Chapter 750: Chapter 710: The Final Battle!
“Using cold weapons instead of guns?”
Ivan was a bit stunned, as this conclusion was quite counter-intuitive.
But with ineffective traps, the killer’s weapon being more advanced, invisibility, and bulletproof armor, it seemed that only close combat had any hope.
Although the opponent’s figure was quite imposing, at least their stomach was exposed.
There’s a weakness, so they can be killed!
With that in mind, Ivan determinedly closed the forum and prepared for battle once again.
This time, he didn’t forget to take an ax from the wall of the wooden house and hang it on his waist.
After the last update, three types of cold weapons appeared in the game shop: hunting knife, hunting spear, and hunting ax.
But very few people used them.
—You can’t even catch prey with a gun, so what are you dreaming of chasing with a knife…
As for those large prey that can’t run, it’s hard to tell who would die if you use a hunting knife or spear against them.
Anyway, Ivan’s winning rate with a hunting spear against a bear was only 50-50.
As for the hunting ax, Ivan had always used it as a tool for cutting down trees, at least replacing his stone ax.
In fact, most of the time, hunting knives were used to cut tree branches and shrubs, and no one really used them for actual hunting.
But now, the importance of these weapons suddenly became prominent—
It might not work for hunting, but it works for fighting people!
Even the always useless ax can be used for armor penetration.
With an ax around his waist, a hunting spear on his back, and a hunting knife in hand, Ivan walked out of the wooden house and headed towards the forest where the killer disappeared, embarking on a difficult journey.
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Ivan’s conclusion was: “If the opponent’s hot weapons are stronger than mine, then I’ll use cold weapons.”
Based on the same information, many Daxia players concluded: “If the opponent’s hot weapons are stronger than mine, then I’ll get more hot weapons. Can eight guns really be afraid of one?”
As for being defeated one by one?
That’s a matter of teamwork and tactical literacy.
To put it more bluntly: don’t blame your opponent for being strong if you’re just bad.
Chasing Wind was leading his team in such a way, including pulling in an old acquaintance, Warehouse Bird.
Of course, although he was the leader in name, it was actually Warehouse Bird who was directing the team.
At first, they were actually playing [Extraordinary Battlefield], but after seeing the “Numbered Commemorative Medal” reward of [Cross-Border Pursuit], they immediately switched places without hesitation.
They all had hunting guns, with a 25-meter gap between each one, and then fired alternately at random.
—This distance was the result of life-threatening experiences. In order to get this accurate data, they were annihilated by the shoulder cannon three times in a row.
As for random firing, it was purely a matter of luck.
What if they hit the mark by chance?
Even if they didn’t hit, as long as they kept moving, the killer would have to follow suit, and eventually they would slip up.
When that time comes, just provide immediate fire coverage.
…
Yi and Yelang also joined the [Cross-Border Pursuit] task for the fun of it.
However, they never considered going head-to-head and directly started with some unorthodox tricks:
After forming a group of 8, they let two people enter the game world, then sent invitations to the other 6. Once they received the invitation, the teammates didn’t accept or decline it, they just waited.
The two of them wandered around while sending invitations to their teammates every minute.
Until Yi was suddenly stabbed through the heart!
Yelang immediately shouted in the team channel: “Come!”
6 teammates instantly accepted the invitation, entered the game world, raised their guns and fired!
“Bang, bang, bang!”
“Dang, dang, dang!”
Gunshots and the sound of metal colliding echoed together.
Sparks and green blood splattered everywhere, and then—
A double-edged spear more than two meters long suddenly appeared in the air.
Accompanied by a terrifying, inhuman roar, the killer swung the spear in a circular slash. In the densely clustered squad, a bloody ring suddenly burst open!
At the moment Yi disappeared into the light, the 7 teammates were simultaneously knocked back, their guns instantly shattered and scattered on the ground.
In the middle of the bloody ring, only the mysterious killer bleeding green blood was left standing.
The rest was just finishing them off one by one.
This trick only worked once. The second time they tried to use the same old trick, the killer immediately left without a moment’s delay after slashing Yi’s neck.
By the time their teammates teleported over, the killer was long gone.
With the mindset of “three strikes and you’re out,” they tried it one more time. After failing again, they decisively withdrew and beat a hasty retreat.
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The number of times Ivan died was far greater than Yi and Yelang, who were just joining in for the excitement.
He rushed into the forest time and time again, but each time he fell short of success.
Killed by the killer’s sudden descent, a knife plunged into his skull.
Had his throat silently cut by the killer.
