socalfunplaces Chapter 58 First-Tier Warrior? Come on!
Chapter 58 First-Tier Warrior? Come on!
Pearl Harbor red-light district, dark alleys.
The cold rainwater, mixed with the stench of the sewers, flowed through the narrow alleyways.
The agent's muscles were taut to the limit, his breathing was deliberately suppressed to the point of near stagnation, and his eyes were fixed on the front.
At the front and back exits of the alley, six Burton Group scavenger fighters, dressed in dark, form-fitting leather armor, approached silently like six intangible ghosts.
There were no footsteps, no breathing, and even the shadow daggers they held in reverse were coated with a matte, light-absorbing venom.
"This is a huge problem... How the hell are we going to take down these six night owls?" The agent didn't even have time to leave a final message in the team voice chat.
My absolute intuition from years of gaming is screaming warnings: the enemy-hunting logic and the sense of oppression of these six NPCs are monsters from a completely different dimension than the gangsters under the Fat Steward's command!
"kill."
The lead assassin's lips moved slightly, uttering a short syllable.
The next second, three dark figures, like black lightning bolts released from a bow, instantly covered a distance of more than ten meters!
Too fast! The agent's reaction speed, relying on his experience of watching countless special forces combat videos in real life, barely caught the opponent's starting move. However, his novice body in the world of MapleStory, which had not yet undergone its first transformation, simply could not keep up with such extraordinary agility and explosive speed!
With nowhere to hide, the agent did not choose to retreat, but instead fiercely charged headlong into the blade of the assassin directly in front of him.
With his left hand, he transformed from a palm into a claw, precisely cutting into the blind spot inside the opponent's dagger thrust, attempting to forcibly dislocate the opponent's joints using grappling and bone-dislocating techniques from CQC close combat.
However, in the face of absolute "surface dominance", skill seems so pale.
"Snap!" The moment the agent's fingers gripped the assassin's wrist, a terrifying, overwhelming force surged through the man's forearm.
The assassin wasn't deflected at all; instead, he flicked his wrist. The agent's five fingers on his left hand snapped easily backward with a chilling crack!
Two slashes, a mere exchange of blows, and the other two assassins' daggers pierced the agent's ribs without resistance. The deadly poison spread instantly through his bloodstream, and the agent felt his health bar plummet like an avalanche; the intense pain instantly blinded him with crimson light.
"Ugh!!!" The agent let out a trapped beast's roar, his mouth full of blood.
Pearl, watching this scene from behind, was so frightened that her legs went weak. She covered her mouth tightly, and tears mixed with rainwater streamed down her face.
"Damn it, I can die today, but the escort mission must be completed!"
The agent's mind flashed through images of the extreme madness of martyrs. He knew he was doomed, but before he died, he had to prove his worth!
Faced with a fatal stab aimed at his throat, the agent did not dodge. Instead, he spread his arms and lifted them up, using his battered chest to meet the blade head-on!
A third dagger pierced his lung.
At the same time, the agent's hands, with veins bulging from the intense pain, gripped the shoulders of the two assassins in front of him tightly.
With the last ounce of his strength, he charged backward like a mad bull, pushing the two assassins, and crashed into a rotten wooden pillar that supported the abandoned water tower on the second floor of the alley!
"Let's die together!!"
With a furious roar that seemed to tear his vocal cords apart, the agent smashed the last bit of support off the wooden pillar with his skull.
The abandoned water tower, weighing several tons, along with half of a brick wall, collapsed with a deafening roar! Smoke and dust filled the air, and huge rubble poured down like a waterfall, instantly burying the agent and the two assassins he had locked down, and completely blocking the pursuit route ahead in the alley!
Just a second before being completely engulfed by the bricks, the agent, with his last ounce of strength, turned back and let out a piercing roar at the stunned Pearl: "Climb over to the sewage outlet! Don't look back!! Go to that fatso's mansion and find my boss!!!"
Before he could finish speaking, the rubble completely buried him.
The agent's vision was plunged into absolute darkness; he had gone offline.
Pearl knelt in the mud, her whole body trembling violently.
