The battle with the self-proclaimed Adjutant Wood actually did not last too long. This was not because Wood was not strong. On the contrary, this man had been an undercover agent in the army for many years and had even sneaked into the principality fortress.

The guy who holds the position of deputy commander is stronger than most people imagine - in addition to the powerful fighting skills he has shown before, this guy seems to also use a technique similar to mental coercion.

Judging from the few words revealed when Duan Qing checked his own character attributes, the enemy named Wood seemed to have particularly strong mental attributes, and would exude this strong will in battle, thus shocking the surrounding people.

The enemy's actions. This so-called suppression naturally has no effect on the player's combat process in the game, because virtual reality cannot directly affect the players' brains and spirits - at best, it can scare everyone through images - but freedom

The system of the world naturally has a way to materialize various negative states, and this coercion is reflected on the people present, and it becomes...a reduction in physical strength.

The upper limit of physical strength of more than a dozen players present has been reduced by more than 50%. Those with poor mental and willpower can only find a green hope under their own life bar.

“I don’t have the physical strength to crack an egg!”

"I can only sprint for five steps, and then I have no energy left..."

"I'm better than you, but even if I rush to the boss, I can't use my skills... Do I have to kill him with a flat slash?"

"hateful……"

"Brother Mo... I heard they called you that, right?"

After the muffled sound of another fist fight, Spartak, who was dressed in a strong suit, finally couldn't bear his temper. He turned to Duan Qing, who was sitting on the side holding a big knife and seemed to have nothing to do with him, and asked: "How about you?"

Aren’t you going to give it a try?”

"Try what?"

"Try... how to break the other party's shackles."

Another group of players screamed and retreated under Wood's attack. Spartak clenched his fists and stared at the smiling figure of the Boss again: "Behind that guy is the commander.

Although the room has been blown to pieces, there should be... survivors."

"Dusk should be in there too."

"No wonder..." Duan Qing smiled and shook his head: "This guy can't even move a step."

"I don't know when he appeared here." Spartak's voice was still cold: "But since I woke up...he has been guarding this door."

"Have you come to see the general?"

"Of course, such a big thing happened before...it's always right to tell him."

Behind the corridor in the distance, the thick smoke became less than before, but instead, the shouts of death from below gradually became louder. Pressing his still sore chest, Duan Qing shook his head helplessly,

Then he held on to the handle of the knife and climbed up slowly: "Can't... let people take a rest..."

"Brother Mo is so strong, there must be no problem with this injury." The other party said without looking back: "My physical strength has also been reduced by o%, otherwise..."

"Hey, looking at you looking so aggressive, I thought you were fine."

"The system wants to impose sanctions, and there is nothing you and I can do." Spartak crossed his arms: "Besides... I have been targeted by the other party."

"oh?"

"Once I get close, my upper limit of physical strength will drop again." The man in the suit whispered: "So... I have no choice but to fight with him head-on."

What a man, can't you withdraw yourself...

Looking at the pile of scratches on the ground, Duan Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly, then crossed his body and walked in front of him: "Very good tank, you have done a good job..."

His answer was a cold snort: "No nonsense..."

"But." Looking at Adjutant Wood who was looking back and forth in his direction, Duan Qing muttered in a low voice: "I'm just afraid... the other party doesn't only have this one trick."

As soon as he finished speaking, a violent stream of air suddenly burst out not far in front of Duan Qing, and then turned into several invisible air blades, which reflected back and forth between the aisles of the corridor at extremely fast speeds. Some of them had no time to dodge.

The players who were hit covered their cuts and fell down screaming, while others who successfully evaded had to retreat again - their remaining physical strength was already trying their best to dodge.

is exhausted.

"Look." Duan Qing pointed forward and said, "That's it, the boss's skills can't be matched..."

"Can that still be called Boss?"

"Hey……"

Spartak, who sneered, was about to continue speaking when several nearby players who retreated already shouted in this direction: "I... you two, think of a way!"

"Yeah, I know you two are great masters..."

"Hurry, hurry, even if it's just to save a few of our lives..."

