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

Chapter 382: Chapter 190: Serious Mode! Why Did You Have to Provoke Him?

But he seemed to completely forgo defending against the other sickle.

SHINK—

The sickle’s sharp edge struck Lin Ye squarely in the back.

However, the expected spray of blood never came.

A harsh, metallic scraping sound rang out, sending sparks flying.

The sharp sickle had merely left a faint white mark on the layer of golden Gang Sha that was so condensed it looked solid!

It hadn’t even managed to break through the Gang Sha!

Qin Wushuang’s pupils constricted.

’Not even a scratch? I can’t break through his defense at all!’

"Did you guys see that?! Qin Wushuang’s attacks can’t break through his defense at all!"

In the meeting room, the smile on Zhang Zewei’s face froze.

Everyone was stunned by Lin Ye’s absurdly terrifying Defense Power!

A smile touched the corners of Dong Dongchen’s lips.

"No one is perfect. While Qin Wushuang possesses ultimate speed, his attack power is, relatively speaking, his greatest weakness."

"He’s a speed-type assassin who is extremely specialized."

"But even so... that defense is just ridiculous!"

On the battlefield, Qin Wushuang’s expression changed.

His speed, his greatest pride, seemed like little more than a circus trick in the face of his opponent’s impenetrable spear defense.

No matter how fast he was, it was meaningless if he couldn’t inflict any effective damage.

A flicker of anxiety sparked within him.

With a low cry, Qin Wushuang stopped his long-range harassment.

His figure flashed as he closed the distance, engaging Lin Ye in close-quarters combat!

A surge of emerald Gang Sha erupted from his body, coating the sickles in his hands. His explosive power and cutting force at close range instantly soared!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Two figures clashed wildly across the Gobi.

Every clash between the sickles and the spear erupted in a blinding shower of sparks and a deafening roar.

Pushing his speed to the absolute limit, Qin Wushuang’s figure became a blur of countless cyan whirlwinds, relentlessly assailing Lin Ye.

Yet, no matter how swift his attacks or how cunning his angles, Lin Ye was like an eternal, divine mountain, completely unmoving.

All his attacks were completely neutralized by the Gang Sha and the unpredictable spear.

「Meanwhile, in Lin Ye’s mind.」

[Ding! You have absorbed Wind Attribute source energy from your opponent. Wind Attribute affinity +2!]

[Ding! Wind Attribute affinity +3!]

The notifications spammed his vision.

Lin Ye was thrilled.

’This opponent’s Martial Arts Spirituality is far stronger than anyone I’ve faced before. It’s almost on par with Zhang Daoxuan from the training camp.’

’Not only am I gaining a lot of affinity from him, but the rate is incredibly high, too!’

Lin Ye even found himself hoping the battle would last a little longer.

Unfortunately, his opponent had completely lost his patience.

His inability to land a decisive blow dealt an unprecedented blow to Qin Wushuang’s pride.

He abruptly retreated, putting several dozen meters between himself and Lin Ye.

His face was now an icy mask.

"Don’t get too cocky!"

His voice had become ethereal, no longer sounding quite human.

"Now, I’ll show you what true terror looks like!"

As his voice fell, a terrifying aura erupted from within Qin Wushuang!

A brilliant cyan light completely enveloped him.

Before the shocked eyes of the millions of viewers in the live broadcast and everyone in the meeting room, Qin Wushuang’s form began to change drastically within the light!

His body elongated, becoming more slender.

Magnificent, jade-green plumes sprouted wildly from his arms and back.

His eyes transformed into majestic, golden vertical slits. Before his brow, the magnificent illusion of a cyan phoenix crest slowly took shape.

A noble, sacred, and ancient pressure, originating from the very depths of his bloodline, radiated outward.

Lin Ye’s eyes narrowed.

He was reminded of Lu Jiuxiao.

’Is this... an Ancestral Spirituality?’

’Lu Jiuxiao’s Ancestral Spirituality is the Ancestral Blood Qilin. Has this person’s spirituality regressed to some kind of mythical bird?’

In the meeting room, a look of keen interest appeared on Wang Jingcheng’s face.