Looking at the pile of ruins that completely blocked the alley, and at the man who had been smashed into a pulp while trying to protect her, she was left with only an indescribable shock.
She had no time to cry. Her survival instinct drove her to frantically pry open the iron bars of the stinking sewer drain next to her, and like a desperate rat, she plunged headfirst into the foul-smelling underground pipe network.
...............
At the same time, a fierce struggle was also taking place in the main hall of the financial steward's residence.
Everyone understands that whether the market can be stabilized or a new leader will ascend the throne depends on this battle.
The heavy solid wood bookshelf was shoved back half a meter, leaving two glaring scratches on the floor. The defenses at the study door were now on the verge of collapse.
"Hold on! Damn it, a monster's leaked over there!"
"What a leak! I'll fix it!"
With a deafening roar, the newly joined player, Wangliang, charged forward like a bloodthirsty god of death.
He didn't even take a shield; instead, he gripped a heavy table leg, which he had somehow dismantled and had rusty iron nails at the top, and swung it at a suicide soldier who rushed in!
"Die!!"
The assassin raised his machete to parry, a crisp sound rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.
The heavy table leg snapped in response, and the sharp cleaver cleaved down, embedding itself deeply into the demon's left shoulder. The sickening scraping sound of the blade against the collarbone could even be heard.
The immense recoil caused the demon's tiger's mouth to split open, but like a madman who felt no pain, he not only did not scream or retreat, but instead took a half step forward, using his bones and bulging muscles to firmly block the other's blade!
To the astonishment of the assassins, Wangliang didn't even bother to draw his spare iron sword. Instead, like a wild beast, he smashed his head into the assassins' noses!
Crack! The assassin's nose was shattered instantly, blood gushing out mixed with tears. But before he could even retreat, the demon's second and third headbutts came crashing down like a pile driver!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three consecutive hard-hitting bone collisions knocked the elite assassin unconscious, his eyes rolling back in his head.
The demon, his face covered in blood, roughly pulled the cleaver embedded in his shoulder, spraying a trail of warm blood. His smile was utterly ferocious: "Is that all the strength you've got? Not even as strong as the red snail in the newbie village! I'm going to be a Soul Knight!!! A first-tier warrior, huh? Come on!!"
The fearlessness of the demons was exactly like that of the little snails. They used an exceptionally brutal, wound-for-wounds fighting style to build a wall of flesh and blood at the breach.
However, not all players can adapt to this 100% realistic hardcore pain.
On the flank of the formation, another new player's infinite respawns seemed rather strange and clumsy.
He held a sharp iron sword in his hand, but remained hidden behind an injured player, his face pale and his body trembling.
An enemy assassin's blade grazed his arm, leaving a very shallow bloodstain.
"Ouch, damn it, it hurts so much! It hurts so much!" Infinite Resurrection let out a pig-like scream. Instead of fighting back, he threw away the sword in his hand and scrambled back to the deepest part of the study.
This is completely different from the last time we hunted the Blood Axe mercenary group; the off-the-charts realism completely terrified Infinite Resurrection.
"What the hell are you doing! Turn off the pain feedback, you son of a bitch! Block it!" Xiaoyu and Niaoyuhuaxiang cursed angrily from the side. The flanking defense that had been barely maintained was instantly torn open because of the endless resurrection and retreat.
Two gangsters rushed in with sinister smiles and slashed Xiaoyu to death.
The cowardice of endless resurrection is like a deadly tumor in this meat grinder of life and death, making the already stretched defenses even worse.
In the deepest shadow of the study, Lynn coldly observed everything.
He didn't blame the player who ran away. Such a highly realistic game would inevitably weed out a group of people with poor psychological resilience.
Lynn's attention was entirely focused on the system panel in front of him.
The little snail and the others at the front line were covered in blood and were on the verge of exhaustion.
With a slight thought, Lynn spent thousands of energy points again without hesitation to exchange dozens of red potions from the system's resource shop, throwing them accurately at the feet of the players in the front row, just like throwing a grenade.
"On drugs, keep pushing."