First Player

Chapter 119 Chapter 117·"My Dear Werewolves"

【HP-50! (Dizzy!)】

The clone's spirit point in the "bright" state is pitifully low, with only a little fixed damage. But at the same time, the stun effect also took effect.

【HP-920! (Combat power suppression! Physical resistance!)]

【HP-50! (Real damage!)】

Bright red hurt popped out of his body, Mizushima Kawakora's eyes flashed with confusion, and he almost fell to the ground.

The moment the opponent's sword blade scraped over and pierced her neck... she really felt a sense of death approaching.

...The other person's eyes are still smiling.

But there is no mercy in taking human life.

She nervously glanced at her almost bottomed health bar, and for the first time she truly felt the opponent's fighting power.

The teammates beside him immediately came to help, but the damage caused did not cause Su Ming'an to react at all. Whether it was physical defense or health, Su Ming'an was not low.

In the world forum, there are many analyzes about the first player.

He has a main body and a clone with two states. One focuses on the three-dimensional strength and physical agility, and the other focuses on mental points. It seems that the weakness is obvious, but once the opponent is allowed to show it, the damage caused will be devastating.

"——Do you want to consider cooperation?"

Su Mingan stood on the rafter: "If cooperation cannot be achieved, I might not mind being a... prophet with a knife who can confront werewolves."

"No way," said a werewolf.

The blood-red light in the werewolf's hand suddenly shined brightly.

"Su Ming'an, you don't think we haven't studied ways to deal with you." A light green mark appeared on the werewolf's body, completely blocking the space fluctuations: "Your ability is too single, as long as you can prevent it , it will be easy to defeat you.”

"You are really very hostile to me, and your remarks also reveal an extremely stupid and blind arrogance." Su Mingan said.

"Sure enough, the main body is more pleasing to the eye... Your clone in this state is really annoying." The man sneered, his movements became more violent, and the next moment, blood-red marks instantly enveloped him!

Su Mingan held the sword and jumped down avoiding the mark. But the tattoo followed him like a shadow, clinging to him in an instant.

But unexpectedly, at the moment of contact, the two did not explode each other, but seemed to be suddenly separated, pushing each other and cutting past each other, like two slippery fish.

The next moment, the sword blade whirled, cutting down several werewolf players to the ground, and the blood-red marks also fell on him.

"Pull--" There was a slight sound, and then, Su Mingan fell down.

There was a bloody tattoo on his body.

Both parties fell to the ground at the same time.

"Well..." Mizushima Kawakora held his head and gritted his teeth. His body was so weak that he could hardly stand up.

She felt like there was a big spoon stirring in her mind, causing her vision to shake. She felt so sick that she wanted to retching on the spot.

She tried to calm down the surging feeling in her chest and quickly looked at her health bar - fifty points remaining.

Suddenly, fear crawled up my spine like ants. If the equipment on her body were not geared towards increasing physical strength and her physical defense was high enough, she would probably have died from the opponent's sword.

The public opinion deliberately created by Edward's people did not seem to engulf the other party...but it was them themselves who despised the other party because of the deliberately belittling remarks they concocted.

...How could they think that the first player has no actual combat ability?

Perhaps it's because the first player's abilities in previous copies were not combat-related.

"Be careful, be careful about his body..." Mizushima Kawakora squeezed out a reminder from the gap between her lips. She remembered that there was such an unstable threat.

"It doesn't matter." The teammate with the green tattoos on his body said. He seemed to be in good condition. While talking, he slowly got up from the ground: "My red tattoos are just to target This skill of his.”

He looked at Su Mingan who was lying on the ground:

"People on the forum analyzed that the main body and the avatar communicate with each other's five senses. Therefore, if there is any situation on your side, the main body will receive it immediately."

"That's right, what next?" Su Mingan was restrained so much that he couldn't move, but he still didn't seem to feel any danger. He looked up at the man who was wrapped in black mist.

"So..." the man slowed down his tone, as softly as a whisper: "...if your side hurts, your body's side will also hurt, right?"

Mizushima Kawakora had a premonition of something.

"Wait, isn't this too..." She couldn't help but say something.

...It's too much.

She was determined to stop her teammates.

