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Because he jumped too hard, Juan couldn't stop his speed and crashed heavily into the wall of the VIP room, creating a huge hole in it. He tumbled and rolled a long way to another VIP room.

"what……!!"

Only then did his screams rang out.

A supersonic battle ended with Juan losing his arm and falling to the ground in a miserable state.

Fan Xiao had already reacted halfway through. When Juan jumped away, he turned his head and saw Juan crashing through the wall and falling to the floor.

His first thought was that this guy probably wanted to ambush him, but almost died from the little angel's counterattack and instinctively jumped away with all his might.

It's quite impressive that he could dodge the little angel's slash... No, before his mental strength reached the A-level range, the little angel could barely keep up with the reaction speed of an average A-level player, and now he has definitely surpassed the average A-level player.

It was probably because increasing the number to eight wasted some time that Juan was able to escape.

Fan Xiao could understand the little angel's idea—he probably wanted to kill the enemy with one blow, so he increased the number.

Unexpectedly, doing so delayed the opportunity... No, a little angel certainly couldn't kill an A-level player who had been amplified by a conceptual entity with a single strike.

Fan Xiao immediately communicated all his props: "Mirror".

"The Kingdom of Gods".

"The Dance of the Shadows".

The three items, which required their names to be called out to activate, instantly began to operate.

The shadows beneath everyone's feet began to sway restlessly; the mental suppression field and the oblivion field extended outwards from Fan Xiao's center, enveloping the entire welcoming villa, including the A1 VIP room; tiny rhomboid mirrors appeared all around, floating in the air and reflecting the surrounding environment, forming a complete mirror world without any blind spots.

This is just the power of the props on the surface.

Secretly, Fan Xiao activated the psionic "Flesh Progenitor" and the B-grade item "Master Tailor," completing a combined attack that instantly connected him conceptually with everyone in the room, dominating their flesh and blood.

Surrounded by eight black-haired, crimson-eyed angels of death, he took a step forward. The battle aura emanating from his body was like an abyss, like the starry sky, vast and fierce, pressing down on Arik Lach, a former A-level player, making it hard for him to breathe, and Vicky almost lost her footing.

"You managed to dodge my counterattack at the cost of losing an arm? Heh, your strength is not bad. But I advise you not to be too persistent. It's hard to control the force of stepping over an ant without killing it."

Fan Xiao stepped into the swaying shadows and spoke.

He sensed the Mammon Key on the other person, and unsurprisingly, this guy should be a member of Mammon.

The other party must have sensed his Key of Mammon as well.

Members of the Mammon cannot kill each other, so... as long as they are not killed on the spot, it's fine.

After beating the opponent into a severely disabled person who cannot take care of themselves, they can slowly and deliberately kill them, using various methods to evade the monitoring of the Key of Mammon.

Having thought of this, he launched his attack.

The shadow beneath Juan's feet began to wriggle.

Mental repression and amnesia occur simultaneously.

Through the conceptual connection of "Master Tailor," he communicated with the other's flesh and blood, as if manipulating his own flesh and blood, and issued the command of separation and self-destruction.

These attacks were all completed in an instant.

On the other side, Juan felt the various attacks coming at him and was furious.

"You need to control the force of your NMD!"

He only suffered a loss because he underestimated his opponent.

How come in this guy's mouth it became that he fought with all his might and barely escaped with his life?

Who the hell do you think you are?!

Of course, despite the insults, Juan did not lose his temper or become complacent.

His recovery item could be activated without him having to call out his name; it was already in operation. Coupled with the recovery ability and immortality that he, as an A-level player, should have... despite so many buffs, his severed arm showed no sign of healing at all.

This made him feel angry...and also terrified!

A slash carrying an unusually strong curse...!?

Moreover, they completely ignored his defensive items.

So weird!

Never get into close combat with this guy!

Realizing this, Juan used his powerful conceptual defense to suppress the conceptual connection from the unknown object, calming down the restless flesh and blood in his body.

With an A-level evolution rate, his body was as solid as a rock and was not affected by the strange mutations... There were still some minor effects, but they would not interfere with his current battle.

The passive defensive items protected his mind, preventing him from being affected by the opponent's strange mental attacks.

Juan instantly withstood and suppressed all the attacks that were coming his way.

The next instant, he saw Fan Xiao flying towards him at lightning speed, like a cannonball being fired.

He quickly retreated, muttering to himself, "To blend in with the world!"

In an instant, his body exploded, turning into scattered specks of light before his own shadow could rise up and attack him.

*Thud*—The blood scythes of the eight little angels slashed out, instantly erasing one-fifth of the scattered light spots.

The remaining points of light flashed and disappeared, then reassembled in the courtyard outside the VIP room, forming Juan's body.

Juan's face, covered in thick foundation, was deathly pale, as if he had suffered a great deal of mental exhaustion.

Only Juan himself knew his situation—a portion of the light he had created through the prop had been wiped out in one blow, and the missing light would be replenished at the cost of consuming his mental energy.

Otherwise, after he reassembles his body, he will randomly lose a certain part of his body.

Who exactly is that guy in the house?!

He had already transformed into light, yet the opponent could still strike him with that bizarre blood-red slash... What the hell was that thing?!

