Chapter 111
Chapter 111
As the two players before him dissolved into beams of white light, Yan Gui Ren’s expression flickered. Suddenly, he pivoted, his gaze locking onto a spot behind him where no one should have stood. Several meters away, a figure had silently appeared.
This man wore a black suit, his brown hair framing a sharp, handsome face. His eyes gleamed like blades, radiating an overwhelming arrogance that pressed against the air itself.
“Hell’s war god,” Yan Gui Ren said, his tone flat. “We meet again.”
Ximen stepped forward, his voice icy. “You shouldn’t have shown yourself to them.”
“Did you eliminate them?” Yan Gui Ren asked.
Ximen ignored the question, his glare unwavering. “Whether by intent or accident, if I catch you revealing forbidden truths again… it won’t just be them who fall this time.”
Yan Gui Ren tilted his head, avoiding Ximen’s gaze. “Your true form exists in a realm beyond even the Celestial Realm. You’re just a projection, like them. Can such a shadow hope to challenge me?”
“A foolish question,” Ximen scoffed, his disdain palpable. “At least my shadow isn’t as weak as that other projection born from the Saint-Demon Primordial Womb.”
“Is that so?” Yan Gui Ren raised his halberd, unflinching. “Then let’s see whose steel is sharper.”
The two warriors squared off, swords drawn, arrows nocked. The air trembled—a clash between the Bitter Realm’s war god and Hell’s first warrior, ready to ignite.
A shrill, mocking laugh sliced through the tension. Another man in a black suit materialized between them, adjusting his glasses with glowing silver rims. “Gentlemen, gentlemen,” Wooly chuckled. “Let’s not get carried away. Yan Gui Ren, surely you understand—we’re just doing our jobs.”
Yan Gui Ren said nothing. He simply turned and strode away, his silhouette fading like smoke.
Once he vanished, Wooly grinned. “Ximen, you’re the referee. You can’t just barge into a match because you feel like testing your strength against a strong opponent—”
“Did you send Feng Bu Jue here at such a low level?” Ximen cut in, his tone lethal. “Or is your so-called ‘system’ slipping beyond your control?”
“Oh my, you always see right through me,” Wooly tsked, his smile never wavering. “But even if I explained, you’d still find fault.”
Ximen’s eyes narrowed. “You’re trying to let your chosen player obtain the psionic weapon before Vincent’s protégé. Don’t waste my time with your games.”
“Since you’ve seen through it, I won’t bother denying it,” Wooly shrugged. “Though I do appreciate you coming all this way.”
“Next time I catch you meddling,” Ximen’s voice dropped to a growl, “I’ll deal with you like the rest of the trash. No warnings.”
“No need,” Ximen spat, walking away without a glance. “Their squabbles make cockroach fights look entertaining.”
———
Meanwhile, in another Kill Game mode scenario.
The ruins of a shattered city roared with battle. Two factions clashed—Terrifying Paradise’s most elite warriors.
On one side: The Gods’ Three Heavenly Kings—Vishnu, Brahma, and Yama—ranked third to fifth on the Combat Power Leaderboard. All Level 26, they wore navy-blue and charcoal-gray uniforms styled like military officer coats. The Gods’ emblem—a half-completed solar eclipse with golden characters—marked their left sleeves.
Vishnu, the youngest, stood at average height with jet-black hair and a lean, muscular frame. His title, Nine-Faced Illusory Armor, shimmered faintly.
Brahma, older and wilder, bore a thick beard and long hair cascading down his back. His title, Seizing Sun and Moon, seemed to radiate the raw power of his broad shoulders.
Yama, the sole female, cut a striking figure. Her short blue bangs framed a porcelain face, while the rest of her hair hung to her neck. Her title, Punishment Rope, hinted at the ruthless efficiency in her stance.
Opposing them: The Order’s trio—Fearless Hero (Level 26), Meng Jing Chan (Level 21), and Tian Tian Gui Xiao (Level 22), ranked eighth, ninth, and first respectively.
The Order’s emblem—a white balance scale on a cerulean background—adorned their shoulders. Their signature white overcoats, treated as accessories, bore customizable inscriptions. Most had changed the default Justice to Order, though eccentric players flaunted phrases like I Alone Am Supreme over mismatched newbie gear.
Fearless Hero, clad in a white suit beneath his coat, exuded authority. His title, Gun Connoisseur, reflected his mastery. Though the first Closed Beta player to reach Level 20, his Open Beta tasks slowed his grind.
Meng Jing Chan, a 25-year-old Cold-Blooded Killer, smoked casually while sipping beer. His newbie outfit and consumables—chips, snacks—belied his cunning. Known for his Drunken Life and Death technique, he’d climbed to Level 21 in hours, showcasing the Order’s strategic edge.
And finally—Tian Tian Gui Xiao. The Order’s youngest star, a combat prodigy.
In another era, he might have been a legendary swordsman or qi cultivator. But in peaceful modern times, virtual reality became his battleground.
At Level 22, his rate was slow by Order standards—Meng Jing Chan had caught up from Level 1 in the same time. Yet Tian Tian Gui Xiao’s crimson hair and black camouflage uniform marked him as the undisputed #1. His title, Fear Spreader, needed no explanation.
The battle raged, titans colliding.
(End of Chapter)
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