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Chapter 110: The Arrival Arc (Urgent)
Chapter 110: The Arrival Arc (Urgent)
【Name: Death Poker】
【Type: Psionic Weapon】
【Quality: Fine】
【Attack Power: ???】
【Attribute: Unknown】
【Special Effect 1: Infinite (Generates one worn card every five minutes until reaching fifty-four cards)】
【Special Effect 2: Combination (Attacks gain power when cards are played in matching suits)】
【Special Effect 3: Spirit Seeking (The weapon automatically homes in on the target the user intends to strike)】
【Equipment Requirement: Activate Spirit Arts Proficiency】
【Can Be Taken Beyond Scenario: Yes】
【Background: Gambit, a Death Knight belonging to the Revelation’s Order, had part of his abilities gain sentience. This rogue energy betrayed its master, wandering the multiverse until it encountered a powerful soul. It transformed into a deck of cards, becoming the soul’s loyal and formidable servant.】
Psionic weapons are undeniably rare treasures. As a player’s level increases, the weapon’s attributes evolve and grow stronger. Its special effects multiply and may even mutate over time. Exclusive to the Spirit Arts Proficiency—a class whose mastery is hard-won—these weapons are obtained only through unique scenario events or hidden quests, not from shops or random loot boxes. This acquisition method mirrors that of S-rank proficiencies.
Like titles, psionic weapons are tailored to a player’s style. If a player’s combat approach shifts, the weapon’s effects adapt accordingly. However, its basic form remains unchanged. Most players acquire one only around level thirty, by which time their combat style and gameplay have stabilized.
But Feng Bu Jue and Kuangzong Jianying defy norms. Take Kuangzong, for instance: even at level fifty, he’ll likely wield a sword. Granting him a sword-shaped psionic weapon now would make sense—if he completes the hidden quest.
Feng Bu Jue, a versatile player adept in multiple proficiencies, received the "Death Poker", a weapon adaptable to any class. Its effects are endlessly variable. For a level-ten player like Feng, the full potential of this equipment is almost unimaginable.
[Critical! Critical! Critical! A devastating strike erupts—skies darken, gods flee in fear.]
Feng Bu Jue’s straight flush spun in midair, twisting toward Kuangzong Jianying in an instant. The speed and force eclipsed his earlier attacks.
[Kuangzong Jianying strikes first, countering decisively. "Haaa!"—his war cry splits the air.]
Kuangzong switched to a two-handed grip, lunged forward, and charged at the five beams of light. He aimed to use his blade as a barrier, leveraging speed to slip through the gaps and close the distance, forcing the battle back into melee range.
[A low roar—Kuangzong channels his essence, a surge of raw power radiating outward. In a flash, the wind howls, the heavens tremble, and a murky aura engulfs the battlefield.]
[Light and shadow clash—Kuangzong arrives. Pride in his stance, icy resolve in his gaze! With one life, one blade, he vows to fell his foe!]
Five cards. Three deflect with clangs, one evades cleanly—but one tears through the gap mere inches beneath Kuangzong’s left armpit. Blood erupts in a crimson spray, staining the ground. Yet he presses forward, reaching Feng Bu Jue in moments.
Feng anticipated this. Five cards would not decide the fight; Kuangzong would break through. He’d already prepared the next move.
The Spirit Sense Body Technique ignited, and a pipe wrench materialized in Feng’s hand. Dynamic vision, absolute speed, explosive power—Feng’s reflexes edged ahead. Both were bleeding, but Kuangzong had no choice but to close in, or risk certain defeat. Feng, however, waited poised, timing his strike like a predator.
[Sword qi clashes with psionic energy, divine forces colliding. Beneath the Hanging Corpse Wall, the earth quakes.]
Feng aimed for decapitation, seizing the fleeting opening to land a headshot. But fortune favored his foe—Kuangzong’s helmet absorbed the blow. Though hidden, its outline flickered into existence for a second, fulfilling its armor’s role.
The duel unresolved, Feng sought to retreat—but Kuangzong’s relentless strikes forced him into a corner. The swordsman’s blade danced like the wind, pouring his full strength into the assault. The gap between a class-elite warrior and Feng’s non-combat-focused build resurfaced, pinning Feng under a storm of swordplay.
[Melee combat—relentless strikes, life-or-death peril. Blood drips into the soil, staining the ground crimson.]
[Their ultimate techniques clash—spirit energy meets blade. Short-range combat ends with Kuangzong gaining the upper hand. The sword nears Feng’s throat. At the brink of death…]
[The heavens shudder, thunder ruptures the skies, clouds shatter like glass. In a heartbeat, violet lightning pierces the air, hellfire carves a path. From the distant dark, a killing aura surges.]
The narrative’s sudden thunderstorm and celestial flames force both to break off, retreating to opposite flanks. Feng escapes death narrowly.
They turn toward the distant figure approaching from beyond the cliff.
[The sight defies belief—a form to chill the blood, an eternal wanderer of the abyss, a god of hell reborn.]
Towering and imposing, the stranger radiates authority. Black hair cascades to his waist, save twin white locks across his brow. Draped in a black war coat over white silk, a tiger-hide cape clasps his shoulders, his crimson cloak billowing like a storm. In his grip: a halberd—spear and axe fused, its blade poised to strike.
Feng identifies the weapon instantly: "Saint Halberd: God’s Sigh", the legendary forged-in-heaven-and-earth weapon of the Bitter Realm’s First War God.
Strangely, the scenario narration halts after his entrance, uttering not a word.
“Sa Fengzhan! Wen Tuhun! Who dares bar the path? Yan Halberd, Deathbringer, returns!”
The stranger recites his poetic name, stopping before the two players. “You do not belong here.”
Feng’s mind races: Which era of the Pili world am I in? Yan Guiren hasn’t fallen yet? But the narration hinted resurrection…
He replies calmly, “Decide the victor… then we leave.”
Yan studies him silently, then shifts to Kuangzong. “What if I demand you leave now?”
“Then ask my blade first—” Kuangzong snarls, but Feng’s card whizzes past his head, a warning shot.
“Want to die? Stay silent. I’ve no wish to die ten deaths battling this world’s Npcs,” Feng warns.
“Feng Bu Jue, rest easy—I’ll not oppose you. Nor will they,” Yan adds cryptically.
Feng blinks. “Fengfeng” and “Mad Bu Jue” sound alike. Could the Npcs here see players’ true names?
Yan’s words linger. What does he mean?
“You did something,” Kuangzong accuses, suspicion rising. Is this foe hiding a quest I missed?
“I…” Feng hesitates—then a blinding light flashes.
[Forced Teleportation! Scenario failed. Npc killed. No rewards.]
Feng finds himself in the Login Space. He instantly messages Kuangzong. Seconds later, the call connects.
“You won?”
“You too?” Kuangzong replies. “That halberd-wielder—some illusionist boss? Instant death skill?”
“No. If he aimed to kill, we’d’ve fallen in seconds,” Feng counters.
“A game bug?”
Feng pauses. “You added me just for this?”
“Nah,” Kuangzong laughs. “Let’s rematch. Settle the score.”
Beep. Feng ends the call.
(End of Chapter)
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