Dong Dongchen continued his explanation, "This is his second Martial Arts Spirituality, an extremely rare, bloodline-based Ancestral Spirituality!"

"There’s only one way for an Awakener to awaken such a spirituality: one of their ancestors, at the source of their bloodline, must have been a true mythological creature!"

"Furthermore, that bloodline must have been passed down for millennia without a single break for there to be even a slim chance of it reawakening in a descendant!"

"According to my research, the Qin Family, which backs Qin Wushuang, possesses a trace of the bloodline of the Ancient Divine Bird Cyan Simurgh."

"The Cyan Simurgh is already renowned for its speed. Now, combined with his original Wind Attribute affinity, it’s a perfect synergy. The boost to his speed is a case where one plus one is far greater than two!"

Before he could even finish, the situation on the battlefield was completely upended.

After completing his Cyan Simurgh transformation, Qin Wushuang’s movements could no longer be described as merely "fast."

In everyone’s eyes, he had become one with the formless, intangible wind.

From the live stream’s bird’s-eye view, even the intelligent camera system designed to track high-speed combat had completely lost its target.

The audience could only see streaks of cyan light flashing erratically across the screen, so fast they left no afterimage.

PFFT!

The faint, abrupt sound of a blade slicing through flesh.

The camera feed froze for an instant before the system automatically zoomed in.

Everyone could clearly see a long, thin gash slowly appear on Lin Ye’s left arm. A few drops of blood seeped from the wound, only to be instantly vaporized.

He was injured!

Although it was just a shallow wound, almost negligible, that had only broken the skin, it meant that Qin Wushuang finally had a chance to win.

「In the Firewood Martial Hall’s meeting room.」

The smile never left Zhang Zewei’s face.

"Bo Han, do you see? Now *this* is the strength worthy of an A-rank contract! Dual Martial Arts Spirituality, and neither of them is weak! This is the kind of genius our Firewood Martial Hall truly needs!"

Long Bohan said nothing.

He could see that Qin Wushuang had played all his trump cards.

But Lin Ye... he remained completely unruffled.

「On the battlefield.」

Qin Wushuang’s figure flickered in and out of existence, his sickles continuously grazing Lin Ye’s body.

His golden, slitted eyes were filled with the glee of a cat toying with a mouse.

"I knew it the moment I came in. You’re that ’Goblin Soldier’ who’s been making waves online recently."

"To be honest, I don’t get why so many people are hyping you up, acting like you’re already invincible."

"All I can say is, during this period, most of the truly top-tier experts are like me—honing their skills in training camps. They have no time to waste on Martial Arts Peak."

"You’ve just been lucky no one has been around to put you in your place."

"Today, I’ll be the one to personally shatter that unrealistic dream of yours!"

Dong Dongchen was dumbfounded when he heard this.

"Damn, this guy is arrogant!"

"Isn’t he basically saying, ’All of you who got wrecked by the Goblin Soldier are just trash. The real powerhouses have been in seclusion. Now that I’m out, your little show is over’?"

Listening to his opponent’s high-and-mighty declaration, Lin Ye found it rather amusing.

’I just wanted to complete this mission quietly.’

’Finish the fight, break the record, get the reward, and be done with it.’

’I couldn’t care less about online fame, much less making history.’

’But now this opponent had to jump out, strike a pose as if he were destiny’s chosen, and forcefully inject drama into what was supposed to be a simple score-grinding run.’

’Well, since you’re so eager to interact...’

’...I suppose I should get a little more serious, too.’

’I gain affinity as long as we’re fighting, anyway.’

’I don’t mind beating him until he can’t fight back, and *then* collecting it slowly.’

’At the very least, it’ll shut that noisy mouth of his.’

For the first time, a hint of a serious expression appeared on Lin Ye’s face.

This subtle change was instantly caught by countless pairs of eyes.

Dongfang Zhen and Zhang Daoxuan, who were spectating through the friend-view feature, both felt a jolt.

They knew that look on Lin Ye’s face all too well.

It was the look he got every time he was about to go all out.

Dong Dongchen, as if compelled by some unseen force, made a judgment that even he found baffling.

"I don’t know why..."

"I just have a feeling... that Qin Wushuang is going to regret what he said today for the rest of his life..."