"Don't laugh, our lives are the least valuable." Duan Qing held the giant sword and said: "But... there is always a way."

"Oh? What, do you have the skills to restrain him?"

"That's true, I'm not a god." Duan Qing smiled, and then his expression became serious: "But I have to be better first..."

"This boss battle has nothing to do with personal gain or loss, or rewards. Our only purpose... is to kill the guy on the opposite side."

Looking at the other scattered players who slowly retreated after hearing the sound, Duan Qing said solemnly: "Do you have any opinions?"

"No, that's how it is."

"That's right, if Fars Fortress is gone, how can we play in the future?"

"Yes, yes..."

Seeing those who were hesitant before giving up in the general trend, Duan Qing smiled again: "Very good, then follow my command."

"This boss looks really strong. The average team probably can't do anything about it, but it's a pity..."

He flicked his eyes that way: "There are many of us."

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About half a minute later, the players on Duan Qing's side reappeared. But this time, the players lined up in scattered rows in the corridor, and then walked slowly towards where Wood was.

That's right, everyone is walking because it doesn't consume physical energy.

"interesting……"

His eyes became sharp, and the man who called himself Wood showed an incomprehensible smile. His hanging arms slowly swung back, and then he jerked forward: "I'll just let you move around."

Following his action, two invisible air blades flew towards the other end of the corridor, and then hit the two players on the way as expected. However, unlike the previous screams and running around, these two players

When they fell to the ground, their words were general complaints.

"……Hit the jackpot."

"Yeah, what a bad luck..."

"I told you not to stand on my side, but you insist on standing here... Hey, hey, don't move, don't move..."

Under Wood's surprised gaze, the remaining players still maintained their order and walked forward calmly. A dozen pairs of eyes stared at his face, as if they were staring at a dead person.

.

"The adventurers of the Principality... seem to still have some courage."

The smile on his face became wider. Wood bent down and spread his arms, preparing to teach these people who never change their expressions in the face of death and dare to stare at him some bigger lessons. But he didn't know that those people

Players have completely different things in mind.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me, I'm so ugly..."

"You are ugly? Who am I if you are ugly..."

"Besides, you only get beaten if you are ugly. Last time I bet on the competition, that guy Koala seemed to have guessed everything wrong, which caused me to lose a lot..."

"Your ugliness is not the same thing as ours... Oops, it's just a little bit different, I... can you two stay away from me..."

"Don't hit me, don't hit me...ah? What are you doing?"

While laughing, two more players fell, but the distance between the remaining players and the Boss became closer and closer. As swords and guns gradually stood up, the anger in Wood's eyes became more and more intense.

For a moment, he hugged his chest with both hands, as if he was planning to use the big move he had used before, but someone behind him reacted faster than him - seeing his movements, he kept following behind.

Duan Qing suddenly shouted loudly: "It's now! Come on!"

"Drink ah ah ah! Beat him up for me!"

"Fig! It's up to you!"

"Qi! If you can't kill that guy, don't ask me to find you a girlfriend again!"

Amidst the chaotic shouting, several people standing in the front of the team suddenly grabbed the bodies of the players behind and threw them in the direction of the boss. The expressions of surprise and anger reappeared in the

At the same time as that face appeared, Wood's movements did not stop, and the crazy air flow completely exploded in the next moment.

boom!

During another flurry of air blades, two of the players who were thrown over were unfortunately hit by random bullets and fell to the ground like rag bags. However, the surviving players, including those at the back, finally withstood the violent chaos.

flow, and then all rushed forward with swords - after so many sacrifices, their physical strength has been preserved to the maximum extent, and it is time to let it out in a wave.

"Finally we're here...it's really troublesome."

"There is no way, they are all savages, and not many of them know each other. To be able to achieve this level has exceeded my expectations."

Looking at the figure of the Boss flying up and down in the chaos of knives, Duan Qing relaxed his shoulders, then bent forward and assumed a sprinting posture: "Your lock-on should be gone, right?"

"Of course, the opponent is not a god either." His knuckles cracked, and Spartak took two steps forward: "I can have a good fight."
To be continued...