"Why?"
"What happened exactly in the blink of an eye? Why was Lone Walker's head chopped off? "
"Are you kidding me?"
Gasps immediately echoed in the channel of the audience. Hundreds of spectators had been paying attention to the match, but none of them had noticed anything wrong.
"Slow-motion replay!"
It was not until the replay was performed at one-tenth of the speed that the audience managed to see that when Lone Walker unleashed the 'Instant Kill of White Birds' technique, the broken Eight-Armed Crystal Suit seemed to have sensed the danger and retreated clumsily, only to step into a crack on the floating ice.
Immediately, he was dwarfed.
His hands and his six artificial limbs were waving crazily. A saber of spiritual energy had been erected on one of the artificial limbs.
It was not supposed to be fatal, and it was not even aimed at Lone Walker.
The problem was that Lone Walker had just seen the opportunity and sprinted at the highest speed, which meant that he crashed into the edge of the saber at more than five times the speed of sound!
At this moment, the saber of spiritual energy was waved at the joint of the breastplate and the helmet of the White Feather Battlesuit precisely.
The White Feather Battlesuit was a super high-speed light Crystal Suit. In order to keep the head agility, the neck plate was not thick enough. After the crash, the saber of spiritual energy had cut off the neck mercilessly!
In other words, Lone Walker had crashed himself into the edge of the saber at more than five times the speed of sound and been killed by the collision!
"Is that even possible?"
The audience who saw the scene clearly were rendered speechless. Everybody had a weird expression on their face. Lone Walker, a top-tier expert, had been defeated by a rookie in such a hilarious way.
This vulture … What a lucky guy.
"This guy is interesting. Let's play with him!"
Many people were rubbing their fists.
Several space zones away, at the center of a world fragment, on the top floor of a tall, magnificent, vintage skyscraper, a handsome young man was sitting in the middle of the room. The handsome young man was crouching in an egg-shaped chair. Cold sweat was popping up on his forehead, and he couldn't help but cover his neck with his hands.
He was Lone Ranger of the Nine Serenities.
The pain just now was too real. Even though he had left the battle platform, he still felt a chill on his neck, as if blood was spurting out.
Deep fear condensed in Lone Walker's eyes.
Was that strike just now a coincidence? Still
Lone Walker pondered for a long time and replayed the last scene he saw before he fell into the darkness. The more he thought about it, the more scared he felt.
This was definitely not a coincidence, but a terrifying trap!
Starting from the fourth minute of the duel, it seemed that he had an overwhelming advantage, but he was completely led by the nose by his opponent, and every attack he made was his own. The damaged parts were either unimportant to the opponent or could be repaired immediately. Many parts of his body were deliberately left unrepaired to create the illusion that he was covered in wounds.
Now that he thought about it carefully, he realized that he hadn't hit any of his opponent's vital points!
And with each attack, his tactics and attack patterns had been completely seen through by his opponent. Even when he performed 'White Bird Thousand Instant Kill' in the end, he had been lured to the most suitable location, angle, and route, only to run into the tip of his enemy's saber!
"Horrifying. The guy's capability is truly immeasurable. Chances are that he is a test pilot of the three Crystal Suit Centers or an ace of the five arenas!
"I'll challenge him one more time. This time, I will not be led by the nose by him!"
Giving up easily was not the style of the Cultivators of the Flying Star Sector. The Cultivators of the Flying Star Sector had always been the braver and stronger the more setbacks they faced!
Lone Walker gritted his teeth and challenged Vulture again, only to find that …
"What?
"Are you kidding me? I'm already ranked 101st!"
Lone Walker didn't know whether to laugh or cry. While he was gnashing his teeth, a hundred people had already challenged Vulture, and Vulture had accepted all of them!
"Who is this guy exactly? If he is a test pilot of the Crystal Suit Centers or an ace of the five arenas, he shouldn't have wasted so much time on mediocre people!"
Lone Walker mumbled. 95% of the people who challenged Vulture were ordinary Battle Armor enthusiasts. They probably thought that Vulture was just lucky and decided to give it a try.
Only 5% of them were experts like Lone Walker.
Having no other choice, Lone Walker entered the spectator mode and paid one crystal coin to watch Vulture's match.
The second match was also a randomly selected map. It was a classic duel map named 'Shattered Star Sea'.
The two parties would compete in a very unstable stone belt. Other than their opponents, they would also have to be prepared for the meteors that could rush at them at any time.
It was a relatively difficult map. Rookies couldn't cope with it at all.
As he expected, Vulture's opponent was just a dabbler. He was already flustered by the meteors before he approached Vulture.
