171 Assimilation Skill (1/2)
The entire Twilight City was utterly shaken by the news that the Quan Zhen Sect was attempting yet another suicidal stunt.
A Hell tier dungeon wasn't like the rest.
A Hell tier dungeon was an actual physical location. This level of dungeon did not have the restriction of lower tier dungeons. Players could challenge it as many times a day as possible and there was no restriction to the number of parties challenging it at any given time.
Hence, every time there was a party challenging a Hell tier dungeon, the words 'Challenge in progress' would appear at the dias.
This was the most flourishing time for the dungeons, where every player in the city sought to challenge it to gain fame, money and experience points alike. But who would have thought that they would see the words 'Challenge in progress' at the Hell tier dungeon entrance.
”What the f*ck!”
”Is this for real?”
”Who could have done this? Why would they challenge a Hell tier dungeon?”
The crowd stared at the words on the dias, momentarily forgetting what they had even come here for.
”It's real, I saw twenty players entering the Hell tier dungeon earlier when I was about to challenge a dungeon myself!” A player suddenly spoke up.
”What the f*ck! Which hero is it?” The crowd gasped.
”I think it was the Quan Zhen Sect...” Someone mumbled.
”The Quan Zhen Sect? No surprise there.”
The crowd fell silent after hearing it was the Quan Zhen Sect.
Even though players from other cities did not know of the exploits of the Quan Zhen Sect, the players from the Twilight City were very familiar with these tales. Tales of Wang Yu solo-ing the Sanguine Alliance, warding off Evil Rampage and so on.
”You can't be serious right? They only have eight members.” Someone doubtfully asked.
”I think I saw Darknorth Fisher amongst the party...Maybe he brought his men along too.”
”Darknorth Fisher? Che! I'm not sure if you guys have heard, but that man is just a piece of trash now. All his followers betrayed him to join the Pure Land guild and have even been hunting him down… I doubt he has any men to bring along.”
”I'm not too sure, but other than the members of the Quan Zhen Sect, there was a group of ladies as well...”
”Ladies? Ha Ha Ha, the fellows from the Quan Zhen Sect really are crazy, who would have thought that they would bring ladies along with them...”
The crowd buzzed with a sense of excitement as they gossiped about their own speculations.
”Hmph! A bunch of useless trash like them dare to challenge a Hell tier dungeon? I'm afraid they all be wiped out in a matter of seconds!” A few players loudly laughed.
”Ha ha, you gentlemen aren't natives to Twilight City am I right?” A Pugilist chuckled as he asked.
”How did you know?”
”Because a player from Twilight City would never say such words! That guild has the strongest Pugilist in the entire game!” The Pugilist boasted, puffing out his chest with a sense of pride.
”Hpmh! Pugilist? It's just a trash job!”
”You!!!” The Pugilist angrily roared as his companions held him back, quietly advising him: ”Just leave it be...”
”Pure Lands guild?” A player gasped as he stared at the guild emblem on the chests of these players.
Inside the dungeon, Clinton had already been smashed into a pile of bones, his sceptre and sword lying on the ground as the players received a system notification.