“Everyone knows, Orgod’s notorious deeds—he may have come from SSR, but his existence is nothing but a stain on SSR’s reputation.”
Wedge’s face was full of sorrow, and this scene was broadcast to the national audience, causing everyone to empathize with her.
With a sigh, Wedge softly spoke, “The eSports community doesn’t need the false glory he brings, and neither does Infinite Dimensions!”
“Well said, Wedge!” Continue your journey with empire
“Anyone standing with Orgod is insulting US eSports. Godslayer members, quit the guild!”
At the same time, an announcement appeared for everyone to see, and Usher coldly spoke: “Does Orgod dare to face me in a fair battle? Just beat me, and I’ll give you a stronghold.”
Usher and Wedge rode side by side, looking like an inseparable couple, truly an enviable sight.
They exchanged a smile, their acting skills flawless.
“I’ll protect Orson’s honor!”
“Sorry, Madman. I can’t take it anymore.”
Bradley clenched his sword with a determined expression, tears welling up in his eyes. Only he truly understood how much Orson had endured over the years.
Madman wanted to stop Bradley from stepping in, but he didn’t know what to say.
Their goal wasn’t just to crush Godslayer—it was to destroy them mentally, to expose Orgod for what he truly was, and make him the enemy of all players—a laughingstock, a clown!
“I’ll fight you!” Bradley suddenly shouted, his voice full of momentum, resounding across the battlefield.
“Bradley, go!”
“Maybe he has a chance against Usher!”
The Godslayer members perked up. Even though Usher was equipped with a full set of level 15 legendary gear and was an S-rank Holy Archer, Money Traveler’s stats, who had earned the title of “Thousand Kills,” were no slouch either.
And they had a hidden trump card!
Female Dorm God’s Soul Seal, [Left Hand of the Curse King], would boost Bradley’s attributes beyond everyone else!
“Usher’s not that easy to deal with. In previous battles, he hardly fought, but his kill count has already passed 600.”
Madman muttered to himself, his expression serious.
If Usher were just a rich player, that’d be fine, but his skills were at a near-professional level.
“Light and Dark Swordmaster, 1 on the kill board?” Usher stared over, shaking his head, “You’re strong, but you’re not the opponent I’m looking for.”
“Do you think you can challenge Orgod? First get past me!”
Bradley jumped forward and charged straight into the battlefield. His impressive movement speed stunned other guilds.
Madman: “Stay close and fight, don’t let him kite you! Be careful!”
“I got it.” Bradley chuckled coldly, his boosted stats giving him great confidence. If they were mobbed, they had no chance, but a one-on-one duel might just allow them to hold their ground.
“Say something! Dare you face me?” Bradley pulled out his dual light and dark swords, getting into an aggressive stance. His “Thousand Kills” title shone above his head.
“Usher, don’t underestimate him! This guy just took down twenty of us in one go, almost killing with a single blow!” WD’s guild leader warned.
Usher looked back at him indifferently, his eyes full of disdain. Skyslasher scoffed: “Don’t compare my boss to you trash.”
“Fine, then don’t go back on your word. The stronghold belongs to us.” WD’s leader gritted his teeth, saying, trying to suppress his anger.
“Of course, I always keep my word,” Usher said with a faint smile.
This was a garbage stronghold at the edge of the first battlefield, but Usher didn’t care. His purpose was clear: to completely obliterate the so-called Godslayer guild and ruin Orgod’s reputation once and for all.
“I may have influence in the army, but in this game world, I’m the true god!” Usher sneered inwardly.
Usher elegantly dismounted from his horse and took up his golden bow: “Still not giving up? Fine, I’ll indulge you.”
“You’re not in the best shape, are you? Since it’s a fair fight, let me help you out.”
Wedge smiled and waved her staff to cast: “Mana Dispersion.”
Bradley was shaken as two beams of light enveloped both him and Usher, removing their buffs.
“Damn, that sneaky woman! This is bad!”
Madman and Female Dorm God exchanged looks, cursing under their breath. They had hoped to use the curse buffs to mess up Usher, but Wedge had seen through it.
