The sun was high in the sky, and the wind was howling.
Amidst the rocky gorge, the battle of life and death had begun.
By then, it had been three hours since the start of the scenario (game time). After a series of plot conflicts, the eight members of Regulation and Zombie Blade had been separated from each other, forming a situation where they had to fight on their own.
"Ah … Just how big is this scenario?" After walking for a long time, Lying Drunk started to feel tired, and he could not help but mumble to himself, "If everyone gets separated from each other in this maze-like gorge that stretches endlessly, then this battle will end in a draw …"
"Humph … I don't think so." Suddenly, a whisper entered Lying Drunk's ears.
"Hmm?" The moment he heard the voice, Lying Drunk raised his head in disappointment. He accurately found and looked in the direction of the speaker. "What a surprise …"
The word "accident" had two meanings … Firstly, he was surprised that the other party could approach him so quietly without being discovered. Secondly, he was surprised that the other party didn't use the advantage of being in the dark to launch a surprise attack.
"Surprising?" No Mouth Is King squatted on top of a craggy rock and looked down at the drunk man lying in the gorge. "Judging from your tone, do you think …" He paused for half a second. "… that a person like me, under the condition that the enemy is in the open and I'm in the dark, should attack you without saying a word instead of calmly greeting you or something?"
"Haha …" Lying Drunk chuckled. He raised his hand to stroke his curly hair. "I don't quite understand what you mean by 'someone like me' …" Even though he said that, there was a hint of mockery in his expression. "But generally speaking … a sneak attack is the normal choice, isn't it?" He spread out his hands. "If it were me, I would make the first move and greet the enemy later."
"Stop playing dumb." Hearing that, No Mouth Is King was angered, but under the influence of the drug, his expression and tone were not that intense. "Because I am from Zombie Blade, you think I am nothing special? Am I right?"
"Heh … I didn't say that. I just …" Lying Drunk wanted to deny it.
But No Words Are King interrupted him, "Alright, you don't have to say it out loud. That would damage your image as a 'star player', wouldn't it?" He also tried his best to make his words sound sarcastic, but unfortunately, he was still in a straightforward state.
"Image …" Lying Drunk shook his head with a smile. "Do you think I'm someone who cares about that kind of thing?"
"Humph … This is what I hate the most about people like you …" No Mouth Is King scoffed coldly. "You have something that others don't have, but you act like you don't care about it. Every word and action of yours … exudes a disgusting sense of superiority."
"Are you blaming me?" Lying Drunk shrugged in disappointment.
"Just keep pretending …" No Mouth Is King said, and a strangely shaped blade appeared in his hand. "I want to see … when you struggle in despair, can you still put on that face?"
…
At the same time, on the other side of the stone gorge.
"What's wrong? Bowl Cut. " Final Assault looked at Sashimi, who was covered in wounds, and said coldly, "Where did your confidence from earlier go? Didn't you say that you have no problem fighting two people at once? "
"Heh … It's pointless to ask." Doomsday Assault said with a fake smile. "He might not be able to hear what we're saying now."
"Don't worry." Sashimi wiped away the blood from his lips and stood up from the ground. "Even though my hearing has been ruined by you, I can still read lips." He chuckled bitterly. "Hah … I suppose you can say that I've applied my real-life skills in the game."
"Oh?" Final Assault said. "I didn't expect … you to be so talented."
That 'didn't expect' did have some basis in fact.
Compared to most of the other top star players, Sashimi's round face, bowl cut, and calm personality … was definitely 'invisible'. From his simple ID, one could see that … his personality was like that — he was not flashy, and he was not pretentious. But in this day and age, people like him who walked the path of simplicity and humility were easily overlooked and looked down on.
"You flatter me." Sashimi said. "Actually, there is nothing to be proud of …" He narrowed his eyes. "From young to university, to get close to girls … I joined more than ten interest groups. Therefore, without realizing it, I learned a lot of life skills, sports, and musical instruments …" At this point, his expression changed. "Hmm … but no matter where I go, I'm ignored like an invisible person. Even the boys in the department and the teachers don't pay attention to me, much less the girls. Even though I've improved so much in such a short amount of time …"
"Er … that …" Doomsday Assault realized that Sashimi was going too far, and he wanted to stop him, but …
"Later, I realized … no matter if I was late, left early, missed work, or even quit the club … I wouldn't be noticed. It was like I was not even in the club …" Sashimi was getting more and more excited. "After entering junior high, I would change clubs seven or eight times a year. I would come and go as I pleased. I didn't need to write an application to join or quit the club because it didn't matter. I didn't need to go for training because the manager and the teachers would never remember to book the tickets for me. Even if I joined the team for a competition, I was always on the bench …"
"Hey, hey … What kind of deja vu is this?" Final Assault thought to himself when he heard this. Even though he knew that Sashimi was going too far, for some reason … he wanted to hear the rest.
