

"You get close to assist, better to leave him barely alive if you can," whispered the Shadow Demon. "Use him to defend against Li Ba’s long-range attacks. Of course, if you can’t spare him, just kill him. There’s something very off about this guy. The sword he carries on his back, I sense great danger from it."

"I feel the same," responded the First Apostle quickly: "I have quite a few things I’d like to ask this guy too."

Contrary to expectations, Wuji did not draw the bronze sword from his back, but instead flicked two fingers slightly. A golden sword aura was then catapulted forth.

It seemed to indicate that the Shadow Demon and the First Apostle were not even worth the effort of drawing his weapon.

This arrogant posture elicited a cold sneer in their hearts.

The next second, the trident in the hands of the First Apostle flashed with lightning, and he suddenly accelerated towards Wuji. As a warrior of the Sea Clan, he never feared close combat with the enemy. When necessary, he would again use the Sea King’s blessing to deliver a fatal blow to his enemy.

At the same time, the Shadow Demon raised his hand, summoning dozens of phantoms that vanished into the corners of the surroundings. His abilities were quite special; the shadow assassin groups were spoils of his repeated assassinations that could move freely within the shadows. When necessary, they could also serve as the Shadow Demon’s limbs, launching treacherous attacks on the target. Of course, more importantly, once these members of the clan touched the target’s shadow, they could greatly disrupt the target’s movements.

But Wuji, with his bare hands, directly confronted the First Apostle.

His fists clenched, transforming into hand blades or taking the form of grasping claws, conjuring dragon claws, dragon bites, or dragon tails.

He recklessly clashed with the First Apostle’s weapon without any hesitation.

The moment his arms collided with the trident, sparks like those from metal cutting burst from his skin. Meanwhile, two shadow assassins had already infiltrated the shadow behind Wuji.

A few seconds into the confrontation, the First Apostle sensed that something was amiss.

Initially, Wuji’s strength should have been less than his own; this human should be a main player with a strength attribute of no more than 12 points and without having unlocked the second trait.

Oddly enough, although his strength was not high, his combat style was like that of a brawny man relying on sheer force, even without any attempts to dodge. Was he planning to exchange blows with defensive strength? But he had not managed to knock him down a few times, had he?

Moreover, there were some moves that could have been easily avoided by stepping back a few steps, but Wuji stubbornly unleashed a dragon tail leg whip.

His frenzied fighting style posed no real danger to the First Apostle. Even though it was difficult to harm Wuji with his own skills, he still had an advantage. Add to that the interference and occasional assassination attempts by the shadow assassins.

Sometimes the First Apostle could break through Wuji’s fist defenses, and his trident would directly slash down on Wuji’s body like a bolt of lightning, causing his scales to shatter even more.

However, as the rapid attacks unfolded, with weapons colliding with fists and skills clashing with skills, even the ground beneath their feet was shattered to pieces. The entire ground was pockmarked as if it had been bombed.

The First Apostle felt an increasing sense of danger.

Despite all the effective attacks, why was this human still unharmed? The Dragon Scale Illusion and the scales he had managed to shatter recovered in just a few seconds.

"Are you trying to drain me to death? Such a foolish way to fight!" the First Apostle took advantage of the moment when Wuji was distracted to thrust his trident into Wuji’s chest, as violent lightning broke through the dragon scales, crazily surging into Wuji’s body.

Soon, this human player would be electrocuted into a charred corpse.

However, Wuji did not show any reaction. Instead, he grabbed the trident.

He grinned and said, "Still scratching around?"

As his words fell, all the Dragon Scale Illusions on his body unfolded. Then...

"Then I’ll return them to you."

Explode!

...

Li Changhe swept a glance at the small mushroom cloud blown up in the distance and couldn’t help but pat the head of Black Sheep, saying, "You see, it’s good that you followed me. Otherwise, your ashes would have been scattered by now."