"Those idiots. Do they really think that I, the great Lone Walker, will be defeated by a rookie by luck? How naïve! "
Lone Walker sniffed and focused his eyes on Vulture.
He narrowed his eyes immediately.
Vulture did not seize the opportunity to attack. He seemed to be staggering and dodging the meteors rather awkwardly. But in Lone Walker's eyes, such 'awkwardness' was somewhat exaggerated.
Lone Walker smelled the scent of a scheme, but he didn't know how Vulture would set up the trap.
Eventually, his opponent regained his balance and dodged most of the meteors. Unfortunately, one of Vulture's power rune arrays was blown up by a meteor. He was still struggling like a drowning man.
Overjoyed, his opponent drew his chainsword and sprinted at Vulture.
When he was less than a hundred meters away from Vulture, a few meteors suddenly collided not far away. Broken stones splashed everywhere, triggering a chain reaction. One of the meteors that was flying at a high speed, however, was knocked off its track and darted at Vulture's opponent like a bolt of lightning!
The attack was so sudden that Vulture's opponent had no time to dodge at all. His spiritual shield was automatically activated. Most of his spiritual energy was condensed into a light shield behind his back.
The force of the meteor was enormous. A dazzling brilliance shone from his back, and a blast pushed him dozens of meters forward.
Vulture, on the other hand, adjusted his direction and stabbed the electric claw with his left hand, piercing through his opponent's chest!
Vulture had won!
In the audience channel, there was once again an incredulous sound of clicking of tongues.
In most people's eyes, Vulture's luck was unbelievably good again. He was obviously not used to the battlefield of meteors in a vacuum, but his opponent was even more unlucky than him. He was hit by a meteor precisely and consumed most of his spiritual energy to defend himself. As a result, the spiritual shield in front of his chest was extremely weak. It was exactly at that moment that Vulture took advantage of the weakness and succeeded in one strike.
Lone Walker, on the other hand, jumped up from his chair. His handsome face couldn't have been more twisted.
"It's impossible!"
"Has this guy calculated the trajectories of thousands of meteoroids, including the changes of the collision trajectories after the chain reactions? Adjusting his position and angle with seemingly clumsy movements, as if he were leading his opponent by the nose with an invisible rope and intentionally lured his opponent to the path of the meteors? "
"What kind of terrifying computing power is this?!"
Lone Walker had goosebumps all over his body. He found it hard to imagine what kind of monster was hiding under the identity of 'Vulture' on the other side of the World of the Crystal Suit.
He was more and more confused. Why was such a monster playing games with the kids in this place?
"It's truly hard to figure out the mentality of a super expert!"
Lone Walker sighed and watched his third opponent challenge Vulture gloomily.
The opponent did not seem to be well-trained. He was spouting nonsense in the public channel, claiming that he was just lucky and that it would only take him ten seconds to knock him down.
In Lone Walker's eyes, they were like a bunch of rabbits standing in a row and challenging a hungry wolf in sheep's clothing. Some of them, who did not know the immensity of the world, even bared their teeth and provoked the hungry wolf.
He almost couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
As he expected, the style of the next dozen matches was the same. Every time, Vulture could've won easily, but he always dawdled, took advantage of the favorable environment, or waited until his opponent performed all their ultimate skills before he won with the simplest moves, which seemed to be a 'coincidence'.
Nobody was a fool. After Vulture won more than ten matches in a row, they more or less noticed something wrong. They were all wondering whether or not the guy was a super expert who was making fun of them.
But when it came to the sixteenth match, the situation suddenly changed. In less than three seconds after the match started, Vulture used a clean stab to pierce through all of his opponent's defenses, burning his opponent's heart to ashes!
It was a classic stab that could be printed into a skill card. There was not the slightest trick but only brutality, sharpness, speed, and the complete grasp of the moment's weakness!
Even Lone Walker, a speed-type expert, couldn't help but be amazed by the stab.
Pondering for a moment, Lone Walker secretly shuddered and realized what was going on.
"This guy … is not a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"He has been observing, learning, and summarizing everybody's combat patterns and patterns.
"Right now, he's observed everything clearly!"
Lone Walker mumbled to himself in disbelief, "Has he just come out of seclusion after training in seclusion for more than twenty years with a powerful Cultivation art? What … kind of monster have I run into exactly? "
The dozens of matches that followed were the same. Vulture seemed to have taken strengthening drugs and gone berserk. He cut down most of the crystal suit enthusiasts in an average of twelve seconds per match as if he were chopping vegetables.
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