Chapter 455: Chapter 113: Wouldn’t It Be a Bit Disrespectful to Tank Your Attack?
BOOM! With a loud crash, the door flew back into the room, its lock shattered. Amid startled cries and the sound of spilling drinks, Qin Feng stepped inside, brandishing the Beheading Sword he had summoned from his backpack. A golden Sacred Pattern suddenly flared in the dim interior, illuminating the astonished faces of every Sakura Country player present.
It was the familiar rhythm of a surprise attack, a familiar, crushing difference in power.
Those Sakura Country players, who had been eagerly planning to perform a "Beheading" on Qin Feng, now didn’t even have a chance to draw their swords.
The two Swordsman players closest to the door had just summoned the hilts of their swords when they were struck by a Holy Power Light Blade from Qin Feng. The crisp sound of shattering armor rang out along with their screams.
The Assassin Professional on guard was just about to activate their stealth skill when their form was revealed by the golden light of the Holy Protection Aura. A light tap from the Beheading Sword’s scabbard knocked them unconscious to the ground.
The entire office instantly descended into Chaos, a cacophony of overturning tables and chairs, panicked skill chants, and the wails of the dying.
"Damn it!"
"It’s Tingfeng!"
"That guy Tingfeng is in Sakura Country!"
"Quick!"
"Quick, send a message for reinforcements!"
"Get a Tier Four expert player over here!"
"Tier Three players are no match for this stat monster!"
A Sakura Country player of considerable status roared and swung his Tachi, trying to stop Qin Feng’s advance. The Wind Magic coating his blade had just begun to glow cyan when it was completely devoured by the Holy Flame from the Beheading Sword.
He watched in horror as his opponent moved through the chaotic crowd as if taking a stroll, each swing of the Holy Blade claiming a life. The call for help he had just shouted was still echoing in the air when he was sent flying by Holy Power, crashing into the Sakura Emblem decoration on the wall, blood pouring from his mouth and nose.
In less than three minutes, every ordinary player in the office was down. Just then, a Tier Three expert Lord Player, urgently dispatched by the Divine Wind Association, finally arrived via Teleportation Magic.
This Lord Player, wielding a long blade inlaid with a Gemstone, activated his special Profession’s signature skill, Wind Demon Slash, the moment he appeared. A cyan blade of wind slashed toward Qin Feng, screaming as it tore through the air.
"Holy Shield!"
A golden Holy Shield instantly materialized. The blade of wind dissipated against its surface with no effect. Qin Feng seized the opportunity to close in, his Holy Stepping Technique making him as fast as lightning. The tip of the Beheading Sword came to rest precisely against his opponent’s throat.
The Tier Three Sakura Country Lord Player’s pupils contracted in absolute Fear. He could clearly feel the Holy Power from the blade suppressing his own Magic Power, unable to even muster the will to resist.
Qin Feng looked at him, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smirk:
"To be honest,"
"I didn’t even want to use a shield to block your attack."
"But just tanking your damage felt a little disrespectful to someone trying so hard."
"So I figured I’d pop a Holy Shield, just to humor you."
"Oh."
"You probably don’t understand Chinese."
"But it doesn’t matter. You’re about to be on a Resurrection timer anyway, so you don’t need to worry about what I just said."
As his voice fell, Holy Flame surged from the tip of his sword into the opponent’s body. The Tier Three Sakura Country Lord Player’s body was instantly engulfed in golden flames, turning to Ashes before he could even scream.
The thick smoke from the burning Holy Flame gradually dissipated. Not a single soul was left alive in the office on the top floor of the Shibuya high-rise. Bodies and shattered furniture lay strewn about, soaked in fresh blood. Only the Sakura Emblem on the wall, a symbol of the Divine Wind Association’s glory, remained. It bore the scorched black marks of the Golden Holy Flame, its curled wooden edges like withered petals, exuding a deathly desolation.
In a clear space in the center of the office, a circle of faint purple runes was rapidly circulating. Black spatial rifts flashed between the runes as a Teleportation Gate, pulsating with high-tier Magic Power, slowly took shape. The tremors of energy in the air grew increasingly intense.
Qin Feng’s gaze fell upon the Teleportation Gate. He unconsciously toyed with the hilt of his Beheading Sword, not a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He knew the rules of the Lord World’s "Divine Gift: Teleportation Magic" better than anyone. Only Lord Players of the same tier could use each other’s Magic Marks and spatial coordinates to achieve instantaneous point-to-point teleportation in the Real World. The process, from activation to arrival, took a minute or two at most. This was how the Peace Dove Alliance had been able to rapidly deploy multiple Tier Three players as reinforcements during the battle at the Mambo District Villa.
However, for cross-tier teleportation, the difference in Magic Attributes would severely interfere with the stability of the spatial channel. Just calibrating the coordinates would take more than ten times as long.
That was why, even though reinforcements from the Peace Dove Alliance had poured in like a tide, no Tier Four Lord Players ever appeared.
It wasn’t that the Eagles lacked high-tier combat power; they simply couldn’t get there in time.
Those Tier Three players sent as reinforcements had gathered quickly thanks to same-tier Teleportation Magic, but their efforts were merely a futile struggle against Tingfeng’s overwhelming power.
As for the higher-level Tier Four Lord Players, even if they had started teleporting the moment they received the news, the battle would have been long over by the time they traversed the spatial channel and arrived at the villa. John’s soul would have already been completely erased by "Divine Gift: Sealed Resurrection," and Tingfeng would have been long gone...
"Heh."
’They’re a bit faster than the Eagles, at least.’
Qin Feng watched the increasingly distinct fluctuations of Magic Power within the Teleportation Gate, a cold smirk playing on his lips.
The density of the runes and the intensity of the energy in the Teleportation Gate before him were clearly a level higher than the reinforcement portal back in the Mambo District. It was obvious the Sakura Country Lord Players possessed a slightly superior Teleportation Skill. Empowered by the Power of Authority from "Divine Gift: Teleportation," the speed of teleporting high-level Lord Players would be significantly faster.