Whether it was normal competition or a battle of wits, there were so many spectators watching. If her teammates tried this kind of torture method to extract confessions, she was really afraid that those crazy "First Player Fans" would give them a headache on the forum. Spray it off.

...is not glorious either.

"Mizushima River, you don't have to worry about it. This is just...a feast of my own."

The man said, the sword flashed in his hand, and his smile became more and more weird: "...I want to show his most failed and most unbearable side in front of everyone."

Mizushima Kawakora watched as his teammate walked step by step towards Su Ming'an who was lying on the ground.

She opened her mouth, wanting to dissuade her, but then tilted her head hesitantly.

"...Wait a minute."

But what she didn't expect was that besides her, another teammate also stopped her: "Wait a minute, this is inappropriate."

"...What's inappropriate?" The teammate holding the knife turned back and sounded impatient.

"It's not appropriate." His teammates repeated, shaking their heads: "...it's not appropriate no matter what."

"Are you kidding me?" The teammate holding the knife sneered: "You almost died just now, and you still said that you would fight for the camp, and now you are telling me this? And you, Mizushima River, you Don't you regard this guy as an enemy? I still remember the declaration of war you posted on the forum... Although you have deleted it, I remember that he clearly declared war on you. Why, until now, Can’t bear it anymore?”

"...It's inappropriate." Mizushima Kawakawa glanced at the barrage in his live broadcast room.

They were all saying "Click till the end", "Why are you targeting him so much!", "Sister Mizushimakawa is actually such a person..." "Just use the knife, don't do this to the first player!" Such innocent barrages .

She had expected this.

In fact, except for the upper-level players who have clearly defined their camp and favor Edward's faction, most of the lower-level players and middle-level players support the first player.

The number one player has gained so much along the way. The title of "number one player" is also officially recognized by the organizer and has never been away from him for a moment. No matter how latecomers compete, they can only compete for the last name... What's more, there is no one yet. Fight for it.

Mizushima Kawakora targeted him like this just because the hostility was established and there was no way out.

But in fact, this person's appeal is extremely terrifying. Just look at the popularity of his live broadcast room and you will know that as long as the other party raises their arms, countless viewers can transform into forum watering cans, voluntarily become light chasers, and blast them on the world forum. These were directed at his people.

The group of people on the World Forum who call themselves “supporters of the lighthouse system” have ravaged almost every hot post.

The other party is the natural core of the world, and their efforts to manipulate public opinion have only a slight effect. If they really want to fight, even in the current situation, even the audience in her live broadcast room can't wait to go out and save others, and stand on this person's side without hesitation.

...This is the first player.

...That's why Edward and the others want to seize his crown, replace him, and become him.

…Who doesn’t want to be at the core of being embraced by the world?

"Okay, don't use torture. There is too much pressure from public opinion." Mizushima Kawakora said, "Just kill him. If the main body doesn't come out, find an opportunity to kill him tomorrow."

"Hmph..." The teammate holding the knife snorted, a little dissatisfied, but still put the knife back.

Mizushima Kawakora finally recovered from the spatial dizziness. She held the black knife, staggered over and raised the black knife.

"Goodbye, self-righteous "prophet."" The sharp edge suddenly appeared on her black knife.

"...So, goodbye, Miss Werewolf?" The other party, who had no resistance, was actually smiling at her.

Mizushima Kawakora vaguely sensed something was wrong, the other party was a little too relaxed...

She noticed something flashing by, and moving her gaze downward, she saw that he was holding something silvery in his hand.

[Testing in progress...]

[Detection completed, target name: mechanical explosives, from the White Sun Floating City in the second world, extremely threatening...]

Mizushima Kawakora's pupils shrank suddenly.

The moment the black knife fell and the blood exploded, she saw the man lying on the ground with a madman-like smile on his face.

"——Together with the most important prophet, go to hell, my dear werewolves."

He smiled brightly, like the last ray of light after the sunset.

The silvery white thread was pulled in an instant.

The temperature suddenly rose so quickly that no one had time to react.

"Run..." Her heart suddenly lifted, her steps turned slightly, and before the words even came out of her mouth -

"boom--!"

Blazing white flooded everything.

The violent explosion resounded throughout the endless quiet night, and the bright white light enveloped the entire small house, illuminating the place like daylight, as if it had fallen into a black and white quagmire.