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Chapter 686: Chapter 683: "Su Ming’an, How Lucky You Are.

"There is an Observer, Yuanyuan, among those people, and if she dies, she really dies. Edward, let her out separately," the staff Player Liz spoke up, "if you kill her, the public opinion won’t look good."

Edward gave Liz a glance. Now that he had shut down the live broadcast, he acted without hesitation, "No need."

He knew that Yuanyuan was in this legion, but so what?

Edward gradually realized that Su Ming’an indeed was the darling of the World Game. Whether it was the Observer or the individual targeting of Shen Xue and Wang Xingkong in the Third World, it seemed as if these instances were created for Su Ming’an—this made his suspicion of Su Ming’an all the more intense.

When two people have opposing stances, any action by one is seen as a threat by the other.

"Doesn’t she have a hovercraft that can move over water? She can probably hold on for a while," Edward sneered, "I want to see if Su Ming’an, far away in the City of Gods, will come to her rescue despite the nuclear explosion."

This was a trap he had set.

Su Ming’an couldn’t possibly pay attention to this matter, and Yuanyuan was destined to die—that was the best outcome.

"..." Liz fell silent, surrounded by deity faction Players like Liu Enhao and Emiletu, who also refrained from speaking. They were dependent on Edward for existence and had no psychological burden about killing Yuanyuan.

"Buzz—!"

The truck started moving, its high-beam lights piercing through the night snow like blades, with Edward and the rest sandwiching the target from both sides, aiming to annihilate this Freedom Alliance legion.

Suddenly, the detector showed red dots.

"There’s an enemy above!" the detection system Player Mei Fu looked up.

"Is it support from the Freedom Alliance? How many? How many aircraft?" people instantly became tense.

"No..." Mei Fu muttered to himself, in his detection there was only a single life form, "Just one person..."

"One person? Is he crazy?"

The truck abruptly braked, and people holding their equipped weapons jumped out one after another, their guns pointed towards the sky—

A dark silhouette, almost blending into the night itself.

"Pop! Pop!" Several flares shot up, turning the night as bright as day, dispelling the lingering snow. At that moment, everyone clearly saw the figure.

The wind swept his cloak that was like the night, reflecting the glittering frosted red and white frost, akin to stars in a curtain.

"—Su Ming’an!" Liz shouted out loud.

—The Number One Player actually gave up the front line? How was the nuclear explosion initiated by Lin Guang supposed to be dealt with?

They had subconsciously entrusted the task of "stopping the nuclear explosion" entirely to Su Ming’an, forgetting that it was the responsibility of all Players.

"It’s Acto from the Freedom Faction!" a soldier recognized the figure that often preached.

"The City Lord of Doomsday City? What’s he doing here?"

A bearded small leader sneered, "If he dares to come, let him never return. Fire!"

"Tear—!" A sound akin to ripping fabric roared, as guns in people’s hands lit up, the energy bullets, made of source energy and cutting-edge technology, surged toward the sky like a deep blue wave. With godlike military discipline, their united action was far more synchronized than that of the Freedom Faction.

Wave upon wave of blue energy, one after another, joined to form a towering wave that surged into the sky in an instant, engulfing the figure above.

The next moment!

"Boom——!!"

An eggshell-like wheelchair shield rose, blocking the wave powerful enough to engulf the clouds. The energy tried to break through the defensive barrier but couldn’t advance even an inch.

Su Ming’an sat calmly in his wheelchair, his blue energy having fully recharged during the journey. The wheelchair barrier protected him tightly.

On one side, there was a scene like a natural disaster tsunami, where people desperately pulled their triggers, trying to engulf the figure in the sky. However, Su Ming’an was as immovable as a mountain, his clothes not even stirred by the wind and waves, as if such huge waves to him were merely a gentle breeze and light rain, posing no threat at all.

"——Su Ming’an!" Edward nearly madly yelled out, his face flushing sickly, his eyeballs protruding, and blood vessels instantly covering his eyes.

No one realized that Edward had actually gone insane long ago.

Previously, in the City of Measurement, Su Ming’an used a series of judgments against Edward, reducing him to a nothingness plane. No one could remain normal after that plane, and Edward’s pathological obsession with winning and losing allowed him to hold onto his sanity, but fundamentally he was no longer a normal person.

Seeing Su Ming’an, Edward stretched out his hands desperately like an addict. The players around him also had flushed faces, as they were under the gaze of hundreds of millions of viewers.

