Everyone knew that.
The reason why a game was a game was that it followed certain rules.
For example.
Releasing skills had to consume mana.
When the health bar was empty, one had to die.
These were the rules of the game.
Once these rules were violated, it would be cheating.
And in the game world of Uranus that Irin was in, the biggest rule in the rules of battle was turn-based.
In the turn-based system, one had to stab and stab. The BOSS and the player had to repeatedly jump between the two sides, going back and forth, slapping each other's faces. This was the charm of turn-based games.
After entering the battle state, a halo representing "fairness" would descend from the sky and envelop both sides, forcefully pulling the player and the BOSS into a turn-based battle.
Irin was a player, so it was normal for her to cheat.
But she did not expect the BOSS to cheat too!
Irin was shocked.
Perhaps it was because the BOSS had a fixed routine. Before releasing a skill, he had to shout the name of the skill to show off the BOSS's style. When Homeros released the skill [Sword Master's Territory — Selfless Realm], which seemed to be a sure-kill skill, the body of the Knight, Homeros, who was a melee profession, actually released a dazzling white light that was enough to blind Wang Tiandi's dog eyes.
Then, with Homeros as the center, a halo suddenly spread out, dispelling the surrounding darkness and completely cutting off the moonlight from the night sky.
Hiss —
In the shadow, the moment Irin saw the halo, she subconsciously shouted, "What the f * ck?"
Without the slightest hesitation or hesitation, Yi Lin, who was preparing to use his second combo, quickly retreated just as the halo was about to land on him. He hid himself in the darkness even further away.
The halo was chasing, and the shadow was fleeing.
The LED light that burst out from Homeros quickly spread out, following closely behind the shadow.
The shadow that Irin was hiding twisted and turned on the sand, moving like a snake as it fled frantically.
The halo spread out only for a moment. Fortunately, after Irin's [Shadow Kill] was activated, it not only had the stealth function but also the acceleration effect. Just as the shadow was about to be caught by the circle of light, Irin narrowly escaped from the circle of light.
That feeling was as if Irin's butt had been chased by an avalanche in the Great Snow Mountain and had almost frostbitten her butt.
"Hu —"
Irin hid in the darkness again.
The short chase made Irin feel as if he had run a marathon of life and death. His entire body was drenched, and he took a deep breath.
This boss had no morals at all. He actually cheated!
The circle of light flashed and disappeared.
Irin looked at Homeros again.
He realized that the resplendent light was like an illusion, disappearing without a trace.
At some point, Homeros had unsheathed his magnificent longsword. He held it tightly with both hands and pointed the tip of the sword at an angle to the ground. He gently poked a small hole in the soft sand.
The top of Hermes' head was no longer green.
The poison damage disappeared.
Even though Irin was in a "non-combat state", her skills had a duration.
It wouldn't be so exaggerated as to stay green all the time.
According to the rules, after the Boss stopped losing HP, it should recover back to full HP very quickly.
"Is this the true strength of a high-level boss?"
Irin thought to himself. "Compared to Homeros, the Moonlight Wolf King is no different from a pregnant Chihuahua. The difference is too big."
In just a few seconds, Irin had a clear understanding of the strength of both sides.
This was no longer as simple as the difference in level. Even with cheats, it might not be easy to make up for it.
Although the circle of light released by Homeros had disappeared.
But …
The corner of Irin's mouth curled up.
In the darkness, he, who had turned into a shadow, moved again. He circled around Homeros.
Homeros slowly closed his cold eyes.
As Irin's position changed, the longsword in his hand moved with him.
The tip of the sword, which had poked a small hole in the sand, strangely chased after Irin's position. It also moved slowly.
Irin continued to circle.
Three circles to the left, three circles to the right.
Homeros suddenly opened his eyes.
At that moment, the surrounding air suddenly cooled down. It was as cold as a knife.
The surrounding space was terrifyingly quiet.
Irin's shadow moved without any sound. The tip of Homeros' sword also did not make any sound in the sand. In the dead silence, Irin and the boss confronted each other in this strange way.
Three circles to the right, three circles to the left.
When the tip of the sword had drawn a deep circle in the sand beside Homeros, the boss finally opened his mouth. He said with a sullen face.
"Are you done?"
"Not yet."
In the darkness.
Irin suddenly said.
But when Irin spoke, he changed his position at a faster speed.
As a result, Irin's short two words were erratic, as if they came from all directions.
Under the moonlight, the arrogant boss, Homeros' sword-like left eyebrow twitched a few times.
The angle of his eyebrow became wider.
Homeros suddenly turned his head to the left.
There was no one there.
But the place where Homeros was looking was the place where Irin had made a sound a second ago.
"Sword Saint Realm: Selfless Realm?
It seems to be a skill that magnifies' Danger Perception 'infinitely?
"It's a pity that my ability reduces my presence by 100%."
As long as you can't 'see' me with your own eyes, the boss won't be able to sense my specific location even if his perception spreads to the maximum. But when the tip of his sword moved, he should have sensed 'something' … "
Irin was still thinking of a way to test Homeros' limits.
After a while, Irin suddenly realized. "Could it be the legendary 'murderous aura'? But how can a mere online game simulate such a mysterious thing? "
Irin's guess was a little far-fetched.
But after eliminating all possibilities, Irin could only come to this conclusion.
