Triple Critical -28,000!
Triple Critical -26,000!
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In an instant, Poison King was covered in demonic arrows, his body looking like a giant hornet’s nest.
“This is the power of two divine Soul Seals, with an 8% weapon enhancement.” Orson thought to himself, not particularly surprised.
With Usher’s flashy gear and the two divine Soul Seals, if given a safe spot to deal damage, his offensive power would be terrifying.
“He’s so fast!” Naoko said, her jaw dropping in surprise.
Orson blinked in confusion, unsure if the crazy woman was just exaggerating, then frowned and added, “But his accuracy is the real flaw.”
Naoko covered her mouth and giggled, “What about your flaw? Is it like this?”
Orson scoffed. Speed and precision were the true marks of strength!
Usher’s attack speed was incredibly fast, but there seemed to be some unwelcome consequence…
His range was around 1,000 meters—slightly higher than an average archer’s—but the real problem was his accuracy. He only hit about half of the shots at such high speed.
High attack speed was an advantage, but it was a real challenge for a player’s focus. Clearly, Usher had not yet learned to fully harness his potential.
In Infinite Dimensions, there were two main types of archers: one with rapid close-range attack speed, and another with long-range, high-precision shots.
It was clear that Usher and Raven followed completely different paths.
“In this place, your strength can’t even make it into the top ten. Go back to your barbaric land,” Usher said with a cold sneer, as if crushing an annoying ant beneath his boot.
EclipseRider: “Usher is awesome! How dare that clown try to show off here, looking for death!”
The Dragon’s Kiss Guild members began to cheer him on, while other players from different servers were left speechless, feeling a cold sweat run down their backs.
How could the powerful Poison King, who ruled the battlefield, get humiliated like this by US players?
Such an overpowered stealth poison strategy was practically a joke in the eyes of Orgod and Usher!
The foreign players couldn’t help but feel envious, afraid to approach these monster-level US players.
Orson laughed loudly, while Davis and the others had grim expressions and retreated.
Usher, however, was carefully watching Orson. He could ignore all the players here, even the Sword Soul twins, but he could never ignore this bastard in front of him.
Suddenly, TitanBreaker spoke up: “Something’s not right. His body hasn’t disappeared, and his beast has been recalled.”
The Dragon’s Kiss Guild members froze. Poison King Sinternan’s body began to melt, but it didn’t turn into white light to return to the fountain. The poison dragon had already vanished.
“Underworld Poison Stone!”
A sinister voice echoed, and Sinternan’s body solidified into a black stone, its surface cracking open.
A violent red toxic mist exploded from the stone, causing Usher to raise an eyebrow and quickly summon the Dark Dragon to retreat.
Cursed Poison!
Antidotes ineffective!
Real Damage -30,000!
Real Damage -30,000!
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EclipseRider, CrimsonTiger, and other guild leaders turned pale as the toxic mist engulfed them. Within two seconds, they were killed by the deadly poison.
“Revive them,” Usher commanded. The three remaining priests began casting resurrection spells.
However, the result was a failure, as the players were forcibly sent back to the fountain.
“You were too careless. He’s already vanished,” Snow Dream said with a faint smile, sitting on the altar as thousands of fanatical followers bowed before her like she was a goddess descending from heaven.
TitanBreaker’s face turned a dark shade of red as he demanded, “You saw the signs! Why didn’t you warn us?”
“There are too many of you, and only 12 seats. Staying here is useless,” Snow Dream replied casually, indifferent to the lives of the Dragon’s Kiss Guild.
“Strategic Trickster, control your people!” TitanBreaker snapped.
Strategic Trickster, who had been quietly standing beside Snow Dream, sneered, “What gives you the right to lecture us?”
TitanBreaker opened his mouth to retort but found himself at a loss for words.
No one but Usher had the authority to command the bombs placed by the Dragon’s Kiss Guild in the Light Dragon Empire!
“Vile woman, she’s scheming so deeply. Not like the pure, kind people,” Naoko muttered under her breath, sending Orson a private message to brainwash him into seeing the differences between her and Snow Dream.
While Usher and the others continued their strategic battle, this woman was taking advantage of the chaos to kill players flooding into the Abyssal Rift, her feet surrounded by player corpses and loot.
“Hehehe… You’re all beneath me!” Poison King Sinternan’s voice rang out again, but no one could pinpoint his location.
“You cowardly sneak,” Usher growled, commanding the Dark Dragon to roar furiously and use its breath to attack the area, hoping to force Sinternan out of hiding.
“You’re naive. Without any self-preservation methods, how dare he talk so big?” Orson muttered, shaking his head.
Players who dared act recklessly here were all crafty veterans. Without seeing the opponent’s soul dissipate, how could anyone lower their guard?
The “Underworld Poison Stone” was a one-time artifact that could only be found in IND, incredibly rare.
It granted the user a single resurrection opportunity, and the poisonous mist it released dealt massive real damage to surrounding enemies.
“This doesn’t concern you. Take care of yourself,” Usher said coldly.
Though his words were firm, he had already distanced himself far away, wary of a potential ambush.
Orson glanced at the countdown, only a few seconds left before the seats would be claimed.
The players here were all highly self-assured, top-tier individuals in their respective regions, with top-notch gear and items.
Orson’s gaze flickered as he mounted the Crimson Lizard King and soared into the sky. The Heavenly Fire Staff floated in front of him.
“Anyone who can withstand a critical hit from me, stay. Everyone else, leave now.” Orson opened the regional chat, announcing his challenge.
“Pfft…”
Naoko couldn’t help but laugh, teasing, “You’re so bad! Your crit damage is probably something even you can’t survive! You’re trying to kill them all, aren’t you?”
Orson froze, embarrassed. She wasn’t wrong.
The Titan Council required 12 people to open it, and by his own logic, after killing everyone, he might not even have enough people for the 12 seats.
“Arrogant fool, don’t just talk. I can withstand your criticals, even ten of them, a hundred of them!”
“Forget it! Let’s just get rid of all the US players!”
MN players had numbers on their side, and many top-tier players from the Leaderboards were here, forming a significant force.
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With that, a heavily-armored warrior from MN’s region charged forward, donning a black exoskeleton flight suit.
The warrior’s dark skin blended almost invisibly in the shadows.
“Impressive, MN players can achieve a physical invisibility effect. This is much more useful than the divine Soul Seal.”
Orson thought to himself, impressed by the expertise of MN’s top players. If it weren’t for his sharp eyes, he might not have even noticed this charge.
Orson raised his staff and pointed at the MN players, and hundreds of players mounted punk-style magical constructs, charging toward him at high speed.
Having already suffered a setback, Davis frowned and turned away without looking back, seemingly predicting the players’ fate.
“Thanks to the MN region players for their generous support to the Shikigami Guild!” Orson shouted again, his voice full of gratitude.
The MN players hadn’t quite processed what was happening before they saw a ring of blue light encircling Orson’s arm.
Whisper of the Wind activated, raising his attack speed to 7.0.
He wasn’t like Usher, who could achieve a ridiculous 20.0 attack speed.
But his advantage lay in each Chaos Magic Ball—large enough to do serious damage!
Poof, poof, poof…
Chaos Magic Balls formed into waves of fiery power, sweeping toward the charging MN players.
-8,000!
Critical -250,000!
Burning – Immune!
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