——The Number One Player is always high above.

——Behind the Number One Player, there are always the eyes of hundreds of millions of people.

To observe him, to follow him, to communicate with him, to accompany him, or to oppose him, to hurt him, to kill him, all are world-class major events. He is the world, and they are part of it.

"——What kind of barrier is that? Why can’t it be broken?"

"Damn it, if we take him down, we can change the tide of this war..."

Even the soldiers were visibly excited.

"Click——clack." The clock gently ticked, and amidst the brilliant azure flashes, Edward took a step forward.

Before Edward could use his skill, a bright red scale pattern flashed on Su Ming’an’s hand. In an instant, dense blood-colored patterns rose above everyone’s heads, as if a connecting river of blood had been formed.

——Take the player as the center, the player’s furthest field of vision as the radius to draw a circle, and "judge" all enemies within that circle.

Instantly, countless bright red flashes wildly flickered above the heads of the Deity’s army, the first, second, third... This judgment that could cover the entire battlefield pierced through car hoods, landing on top of everyone’s heads, like the unstoppable sword of Damocles.

A burst of cold light flashed by, as inconspicuous as a reflection, followed by a powerful reverberation. "Boom——" a loud noise, and the vision of the people rapidly diminished, their bones, flesh, and meridians distorted, the noise on the battlefield gradually halted, trucks, firearms, human bodies... all were pressed down into red blood paste in this moment, neatly spread on the ground.

Nobody expected Acto to unleash such a powerful force.

"Swish swish swish!" Several automatic defense shields triggered, and amidst the whirl of damage numbers, Edward burst out, his right half almost torn to shreds by the spatial vibrations, his insides burning with pain.

"——Su Ming’an——Su Ming’an——Su Ming’an!!!"

His voice was shredded by the high decibels of his shouting, his handsome face twisted ferociously. He stepped off the ground into the windy and snowy night sky, closing in on Su Ming’an in the air like a cannonball. A golden hammer appeared in his hand, swirling with a colorful purple halo.

But Su Ming’an merely looked down at him coldly, saying nothing. His pure gray eyes were empty, without anger, without hatred, not offering any superfluous emotion to him. As if he was just a clown.

The disparity in combat power was too great, and the outcome of this battle was never in doubt.

Outside the screen, the staff member responsible for recording the live broadcast for the United Group frowned slightly, "It’s okay, Su Ming’an shouldn’t kill Edward."

"Yeah, the Number One Player wouldn’t attack a perfect passer," the female staff member next to him also said.

"Edward is getting more and more unstable. You guys should develop a new brainwashing plan..."

In an office, Andrew from the Northern Federation’s General Staff reminded the doctors and scholars in front of him.

In the office next door, Wilson, the leader of the United Group, frowned deeply, his general’s cap placed flat on the desk, he sighed softly:

"It’s over..."

Ming’an, from the Liu Family in the Yangtze River system of Dragon Country, remained silent, closed his laptop, and walked toward the top floor of Central Hospital in District 12.

In Yu Country’s Storm Department, a seductive woman rolled her eyes and began tapping on her keyboard.

On the streets, the viewership of the Spring Festival Gala dropped by more than ten percentage points in an instant as people switched to the Number One Player’s live stream, and forum posts were bombarded like crazy.

At the venue of the Spring Festival Gala, dozens of people quietly opened the live stream.

"He won’t kill Edward," said Yu Ruohuo. "Edward has so many Points on him."

"So Edward is allowed to kill him, but he’s not allowed to kill Edward?" Su scoffed coldly and ignored her.

Even in the parallel instance, the audiences in the live streams of top Players like Mizushima Kawa Sora started furiously rebroadcasting the scene.

"What does it have to do with me?" Mizushima Kawa Sora said indifferently, continuing to engage in battle.

"Oh, very good," commented Bei Wang, even giving a like. He indicated that one should kill quickly so he could set off fireworks.

"Him? He won’t kill Edward, he’ll just beat him up at most," Derek shrugged, confident.

Eni, Isabella, Flora, Bonnie, Alger, Cynthia, Boris, Anger... all became aware of what was happening in this parallel instance, some delighted, others frowning in concern.

But the thought of most people was—Edward had too many Points on him; his stakes were too high. Su Ming’an wouldn’t kill him.

—Even if Edward so wished to kill Su Ming’an, Su Ming’an wouldn’t retaliate and kill Edward. The Number One Player was such a person who valued those aiming for a Perfect Pass.