Pinned to a tree by a spear that came out of nowhere.
He was lifted up and smashed to death on a rock.
…
Dying over and over again, even the audience could hardly bear to watch, but Ivan never entertained the thought of giving up.
Amidst these repeated deaths, however, he had a slightly unconventional thought:
Perhaps he should find a martial arts master from Daxia in the virtual world and learn some martial arts.
Reliance on a strong and sturdy body was useful in reality, but meaningless in the virtual world – as evidenced by him currently being beaten up by his opponents.
Skills and knowledge were the keys to widening the gap between players.
The more he fought with this killer, the clearer this feeling became.
To avoid falling behind top players in the future, he needed to find a way to strengthen these aspects.
It would be best to learn cold weapon skills, but in Daxia, cold weapons seemed to be not easily taught?
He was unsure whether there would be an opportunity.
Unfortunately, Sambo, which could be learned in Russia, focused on sport development.
Although it has a dominant influence in Eastern Europe, its development in the practical direction had always lagged behind and was significantly behind America’s mixed combat and Daxia’s martial arts.
However, mixed combat does not have matching cold weapons, and Daxia’s martial arts are closely connected with cold weapons – even to the extent that unarmed combat techniques can be considered “weaponless practice”. So in his opinion, it’s best to learn martial arts directly from a Daxia master.
These thoughts were temporarily swirling in his mind, offering no immediate help to his current situation.
He fought again and again, dying again and again, unbowed and unbroken.
From daybreak to nightfall, and from nightfall back to daybreak.
From cloudless skies to changing weather and accumulating rain clouds.
– The duration of a day and night in the game world was much shorter than in reality, and the weather changed more frequently.
Ivan had no interest in these matters; he was fully engrossed in the continuous battles.
Gradually, through these countless deaths in battle, he felt something was changing.
He was no longer anxious and instantly killed upon facing his opponent.
He was no longer defenseless, relying only on blind luck to land hits.
He was no longer easily crushed, repeatedly being overpowered.
His mind became as still as water, even able to anticipate his opponent’s attacks in advance.
He became agile and keen, knowing how to dodge, block and counterattack.
He could even go toe-to-toe with his unseen opponent for more than a dozen moves without giving in!
This feeling was somewhat familiar to him, like…
A weakened version of [Combat Sensing].
Perhaps about 5% of its effectiveness?
Although he still couldn’t avoid death, he now had the power to fight back.
With this, Ivan became even more determined.
Until the umpteenth time, when dark clouds gathered and rain was about to fall, he stepped into the forest again.
This time, he didn’t need to search or wait for the killer to appear.
Because the mysterious killer was standing on a rock, looking down from above, silently waiting for him.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky in the distance, and thunder rumbled towards them.
The flash of lightning illuminated the world for a moment, allowing Ivan to see the full appearance of his opponent-
A robust and strong body, beige skin, crocodile-like ridges on the surface of the skin, sharp claws extending from the tips of his fingers, thick metal wristbands on his wrists, the cold glint of the bowl blade protruding from the wristbands.
The breastplate and shoulder armor were clearly some type of alloy, but their shape resembled large animal bones.
Behind the metal helmet, the dense tubes of hair danced in the wind like living creatures!
This… This… This was not a human at all!!
The sudden appearance, coupled with the suffocating design, left Ivan unable to breathe.
He had always thought that the cruel serial killer, the mysterious invisible murderer, was a physically strong and powerful man.
As for the green phosphorescent blood, it was probably the result of some sort of “mutation”, and it was this mutation that gave him the ability to become invisible.
Misled by information on the forum, he even suspected that the killer might be a black man.
But… But!
He could never have guessed that this wasn’t a person at all!
As if feeling that the shock he had given Ivan was not enough, during the next lightning flash, the terrifying monster removed his helmet and casually threw it at his feet.
Instantly, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and heavy rain poured down!
With the help of the lightning, Ivan saw his face clearly-
What an incredibly ugly face!
Raised brow ridge, sunken eyes, dense spots, naturally split lower jaw, gruesome and disgusting double rows of teeth, all making it unbearable to look at directly!
Four vivid red blood-like characters appeared on the monster’s shoulder-
[Iron-Blooded Warrior]!
This mysterious killer finally had a name.
Bearing this horrifying visage, the Iron-Blooded Warrior raised his spear, bathed in thunder and torrential rain, leaped off the rock, and charged directly at Ivan!
Ivan did not back down; he raised his hunting spear, took a large step, and met the charge head-on!
A strong premonition rose in his heart-
This would be… the final battle!