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Chapter 123: On the battlefield, one sword can defeat ten thousand!

Meanwhile, at this moment, the battle in Falling Star Plains continues.

The battle has lasted for more than two hours!

Four unknown entities hovered in mid-air, unleashing a barrage of sword energy that cleared a large area every ten seconds or so.

But the number of players did not decrease.

As soon as one batch dies, another batch rushes out from the respawn point.

Players who had logged off for lunch had barely left when newcomers rushed to fill their spots. The teleportation arrays in the major cities remained constantly lit, and players arriving on their swords formed a long line on the horizon.

The atmosphere at the scene was still incredibly enthusiastic.

Some people have died more than thirty times, and after being resurrected, they don't even need to confirm their direction. They can rush to the battlefield by following the familiar route with their eyes closed.

Some people specifically camp out at the respawn point to distribute medicine to their gang members.

Someone is responsible for broadcasting the route and real-time progress on a nearby channel.

[The one on the left raised his hand! Everyone, disperse!]

[The ground on the right is lit up! Don't stand in the red circle!]

[Back row, beware of arrows!]

[Front row, watch out!]

[A sword-drawing skill player is still holding back?]

On a small hill furthest from the battlefield, the white-clad swordsman still held his sword hilt in the same position.

From the start of the battle until now, he has been hovering at the very edge of the battlefield, always facing the direction of the BOSS, finding a relatively safe position to gather his strength.

At first, there were players around protecting him.

Later, everyone realized that protection was useless. When the BOSS's wide-range attacks came down, whoever was standing nearby would die. On the contrary, this player in white would run faster than the player protecting him every time he saw something was wrong.

Over time, the people around him got used to his presence.

When someone passes by, they might casually ask them a question.

"Bro, still not done holding it in?"

The player in white didn't even open his eyes.

"Soon."

"The sword's momentum is almost out of control."

Half an hour later, someone else was resurrected and returned.

"Brother, is this time really fast? Doesn't your stance get numb?"

The player in white was already sweating.

"Wait a little longer."

"My hands are numb from pressing. If I don't pull out a big one today, I'll have wasted these two hours."

Chi Cheng also happened to pass by.

He glanced at the white-clad player who was still in the sword-drawing stance, then looked at his own damage ranking.

After more than two hours of sprinting, he has fought his way back from over 200th place to 136th.

It's still quite a distance from being in the top 100.

"When is this guy going to make his move?!"

"If we wait any longer, the boss will be leaving get off work."

The player in white slowly opened his eyes.

"Don't rush, it's time now."

"I responded!"

"Brothers! You've worked hard!"

"I'm about to draw my sword!!!"

"I really can't hold it in any longer!"

Soon, his right hand, which was gripping the sword hilt, began to tremble slightly.

The previously chaotic sword energy around him began to converge towards his scabbard. The pebbles on the ground gently floated up, and even the natal swords of several nearby players emitted a low hum from their sheaths.

Upon seeing this, Chi Cheng immediately stopped in his tracks.

Holy crap.

"It seems like they've actually come up with something this time!"

Nearby players quickly gathered around.

"Sword-wielding guy is about to make his move!"

"Protect it!"

"Get out of the way, don't get blocked by the sword energy!"

"Quickly record this! No matter how much damage this sword does, it'll definitely be cool enough!"

The player in white took a deep breath.

He had waited for two hours without launching a single attack; this was the moment he had been waiting for!

To stay in peak condition, he even had his roommate bring him his food.

Now, he finally felt that the power in the scabbard had reached its limit.

If you don't pull it out soon, the skill will automatically stop.

The player in white suddenly looked up and stared intently at one of the bosses in mid-air.

"Brothers!"

"Watch closely!"

"That sword strike will be really cool!"

The surrounding players all retreated.

Chi Cheng and many other players who were streaming at the same time also turned their cameras toward him.

The player in white took a step forward with his left foot.

The waist sags.

Suddenly, he exerted force with his right hand!

Clang...!

The moment the sword left its sheath, a flash of cold light streaked across the entire Falling Star Plain.

There were no sword shadows filling the sky.

There are no fancy in-game store effects either.

The sword light was so thin it was almost invisible, yet the instant it appeared, it pierced through half the battlefield and struck the chest of an unknown being.

All the players—those charging forward, those respawning, and those watching—were all staring intently at the top of the BOSS's head.

The BOSS's body swayed noticeably backward for the first time.

On that despairing health bar that usually only displays "-1", "-1".

The instant they came into contact with that astonishing sword light.

Immediately afterwards, a huge damage number popped up above its head.

-101!

The entire Falling Star Plain was instantly stunned!

Chi Cheng stared at the number, his eyes wide open.

"How many?"

"101?!"

Immediately afterwards, the entire world channel and the nearby channels of Falling Star Plains completely exploded. The scene was like throwing a firecracker into a septic tank!

Three digits!!

[Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!!]

101 drops of blood?! Am I blind? Am I dreaming?!

[Just this once?!]

[This is the first time someone has dealt triple-digit damage to a single target!]

[That's the highest damage output right now!]

For the past two hours since the start of the battle, most players have only been able to inflict a little damage with each attack.

Even a skilled player who lands a full sword strike will only deal a dozen or so points of damage.

Now, this player in white has unleashed a three-digit slash with his sword!

The individual contribution leaderboard in the upper right corner refreshed rapidly.

A flash of golden light appeared on the server-wide damage rankings.

The player in white, who had no ranking before, suddenly jumped to 97th place on the server-wide damage leaderboard!

"hiss……"

Players across the entire server gasped in shock; global warming seemed to intensify at that moment.

[Is this the art of sword drawing?!]

[Is sword-drawing technique really that powerful? I want to learn it too!]

[I played for two hours, and my total damage was only a little over 70!]

People are born with differences, but how can these differences be so vast?

[A warrior who has traversed a hundred battlefields, a sword that can defeat ten thousand! The magnificence of this one strike is enough for him to boast about for a lifetime on the Sword Qi Continent!]

The player in white was also stunned.

He looked at the damage numbers popping up above his head, then glanced at his ranking, and was incredibly excited.

"Brothers!"

"Did you see that?"

"This is the art of sword drawing!"

"The two-hour wait was worth it!"

He had barely finished speaking.

The unknown entity, which had just been struck by a sword, slowly turned its head.

The smile on the white-clad player's face instantly froze.

"etc."

Why is it looking at me?

Soon, a pale light descended from the sky.