Chapter 94: Hunter's Island (Part 3)
Chapter 94: Hunter’s Island (Part 3)
Yidao Qingcheng’s title might have seemed ordinary, but titles in this world always granted practical abilities. Take Xiao Tan’s [Panicked Ambusher], for instance. Though it sounded weaker than titles like Yidaoyijian’s, its technique [Retreating Quick Slash] still created significant maneuvering space in combat.
Whether a player’s title seemed weak, bizarre, or even pathetic, their title technique’s utility was unquestionable. Even the weakest title would carry a skill perfectly suited to the player’s traits, never a useless move. Of course, “useful” and “powerful” were different concepts—stronger titles naturally bore stronger techniques.
The [Newcomer Blade Sect]’s technique, [Head Roll], was no exception.
[Name: Head Roll]
[Special Ability Type: Active]
[Effect: Instantly appears behind the target to deliver a slash fivefold stronger than the player’s normal strength limit. (Cooldown: 2 hours. Can only be used on humanoid monsters within a 3-meter range during activation.)]
[Background: Created by the legendary swordsman Guan Xiaoyu, this move was the first form of his self-taught “Decapitation Sword Technique.” At age eighteen, Guan Xiaoyu—already fearsome with tiger eyebrows and a coiled beard—became an imperial executioner after three years of training. In an era of corrupt court officials and eunuch domination, he beheaded countless loyal ministers, his heart heavy with unresolved guilt. At twenty-three, he abandoned his post to seek vengeance in the jianghu, perfecting his infamous sword art.]
Yidao Qingcheng charged forward, his lips curling into a smirk as he closed within Zaroff’s three-meter activation range. To him, the boss’s head already felt like a trophy in his grasp.
A second later, he vanished from sight, reappearing behind Zaroff with his blade arcing toward the man’s neck.
Then came a dull thud.
Zaroff, as if anticipating the attack, drove his elbow backward. The strike landed almost simultaneously with Yidao’s reappearance, smashing into his ribs.
“Hold on a second,” Yijian Qingcheng interrupted. “I’ve been meaning to ask this earlier. At first, I thought you were just one of those players who gets overly ‘into character,’ which is why you were rambling on with the boss about random things. But later, I realized you seemed to know exactly what Zaroff intended from the start. How is that possible?”
Feng Bu Jue paused, then replied with a faint smile, “Honestly, explaining this now feels like a waste of time. But since you won’t listen to any of my serious points without it…” His tone and expression shifted into a mock-serious air, as if delivering the classic line, “Since you’ve asked so sincerely, I’ll graciously enlighten you.”
“Finish gloating and just talk,” Si Yu cut in coolly.
Feng Bu Jue chuckled. “Alright. This scenario’s plot is adapted from a novella called The Most Dangerous Game. It’s a short story—basically about a protagonist, er, a hunter who’s lured to the island by Zaroff. There, he becomes the hunted in a three-day hunting game.”
He paused to sketch the island’s outline in the dirt with a stick. “The protagonist uses his jungle survival skills and hunting knowledge—hiding, setting traps—to outwit Zaroff. He survives the three days and even sneaks back into the castle on the final night to win.”
Yijian Qingcheng frowned. “Wait, from the novel’s plot, Zaroff could’ve killed the protagonist on day one. He let him live(End of Chapter)
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