Suddenly, a tearing sensation struck.

Juan glanced at himself and found that his shadow had stood up, wrapped around him, and was tearing at him.

He frowned and ripped the shadow off—with a tearing sound, his left leg broke.

Juan frowned, restored the prop to operation, and his left leg was instantly restored.

However, the broken shadow was restored immediately.

This shadow is equivalent to his body...?

Suddenly, Juan sensed danger again and quickly transformed back into specks of light, teleporting to another location to regroup.

Where he had been standing, a tiny diamond-shaped mirror appeared, and Fan Xiao instantly teleported out of the mirror.

The crimson light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

A hemispherical hole with a radius of ten meters appeared in the ground.

The floor, soil, rocks... all the materials disappeared without a trace, as if erased from paper by an eraser.

The attack range wasn't particularly large, but it sent a chill down Juan's spine.

"Is he still alive? How pitiful."

Fan Xiao looked ahead and saw Juan far away, then grinned and said, "Vitality that doesn't match one's strength is a waste."

"You rascal... don't get too cocky!"

Juan outwardly expressed disdain, but inwardly he was on high alert.

The other party didn't stop attacking him while speaking. If he hadn't activated all his defensive items and hadn't been physically strong, he might have already fallen!

This guy... can only really threaten me in close combat!

Apart from that, it seems like he's using only B-grade items... He's probably a B-grade player!

Although this guy's items have very strange effects that are hard to defend against, fortunately he is an A-level player, and his conceptual body has already been sublimated once. When faced with fancy abilities, he can defend against them much more easily than a B-level player.

Withstanding the opponent's continuous attacks and surviving a battle shouldn't be a problem.

With that in mind, Juan activated his A-rank item: "Golden Courtyard!"

In an instant, gold enveloped the world.

The physical structure of the ground and air changed rapidly.

Within Juan's vast domain, all inanimate objects were transformed into gold in an instant.

When Fan Xiao realized what was happening, he found himself trapped inside high-density gold—just like when someone was teleported and, due to a misaligned landing point, was stuffed directly into soil or rocks.

His body was being squeezed by an enormous force, instantly deformed and twisted beyond recognition, and he couldn't even move a single finger.

Not only that, the air he had just inhaled also turned into gold, damaging his lungs and trachea.

If it were a player who lacked immortality, they would probably die on the spot.

In addition, Van Shaw discovered that his body was also rapidly turning to gold.

However, it wasn't as outrageous as non-living matter; the transformation process was completed in an instant.

This gave him the opportunity to react and fight back.

*Pfft*—The eight little angels acted immediately, tearing apart and eliminating the massive, thick mass of gold that was as vast and heavy as the earth's strata.

It was as if an invisible, gaping maw of abyss was constantly gnawing at it; the gold was disappearing at an alarming rate.

At the same time, Fan Xiao created a rhombus-shaped mirror at the gap created by the little angel, teleported into the mirror world, and restored his distorted body.

To his surprise, the gold-ification phenomenon on his body only slowed down a bit, and did not stop directly due to the spatial barrier.

This appears to be an attack that locks onto the concept body.

Spatial barriers in the material world can only weaken the intensity of an attack, but cannot completely isolate it...

With that thought in mind, Fan Xiao instantly teleported away from the mirror world.

In reality, a huge block of gold, like a small mountain, stands in the atrium outside the VIP room, filling the entire atrium.

"Fan Xiao, you've gotten so hard."

"Golden and shiny."

Should I cut it off for you?

Eight little angels surrounded Fan Xiao, chattering away.

They were not worried about Fan Xiao's safety.

They were just crazy, not stupid; they knew that Fan Xiao possessed an A-grade item that combined life-saving and offensive capabilities.

As long as the enemy doesn't repeatedly launch attacks that turn gold, Fan Xiao will be in no danger.

Their job is to eliminate the enemy before they can attack again!

"Destroy them all."

Fan Xiao gave the order and simultaneously teleported above the gold block.

The little angels extended their crimson scythes, spun them several times, and suddenly, the massive block of gold, as large as the earth's strata, crumbled and disappeared inch by inch, revealing the incomplete central courtyard area.

Juan had already disappeared, seemingly having taken advantage of the rare opportunity to escape after launching the attack.

Seeing this, Fan Xiao sighed inwardly.

He was just about to switch to the B-level item "100-meter Prison" to restrict the opponent's teleportation, and then increase the number of Little Angels twice to launch a group attack—regardless of whether he could restrict them or not, this was his battle plan, and only by fighting could he know the outcome.

And then... this thing actually ran away!

Damn it... They really don't have the backbone of an A-level player at all!

He actually ran away from a player who had just been promoted to B-rank... He has no shame at all!

"Fine, I'll let you off this time."

Left with no other option, Fan Xiao landed on the ground and abandoned the pursuit.

In any case, besides the "twin angels," he also has "quantum immortality."

Even if the other party escapes to the ends of the earth, he can still find them by using a wooden stick to guide the way.

Glancing at Qiqi and the others following beside him, Fan Xiao said, "You should all go back first."

"Fan Xiao, you're so stingy!"

"miser!"

"Fan Xiao!"