"I still remember when I was in my first year of high school, my school's basketball team made it into the national competition …" Sashimi looked at the sky and said thoughtfully, "I thought that in the intense national competition, the rotation of the team would increase due to the consideration of stamina, and I would finally have the opportunity to contribute to my teammates … So, before the competition started, I skipped classes for two weeks and completed the special shooting training of 20,000 balls. Finally, I mastered the profound meaning of [Misdirection. Trial] …"
"Is it okay to skip school for two weeks?" Final Assault asked. "Did the teachers and students not notice that you skipped school?"
"I won't go into the 20,000-ball shooting training …" Doomsday Assault's lips twitched. "But why would you achieve Misdirection when you practiced shooting? Also, is there really a need for someone like you to practice Misdirection? What is that weird 'trial' suffix?"
Sashimi ignored their complaints and continued seriously, "This Esoteric Skill … is my unique skill. Its effect is to guide the referee's line of sight on the field and magnify the slightest movement of the enemy team members infinitely. Within the scope of the rules, the referees will make a decision that is beneficial to our side as much as possible."
"Hey! Isn't that invincible! "Final Assault's Terror Points were rising." With this kind of skill, why are you still playing this game? Go play basketball! It's only a matter of time before China dominates the world! "
"However, during the first match of the national competition, I was still left on the bench," Sashimi said. "I believe … that is because our first opponent was not that strong. In any case, our team won in the end." He paused. "But … in the second match, we ran into the undefeated legend that has dominated high school basketball for thirty years — Eel King Industries."
"Are you sure it's industry and not agriculture?" Doomsday Assault asked.
Sashimi added, "Do you still remember, during last year's national competition, the team that always wins in our province, King's Team … lost to Eel King with a huge disadvantage of thirty points."
"Can King's team name be any worse?" Final Assault was starting to get a headache.
"Facing Eel King's aggressive defense in the second half, the main players of our team started to lose their stamina. Even a few of our substitutes showed signs of tiredness." Sashimi was still talking. "I thought … my chance to play had finally arrived, but …" His face dimmed. "The coach still ignored my presence …"
At this point, Sashimi sighed to the sky. "In the end, we lost that match." "On the bus back, I happened to be sitting next to the coach. After some hesitation, I mustered up the courage to ask him … 'Coach, why … didn't you let me try it out until the very end?'" He shook his head. "In the end, the coach turned around to look at me and said something that I will never forget …" He paused for two seconds and repeated, "Student, who are you?"
Silence descended …
After a full minute of silence, Final Assault lowered his voice and whispered to Doomsday Assault, "Remember to remind me … not to initiate conversation with the opponent during a battle."
"Hmm … I think so too," Doomsday Assault replied.
…
On the other hand, at the edge of Stone Canyon, on a cliff.
"The scenery here is not bad, burp." Meng Jingchan lay on his side at the edge of the cliff. As he drank, he enjoyed the orange sky and the scenery below him. "Unfortunately … someone has to come and ruin the scenery."
Before he could finish speaking, a figure had already appeared behind him.
"If you just want to enjoy the scenery, you should be a spectator," Senyetoshi Wang replied from five meters behind Meng Jingchan.
Even though Brother Zen was lying on the ground, Senyetoshi Wang did not dare let his guard down. He maintained a safe distance and looked at his opponent with caution.
"But …" Meng Jingchan answered without turning around. "Spectators can't just lie down and drink like I do."
"Now that you mention it …" Senyetoshi Wang added, "You do have a point."
"Do you want to come and drink with me?" Meng Jingchan asked. His tone was so natural that it did not sound like he was joking.
"No, I'm here to fight," Senyetoshi Wang said. "I'm not here to enjoy the scenery or drink."
"Is that so …" Meng Jingchan sighed. "Then there's no other way …"
Then, he tossed away the empty bottle and stood up shakily.
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