Chapter 451 (2/2)
”What's that? Are you looking down on us?”
But Fickle Little Handsome looked annoyed by my rejection. The female archer in his party chose this moment to walk up to him and asked, ”What's wrong, Little Handsome? Does he not want to join our party?”
”That's right!”
Fickle Little Handsome snorted disdainfully. ”He's probably one of those crazy levelers who thinks that he's hot s.h.i.+t just because he has a high level…”
He kept his voice low, but I still heard every word he had said. Angered, I growled. ”Excuse me? Do you perchance think that your equipment is better than mine?”
”So what? My equipment is better than yours!” Fickle Little Handsome said arrogantly before turning his Horned Wild Bull toward me. He then swung his sword and said, ”Heard of the saying 'refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit'? A noob like you shouldn't have come to Dragonbone Mountain Range!”
”Is that so?”
I smiled before turning on the equipment l.u.s.ter. A dazzling orange glow immediately surrounded my entire body in an instant!
”Heavens!” The beauty's mouth fell open. ”Spirit-grade! His weapon, helmet, and necklace are all Spirit-grade! Wait, there's a bit of rainbow mixed into the glow as well, they're… they're all Outstanding Spirit-grade equipment!”
”How… how is that possible?” Fickle Little Handsome was so shocked he repeated himself. ”How is that possible?”
However, his shocked expression eventually turned into greed and malice. After he seemed to say something in his party channel, the mage and the priest in his party slowly moved toward me. Clearly, he was planning to kill me and get my equipment!
”Get ready!” Fickle Little Handsome shouted. ”I have a Level 100 Dark Steel Rank mount, so there's no way he can survive our attack! If we can kill him and get even one Spirit-grade item, we'll be set for life!”
Swhoos.h.!.+
Fickle Little Handsome then charged me with greed and impudence s.h.i.+ning in his eyes. This brat must be insane or something. I could hardly imagine that someone this stupid could exist in the world. Was this the kind of people Hegemon Palace recruited into their fold?
Rustle rustle...
I zigzagged to the back and dodged the magic knight's Charge with ease. Then, I zigzagged—always a simple but practical maneuver—back to the front and hit his right side with a blinding Ice Ray!
Pu!
An icicle formed around the Heaven-stealing Sword and penetrated the Horned Wild Bull's body, dealing a ma.s.sive amount of damage—6543!
All the blood drained away from Fickle Little Handsome's face. He murmured, ”How… is this possible?”
Not giving him a chance to even breathe, I ran an S-shaped path to his back, exploited his mount's pathetic turn rate and slashed him in the back twice—Desperate Gambit + basic attack!
7632!
4873!
His priest was healing him all this time, but Fickle Little Handsome still died like a G.o.dd.a.m.n vegetable. He collapsed to the ground with a reluctant expression before exploding into a floor of potions. He also dropped a non-Outstanding Dark Gold–grade s.h.i.+eld.
”Roar roar…”
Finally, I unleashed the Sky Obsidian Greedy Wolf after I took our Fickle Little Handsome. The little wolf's fur was fully erected, and it was baring its fangs and snarling at the remaining trio. It looked menacing to say the least.
”What the f.u.c.k…” the male mage exclaimed in shock with eyes as wide as saucers. ”He… he's Broken Halberd Sinks Into Sand? That d.a.m.n moron, of all the people he could possibly provoke…”
They stopped fighting the moment they realized who I was, not that it would change the result in any way even if they tried.
I walked up to the s.h.i.+eld and sent it rolling next to the archer's feet. The girl was staring at me in astonishment with her bow pointed at the ground. She was probably waiting for me to send them all to kingdom come.
I didn't kill them, however. I simply said, ”You came here from Dark Moon City, didn't you? In that case, please don't kill solo players randomly. This is not in line with the principles of Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls. If you really want to PK players in the wild, at least find a 5-man party about the same strength as you. Bullies are the worst, you know.”
After that, I turned around and left the scene. These people weren't worth my time.
The female archer watched my back absentmindedly for a while before murmuring, ”Guys, is it just me, or Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls is a more righteous guild than our Hegemon Palace…?”
The male mage rubbed his nose and suggested, ”Should we change guilds then?”
”Yeah, let's change…”
……
Paying no attention to the party, I continued on my journey and ran for about half an hour or so. I eventually arrived at the edge of Dragonbone Mountain Range where a blazing valley was situated right in front of me. One of the mountains looked as straight as an actual blade, and at the bottom of it was an active volcano that turned the soil red hot. I had arrived at Fireblade Valley!
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