How Do We Play If This Boss Isn't Nerfed?

Chapter 381: Chapter 190: Serious Mode! Why Would You Provoke Him?

The map was a vast, boundless expanse of barren desert. Howling winds kicked up sand and dust, severely limiting visibility.

The moment the battle began, Lin Ye didn’t hesitate for a second. He exploded forward, launching himself like an arrow from a bow and taking the offensive!

It was the same simple, unadorned, yet masterfully perfected straight thrust!

The spear tip tore through the air with a sharp whistle, aimed straight between Qin Wushuang’s eyes!

To the nearly one million viewers in the stream, the thrust was already the pinnacle of speed!

However...

Qin Wushuang was faster!

Just an instant before the spear tip could touch him, his figure blurred and vanished like sand scattered by the wind.

Lin Ye frowned.

It was only an afterimage.

A sharp gust of wind assaulted him from the left.

The real Qin Wushuang had somehow already appeared at his side.

"Too slow."

The taunting whisper reached Lin Ye’s ears clearly.

Qin Wushuang held two strangely shaped weapons.

They were a pair of jet-black hook-sickles, their crescent-shaped blades glinting with a sinister cold light.

An extremely thin but durable metal chain was attached to the end of each sickle, with the other end wrapped around his arm.

Such a weapon was versatile and unpredictable, capable of both close-quarters combat and long-range attacks by throwing it with the chain.

He could have easily seized the opening from Lin Ye’s missed attack to launch a devastating counter.

But he didn’t.

He simply closed in at extreme speed, watching Lin Ye with a leisurely air, like a hawk toying with its prey.

However, the shock or solemnity he expected to see on Lin Ye’s face never appeared.

On the contrary, Lin Ye’s eyes lit up.

This ranking journey, with its string of instant kills over the past few days, had started to bore him.

Now, finally, an opponent had appeared who could surpass the pure speed of his normal P1 state.

’The game is finally getting interesting.’

CLANG!

With a twist of his wrist, Lin Ye swept his long spear horizontally, its shaft carrying immense force as it arced toward Qin Wushuang’s waist!

But in the next moment, Qin Wushuang’s figure once again vanished like a wisp of smoke.

Lin Ye’s attack missed again.

The light from Lin Ye’s Star-Piercing Spear flashed like lightning. It moved so fast that it became a blur of countless intersecting black lines, weaving an impenetrable web of death around him.

Each thrust precisely anticipated where Qin Wushuang might appear.

But every strike missed.

Qin Wushuang’s Body Technique was too uncanny. It was as if he had completely merged with the wind, leaving no physical form, no discernible path.

Lin Ye, however, felt no anxiety.

He could sense that his opponent wasn’t going all out, either.

More importantly...

A continuous and extremely potent fluctuation of Wind Attribute source energy was radiating from Qin Wushuang.

’He’s a walking, jumbo-sized Wind Attribute EXP pack!’

’I haven’t had a chance to replenish my Wind Attribute affinity.’

’Now that the opportunity’s here, I should obviously milk it for a while.’

However, to the others watching in the livestream and the conference room, the scene looked completely different.

"What the hell? What’s going on? Is Goblin being suppressed?"

"He can’t land a single hit! That Qin Wushuang is like a ghost!"

"This is looking bad. Brute force can overcome skill, but what’s the point of all that power if you can’t even touch the hem of his clothes!"

"No way! Is the legendary winning streak really going to end here? I can’t accept this!"

The viewers in Dong Dongchen’s stream were split into two camps, arguing nonstop.

Dong Dongchen himself also wore a grave expression.

His heart was in his throat.

In the conference room, the smile had returned to Zhang Zewei’s face, growing wider and more brilliant.

He crossed his arms, glanced at Long Bohan, and let out a soft "tsk."

"Well, well. It seems this ’dark horse’ you’re so fond of is nothing special after all."

"Speed is one of a Martial Artist’s most important attributes. If you’re completely outmatched in speed, how can you possibly fight?"

Long Bohan’s fists, resting at his sides, clenched tightly.

He didn’t retort, merely staring intently at the screen.

Wang Jingcheng leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the tabletop. His eyes flickered, his thoughts unreadable.

Back in the stream, Dong Dongchen began to analyze the situation rationally.

"In the New Star Sequence division, it’s simply unrealistic to expect the same kind of overwhelming, instant-kill victories as before!"

"To be honest, I’m not panicking in the slightest."

"Because when it comes to speed, probably no one in the top 100 of the New Star Sequence can compare to this Qin Wushuang."

"This Qin Wushuang has Dual Martial Arts Spirituality, and his first Martial Arts Spirituality is called Qing Lan!"

"It’s essentially a Wind Attribute affinity spirituality, and it has already reached the third level: Domain!"

"But look—he’s compressed his domain into a tight, half-meter radius around his body, allowing almost no excess energy to escape. That level of control is simply terrifying!"

"He’s only one step away from the fourth stage: Mimicry!"

"The fight has just begun. All I’ll say is that Goblin Soldiers still has plenty of trump cards he’s shown before that he hasn’t used yet."

Just as Dong Dongchen was giving his analysis, the situation on the battlefield shifted once more.

Qin Wushuang finally bared his fangs and launched an attack!

The hook-sickles left his hands, transforming into two streams of black light. They carved two bizarre arcs through the air, silently circling behind Lin Ye to strike at his back and neck!

DING!

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Lin Ye didn’t even turn around. With a backhand strike, he precisely tagged one of the incoming hook-sickles with his spear.