However, the scene unfolding in reality vastly exceeded their expectations.

A streak of golden light flashed by.

"Boom!!!"

The golden hammer that Edward swung down forcefully made a solid impact, but it was not Su Ming’an’s head that shattered. Instead, a burst of blood erupted from Edward’s forehead.

Edward’s expression was one of shock; he didn’t expect Su Ming’an to use Noah’s Chain right from the start.

"I’m issuing you a High Tower Invitation, Edward," Su Ming’an said calmly.

The Shield sprang up instantly, a sharp shadowy glow slid from the sky and bore down solidly on Edward. The energy suppression Skill of Heart of the Future (Purple Grade) was like a sword from the heavens piercing through the dispersing aura of death, pinning Edward down like an ant at the bottom of the Shield.

"Boom!" An explosive sound.

The gap in strength was growing larger; Su Ming’an’s 3000+ Combat Power was more than enough to crush his opponent.

Edward had taken his chance brilliantly, and if it weren’t for Su Ming’an’s death rewind, Yuanyuan really would have died.

However, Edward wasn’t as clever as Mizushima Haru had been; he couldn’t foresee that Su Ming’an possessed the death rewind.

From the moment he decided to target Su Ming’an, he had already walked into a trap constructed by the flow of time, a tragedy that was bound to happen; he had chosen the wrong person to envy.

"Swoosh!" A Spatial Vibration, and Edward’s left arm shattered, his screams nearly inaudible.

Another spatial vibration, and Edward’s right arm shattered.

Just as at the end of the Third World, where Edward had thrust his long sword into Su Ming’an’s limbs one by one, Su Ming’an did the same to him, shattering his arms, shattering his bones, even his mechanical legs.

"Su Ming’an—" Edward lay on the ground, his eyes bloodshot.

The audience frantically spammed the comment section, pleading with Su Ming’an to stop, begging him to spare Edward, but Su Ming’an paid them no heed.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

With each blast came barely audible screams.

To Su Ming’an, this satisfying act of revenge felt utterly unremarkable. Humans might be comrades, chess pieces, stepping stones, but they shouldn’t be enemies.

He lowered his wheelchair, gliding over the land that no longer housed any divine army survivors, and came to a stop in front of Edward.

Edward seemed to want to curse at him: "You’ll eventually be killed in the same way..."

"Then please go through it first for me," Su Ming’an said indifferently.

He didn’t insult or mock the man; if it weren’t for the reset, he would have already lost, so he wouldn’t laugh at the death of an enemy.

"You must have some special ability... Why does the world favor you so much, Su Ming’an, you are so lucky..." Edward said coldly.

With a "crack," the last spatial vibration crushed Edward’s neck bones.

Until the end, Edward didn’t abandon his equipment to beg for mercy, dying with a face full of hatred.

Those deep blue, bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Su Ming’an, as if reflecting a vast, magnificent sky in their direction.

Edward had lost his mind long ago.

He was brainwashed by the hypnotists and mental experts of the United Group, seduced by the interests of the rulers, dominated by hatred... leaving nothing but his intelligence for passing levels.

This might be the essence of human wisdom, that even the weak could wield a mighty slaughter blade.

—This might also be the horror of humanity, that they turned a living being into a mere blade.

As the target of that blade, Su Ming’an shattered it. At that moment, his cheeks smeared with blood, he looked beyond the screen as if he could peer through the dry air and gaze coldly at those high-ranking advocates of brainwashing.

The specific conditions for intraspecies killing, a unique trait of this higher animal called humans, depend on the era and the various conflicts of different scales. With the era of "World Game" beginning, the strong become the weak, the weak become the butcher’s knife, individuals maintain their original status through the manipulation of the group, and this huge contrast naturally becomes a "contradiction." The most valuable thing for a person is to construct and maintain one’s selfhood; yet those in power cruelly took this away, turning people into simple gut creatures with a singular, monotonous purpose.

And Su Ming’an smashed such gut creatures.

In a situation where everyone thought he would show mercy, he didn’t hesitate to deliver the killing blow.

The world fell silent.

His gaze stretched far and harsh, like a barbed dagger flung back, as if penetrating through the screen and into the homes of thousands, declaring war:

"United Group."

"Do not let there be another one."

The High Tower Invitation shield shattered, he turned around, and headed toward the deep crimson waters.

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