Usher wore all level 15 gear, while Bradley’s [Bloodthirsty Warlord] set was 20-level, but legendary equipment at level 15 outclassed 20-level hero gear.
Even though both were powerful S-ranked players, Usher was level 24, and Bradley only 21—Bradley was at a disadvantage in terms of level.
“Trying to play mind games? You’re still too young.”
Reaver laughed mockingly, noticing the sharp drop in Bradley’s movement speed, meaning the black debuff on him was strong.
Bradley’s face darkened, and he tightened his grip on the sword. Even though the buffs were gone, it didn’t shake his confidence.
He charged at Usher, knowing that his only chance to win was to force the opponent into a close-range fight!
“Golden Split Arrow!”
Usher grinned and used the golden bow’s awakened skill. This was the skill that had previously caused Bradley so much trouble.
Bradley charged forward at full speed, staying calm when the golden arrow came for him. With sharp focus, he swung his dark sword to block it.
Swish!
The arrow split into five mid-air, and all five came straight at him again.
“Reverse Slash!”
Bradley quickly slashed three times with his holy sword, the divine light dazzling as his speed exceeded his normal limit.
The three split arrows turned into dust, and he leaned forward, dodging one arrow while using his high health to tank the last one.
-900
Usher raised his brows. Bradley’s ability to block the arrows surprised him; previously, he had never blocked a single one.
“Such thick health!”
Usher felt uneasy. 900 damage, and Bradley only lost a sliver of health? This was abnormal!
Onlookers gasped, watching as Bradley, with a murderous expression, charged at Usher. He swung his sword.
-700
“Damn it, no crits! Legendary equipment really is broken!” Bradley cursed.
“9800 health? That’s even higher than the tank knight’s!”
“How is a guy in a purple set have so much health? Did he put all his points into health? But his damage isn’t bad either. He just hit Usher for 700!”
Skyslasher and the others were stunned, realizing that this guy was no joke.
“You’re actually good, I’ll admit that. But you’re not the opponent I’m looking for.” Usher said calmly, stepping back, trying to create some distance.
“Run, damn you!”
Bradley swore, using his Wind Thunder Step to keep up with Usher’s speed.
“Lion’s Cleave!”
“Deadly Strike!”
“Crush Magic Combat Art!”
In a short time, seven or eight skills came down on Usher, a dizzying array of attacks.
“This guy… how many skills does he have?”
“Even if he has the money to buy skills, how does a warrior with limited mana use so many skills?”
The crowd was in shock. Though many of Bradley’s skills missed, he still took a lot of damage from Usher’s counterattacks.
“Fancy tricks, all useless.”
Usher backed off casually, his agility over 200 points, able to perform unbelievable dodges and maneuvers.
“You don’t understand anything.”
Bradley’s eyes flashed with killing intent, undeterred by missing his skills.
Usher’s face changed slightly as he realized something was wrong.
His movement speed was much higher than Bradley’s, but he couldn’t shake him off—he was being relentlessly pursued and dragged into sustained combat.
“He’s using skill-based movement… this guy! He might actually win!”
Madman was stunned, realizing that Bradley, despite his previous cluelessness, had actually figured out how to handle Usher’s attacks.
“Light and Dark Unite.”
Bradley’s eyes sharpened.
He closed in on Usher, combining his swords into one massive sword and unleashing his ultimate skill!
The terrifying cross-shaped sword beams were unstoppable.
Double Crit -1400!
Double Crit -1400!
“What the hell… is Usher about to be killed?!”
“Never seen anything like it. This white-haired swordsman is so strong!”
Even in legendary gear, this kind of damage was enough to overwhelm anyone, even Usher of Dragon’s Kiss Guild!
Usher’s expression froze as he was forced to retreat.
Dragon’s Kiss Guild’s leader was killed?!
The players were all stunned, unable to believe their eyes.
Bradley stood proudly in front of Dragon’s Kiss Guild’s army,
shouting: “Who do you think you are, challenging me and Orson?! Damn you!”
“I… I must be hallucinating?”
“Why… are there three Ushers?”
Before Madman and the others could cheer, a cold voice came from behind Bradley:
“Is this how you think you’ve won?”