The two of them were in a deadlock for a while.
Irin's strange ability, which was like a cheat, did cause enough trouble for Homeros.
It could be seen from his twitching eyebrows.
If this matter was spread out, it would probably shock the entire Twin Lions Nation.
In the hearts of the people, the man whose every move was included in the "Knight Academy" textbooks, the invincible "Sword Saint Homeros," was actually twitching his eyebrows in front of an assassin. It was simply ridiculous. No one would believe it even if it was spread out.
Of course, Irin believed it himself.
He knew very well how much he could provoke the Boss.
A Sword Saint, a high-level boss, circled around the same spot for a long time. According to the formula … forget it, it shouldn't be small anyway.
Finally, Irin stopped circling.
A few seconds later.
Sword Saint Homeros seemed to have sensed something, and the spinning tip of his sword also stopped.
The sand training ground finally didn't have to suffer anymore.
Behind Homeros, Irin popped out of the shadow and slowly walked out of the darkness.
The moonlight was like a wash.
It covered the two of them.
When Irin walked out of the darkness, Homeros slowly turned around. His cold eyes were emotionless as he stared at Irin's footsteps.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Irin walked extremely slowly.
But he was steadily approaching Homeros.
Since Irin appeared, Homeros wasn't in a hurry. He didn't ask. He just stared at Irin's footsteps without blinking. The atmosphere instantly became strange and ambiguous.
Four steps.
Five steps.
Suddenly.
The tip of Homeros' sword trembled slightly. It was so small that it was difficult to detect.
Irin smiled and stopped.
He clapped the two daggers in his hands. The blood-red daggers merged in his palms again. Irin quickly pulled out a blood-red long sword from his palms as if he was pulling noodles. With a shake of his wrist, he swept a clear gully in the sand in front of him.
It was a "line." The moment Homeros saw the line on the ground, his eyebrows, which hadn't twitched for a long time, twitched again.
"It seems that this is the maximum distance of your 'Sword Saint Domain'."
"Although you hid it well with your cold face, your eyes looked at this position a total of … three times. Although it might not be very accurate, it should be here. It's almost there. "
Homeros was speechless.
As Irin spoke, he quickly took three steps back.
"Your reaction made me even more convinced. In order to prevent you from deliberately preserving your strength, it's safer to take a few more steps back."
After taking three steps back, Irin quickly drew a second line with the blood-red long sword under his feet.
After doing all that, Irin showed a kind smile on his face and said softly, "Now, we can have a good chat."
"There's no need."
Homeros stopped his eyebrows from twitching and shook his head. Between blinking and closing his eyes, there was no longer any fluctuation in his eyes. The hand holding the sword was as steady as Mount Tai. It didn't move at all.
"There's a need."
As if by magic, Irin quickly clapped the long sword used to draw the line with his palms and turned it back into the shape of a pair of daggers.
The two translucent blood-red daggers flew freely in his palms. They were smooth and unhindered.
As Irin skillfully played with the two-handed daggers, he fearlessly looked into Homeros' eyes, which were filled with hidden murderous intent. He continued, "There's no need to beat around the bush when talking to smart people. In my opinion, as your master, Blacksmith Ge, rarely left Rab Town to come here. It doesn't make sense that you didn't attend the banquet and came to this deserted place. "
"In my opinion, rather than saying that you don't fit in or that you're pretending to be cool, it's better to say that you … you were waiting for me."
"You saw my ability on the city wall. You guessed that I had a way to escape from the prison of the Twin Lions Kingdom. You deliberately chose this time and place to wait for me to come to you."
"Since you chose to wait for me here, there are only two possibilities. The first is to kill me here. The second is … a conversation. "
"Kill me. You should be able to do it when I surrender. There's no need to deliberately choose this place, unless … "
Unless it was a melodramatic plot set by the game.
Irin didn't finish his sentence.
After all, no matter how intelligent Homeros was, he couldn't escape his identity as an NPC. Irin didn't need to point it out.
"So, it can only be a conversation."
Homeros sheathed his sword. His expression was cold as he shook his head. "You don't have the right."
"Is that so?"
BOOM。
Irin didn't say anything and threw a smoke bomb at his feet.
Homeros slowly typed out a question mark.
This scene was so familiar.
Not long ago, on the city wall, Irin ran away like this.
Homeros thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out how Irin disappeared.
The same scene played out in front of Homeros again.
Homeros didn't move.
After a while, about the time it took to smoke a cigarette.
Irin appeared behind Homeros again. Homeros had to maintain his posture with great difficulty before he had to turn around.
"What do you mean?"
Yi Lin inexplicably escaped for a few minutes, leaving Homeros completely baffled.
Irin smiled and opened his palm. In his palm, there was a lump of brown hair.
Homeros's expression, which had never changed since ancient times, finally changed.
That was …
The Twin Lions King's … beard!
Irin's smile didn't change. With a shake of his hand, a certain king's beard fluttered to the sand.
"Maybe I can't do anything to you now, but there are 100,000 people in the Twin Lions Kingdom. I can come and go as I please. I can kill whoever I want. I can cut the hair of whoever I want. And you, the Sword Saint, the Guardian Knight, the Ice God, the lover of thousands of girls … how many people can you protect? "
"In other words …"
Irin smiled kindly and said, "I'll return to you what you said not long ago. Your kingdom is surrounded by me. "
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