The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

A life-or-death crisis was imminent.

However, one's own body has no idea how to avoid it; there is nowhere to hide.

This is an ordinary person's body; they simply cannot perform some extreme operations.

To use flesh and blood to fight against steel?

There can only be one possible outcome.

Like a person who is truly about to die, Rhodes's thoughts went on a revolving lantern, his mind seemed to accelerate, and everything around him slowed down.

The sword's edge "slowly" approached, and Rhodes could already foresee the terrible fate that awaited him.

The best outcome would be for the blade to shatter at the bone, allowing the user to deliver a final, utterly humiliating blow to their opponent.

But given the opponent's astonishing skill in slicing through iron bullets, even this last stand has become a pipe dream.

"it's over……"

The competition is over.

There was nothing particularly outstanding about it, and its ranking was only around four or five hundred, which was far from the result it had originally expected.

Ah, legendary swordsmanship.

Damn, that's legendary...

Damn it, who would have thought we'd run into such a monster?

Fragments of the past flashed before my eyes.

My own experiences unfolded and disappeared rapidly before my eyes, and the various experiences of the past few decades reappeared before my eyes.

The higher you climb, the more you realize how heavy and unforgiving the barriers to talent truly are.

There are indeed those who can become legends solely through their bloodline and their own efforts, without the guidance or help of others.

There will always be geniuses.

But the number is just too small... one in a thousand? One in ten thousand?

Rhodes knew very well that he wasn't that kind of person, and that getting this far through his own efforts was already a result of a lot of luck.

When I was young, I didn't think that much. I always believed that human will could overcome anything and that there would be a way when the time came.

But reality is always cruelly terrifying.

There's no way, there's just no way. Most things can't be overcome by willpower alone.

Having come to his senses as he approached fifty, Rod finally made up his mind to stop being a lone wolf and join a larger organization.

I was hoping that my performance in Star Chaser would add a highlight to my resume.

In hindsight, it's a miracle this move wasn't a complete failure.

"How could we have encountered such a monster?"

Not only are they incredibly powerful, but they're also completely unyielding.

If you're so great, why didn't you shine last night?

Before, weren't they always hiding in a corner...?

They complain and grumble, but the outcome remains unchanged.

Even if speeding up your thinking makes everything seem slower, time will still pass.

So...should we beg for mercy?

forget it.

It's just a competition; there's no need to embarrass yourself like this.

Besides, being easily defeated is already shameful enough; if you beg like a pathetic wretch, even Rhodes himself will despise himself.

So be it.

The blade had already touched his skin, piercing into his flesh as if there were no resistance whatsoever...

Blood splattered.

Closing his eyes to avoid seeing the death that was about to befall him, Rhodes sighed inwardly.

This man showed no mercy in the end.

Pity……

Click.

A crisp sound rang in my ears, accompanied by the sound of a blade slicing through the air.

But the expected pain did not come.

Ok?

He awaited his death, but Rhodes did not receive any notification of elimination.

Moreover, the dull ache in my shoulder felt so vivid.

With his eyes tightly closed, Rhode could sense that he had not yet left the Star Chaser Land, and was still surrounded by dense forest.

I didn't leave?

what happened! ?

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a scene that puzzled him.

The iron sword that had been held to his neck was now embedded in the ground, and the man's arm was bent in a chilling, backward-facing arc.

Is it misaligned?

Ning Feng's right arm joint was indeed dislocated, and... it was an active dislocation.

In that state, should you force yourself to stop?

That's not as simple as turning a light on or off or raising your hand.

To achieve that subtle twist, Ning Feng transferred most of the power from the sword to himself, barely managing to avoid Rod's vital points.

They only cut off a small piece of flesh from his shoulder, instead of cutting his whole body open.

He couldn't have done this without his legendary swordsmanship.

With his right arm dislocated, Ning Feng's strength had undoubtedly decreased by more than half, but he didn't care. His gaze wasn't on the shocked and confused Rhodes, but instead turned to look in the direction of the white horse.

I saw a petite figure emerge from behind the horse.

You've finally come out, my friend who's been hiding.

—Chu Yu.

only……

"I never expected to run into you here..."

This was not a compliment, but Ning Feng's heartfelt sentiment.

Ning Feng had several guesses about the identity of the followers behind him, since his social network wasn't very large and it was relatively easy to investigate.

He really didn't expect that the other party would be Chu Yu, who had always shown some nervousness and fear towards him.

Jiang Wan's teammate—that was her first impression of Ning Feng.

Besides being Jiang Wan's teammate, Chu Yu made a great impression in other areas as well.

Her eyes left a very deep impression on Ning Feng; they were incredibly pure.

It seemed as if there was no dust in it, only a timid and faint fear.

However, Ning Feng did not believe that such a person could actually exist, at least not among the Watchers who frequently faced danger, especially not among a third-tier Awakened.

Even if you are truly a blank sheet of paper, you can't be a blank sheet of paper that will never change.

Ning Feng nodded at Chu Yu, who was pursing his lips, and smiled, saying:

"I won't ask why you're here yet, but..."

Shaking his right hand, which he could no longer grip and which hung limply at his sides, Ning Feng's smile seemed inappropriate as he asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Can you tell me why you made me stop?"

Chapter 207 [Tool Person +1]

Bincheng Watch Society, rooftop secret room.

Jiang Wan, who found herself ruthlessly abandoned to guard the house, finally calmed down after venting for a while and sat in front of the screen, hugging her knees in a huff.

"Bad woman! Humph!"

The other party is a legendary elf, so they won't care too much about these material possessions in the room. Even if they throw them all away, it doesn't matter; they can just buy more.

Moreover, Jiang Wan did not have the habit of throwing things away without permission.

That's impolite and childish.

It's nowhere near as sophisticated and impactful as doodling in Shirin's notebook.

Without altering the original content, draw some cute and ugly little monster doodles in the corners and edges.

This will make Shirin immediately drawn to these little things when she reads them again, thus distracting her.

perfect!

It was the perfect revenge.

This behavior might seem childish to a primary school student, but for Jiang Wan, who is already in her twenties...

That's perfect.

"No way! When you come back, I'm going to put a monster sticker on your back!"

After talking to herself for a while, Jiang Wan finally reverted to her role as a live stream viewer.

Unlike some people who, like the old man in the monitoring room, open countless live streaming rooms and pick and choose their targets, Jiang Wan is a pure and true fan.

The ingredients are as pure as can be.