Chapter 15: Dual Blades Aren't Colorless!

Chapter 15: Dual Blades Aren’t Colorless!

If it had just been one loss,

Wang Lei could’ve blamed it on carelessness.

But now he’d lost twice in a row—

and both times, he’d been obliterated at full health.

Even with his normally thick skin,

Wang Lei couldn’t help feeling awkward.

“Man, nice one, Mo! Didn’t know you were such a Pvp beast! Guess I’ll have to take this seriously now!” Wang Lei laughed stiffly.

“Sure thing. Ready when you are!”

Chen Mo didn’t waste words.

The moment Wang Lei signaled he was ready,

he hit the start button.

Map: Poisoned Swamp.

Leap Soar!

Triple Slash!

Crescent Wave!

…

Half a minute later.

K.O.!

“Still up for it, Old Wang?”

“Hell yes!”

A while later.

“Another round?”

“Bring it!”

Another pause.

“One more?”

“…!”

…

Honestly, Wang Lei wasn’t bad at Pvp.

He’d never reached Noble Rank II otherwise,

or earned a spot in one of the top-five guilds.

But unfortunately, his skill—formidable as it was—

couldn’t compare to Chen Mo’s decades of experience,

four characters at Noble Rank X,

and a trophy case full of minor championships.

They’d dueled over a dozen times now.

Wang Lei hadn’t just lost—he couldn’t even land a hit.

K.O.!

Another full-health finish.

Chen Mo sighed.

“Uh… Old Wang, let’s call it quits. I’ve got something else to do. Next time, yeah?”

“Not a chance!” Wang Lei snapped, red-faced. “We haven’t settled this yet! One more round!”

Chen Mo: “…facepalm”

15:0 ≠ Victory?

What could he do against Wang Lei’s indefensible logic?

“Fine, fine! I’ll admit defeat! But seriously, I’ve got stuff to do!”

“…Okay, okay!” Wang Lei hesitated, realizing he’d overdone it. “Hold up, Mo! Let’s do one last match—winner takes all!”

“One last round. Final round,” Chen Mo confirmed.

“Scout’s honor! Last one, promise!”

With Wang Lei’s oath secured,

Chen Mo hit start.

Map: Thunderpeal Ruins.

3!

2!

1!

Fight!

Determined to end this torture,

Chen Mo charged the instant the match began.

Triple Slash!

Seeing him rush in,

Wang Lei didn’t engage—

he backpedaled, dragging the fight across the arena.

Seconds later, as he reached the room’s edge,

he suddenly halted.

Then, he threw up a hand: Stop!

A crimson aura flared over his body.

“Blood Madness?!” Chen Mo blinked, stunned.

Wang Lei flushed.

“You know Dual Blades? But here’s the thing—Dual Blades isn’t colorless! It uses red crystals!”

Chen Mo: “??? Wait, what?!”

Recognizing the classic tell of a desperate player,

Chen Mo played along.

“Oh yeah! I heard it eats red crystals, not colorless!”

“Exactly!” Wang Lei nodded furiously.

Empowered by Blood Madness,

he suddenly flipped from defense to offense.

Crescent Wave!

Mountain Splitter!

Upward Thrust!

…

In seconds, he’d unleashed a flurry of attacks.

But alas—

to Chen Mo, the so-called Red-Eye Massacrer,

these moves were as threatening as a breeze.

He dodged them all effortlessly.

“Alright, my turn!”

With no time to waste,

Chen Mo closed in on Wang Lei’s wide-open defense.

Silver Falling Blade!

Knockup!

Upward Thrust!

Inner Demonic Sword Art!

Upward Thrust!

Aerial combo!

…

Noble Rank X vs. Noble Rank II!

Decades of experience vs. one year!

Champion vs. chump!

A fight so lopsided it wasn’t funny.

Ten seconds later.

K.O.!

Unlike his previous outbursts of rage,

Wang Lei stood silent this time—

frozen, staring at the screen.

Finally, he exhaled.

“…Respect. Total respect, Mo! Never seen talent like this in my life!

Day one of playing, and you’re already unstoppable in both Pve and Pvp!

You’ve earned the title Innate Dnf Sacred Body!”

Seeing Wang Lei’s face twist with envy,

Chen Mo beamed.

“Haha, basic stuff really. Don’t get too impressed! I didn’t even go all-out!”

Wang Lei: “??? Bro…”

With a chuckle,

Chen Mo logged out and rushed back to town.

If he’d lingered, Wang Lei might’ve resorted to actual violence.

“System, activate Newcomer Growth Package!”

The package reset every ten levels—

now at level 20, he could open one.

Ding! “Newcomer Growth Package activated! Earned 1 Inventory Slot Unlock Permission!”

Again?

Sighing, Chen Mo muttered,

“Guess the rewards don’t scale with level…”

“System, unlock Warehouse Inventory Slot!”

Ding! “Warehouse summoned!”

Facing the endless grid of slots,

Chen Mo paused, then turned to Wang Lei—

who looked like he’d just lost his soul.

“Old Wang, quick—give me a number! Any number!”

“A number? Uh… 213?”

“Nice! 2B!”

Counting rapidly across the grid,

he hit #213.

Obtained +13 Suonam Miying Sword x1!

???

???

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Isn’t the Suonam Miying Sword one of the Holy Grails for Great Whites?

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