novelraw Chapter 402: Then Let’s Settle This with Martial Combat! Clearly Beyond the Limit of Morning Irritation
Chapter 402: Then Let’s Settle This with Martial Combat! Clearly Beyond the Limit of Morning Irritation
“What?” As a Japanese person, Chiyo Eine certainly knew what an executioner was, but she just didn’t quite understand.
“You don’t need to worry about so much. If necessary, just defeat me and get the third point,” Xie Antong said, without explaining much.
“Of course, the possibility of that happening should be low.”
At this moment, she looked a little exhausted. All the previous maneuvers had taken a heavy toll on her spirit.
It wasn’t just speculation and plotting; confronting Perfect Life and The Creator was also very draining.
Right now, to prevent herself from slipping into an emo state too early, she was trying her best to recuperate her mental strength.
Chiyo Eine looked at her with some concern and tentatively asked,
“So, is there anything you need me to do now? What’s the plan?”
“Plan?” Xie Antong raised her eyelids slightly. “The plan is already complete.”
Chiyo Eine: ?“One tiger has already been driven into the cage of another tiger. What’s left is to see who’s stronger.”
“Unfortunately, your third chance to enter the room has been wasted on me.”
“Sorry.”
But Chiyo Eine didn’t feel sorry at all; she even thought that the other party not wanting her to go might be a form of caring.
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Inside Room Nine, black smoke filled the air. The Despair God’s Emissary held Lu Ce’s head with both hands, but at this moment, he was trembling slightly.
What kind of spiritual world did this man have?!
Since becoming a God’s Emissary, he had never seen anyone like this!
His mind was like a giant miscellaneous goods store, countless things piled up together. Almost every kind of mental illness in the world could be found in his brain.
And all these things seemed to be asleep at the same time. When his despair emotion entered, it seemed there was no foothold at all!
No, that’s not right!
“Damn it!”
Cursing, he suddenly pushed away the person in front of him with a very ugly expression.
Of course, since his whole face was black, no one could tell it looked ugly.
But at this point, he was completely unable to break through the other’s spirit. If this continued, he wasn’t sure what the consequences would be.
“Tsk, this guy is already asleep…”
“If I could just kill him outright, that would be best…”
His thoughts began to stir rapidly. He glanced at the “Wen” character on the ground, looking very hesitant.
“Tsk…”
After some mental struggle, suddenly, he kneeled on one knee, placing both hands on the ground.
The whole room instantly filled with black patterns. A large capital character with black and red strokes appeared on the floor.
— “Wu”!
This was the character of his room!
Xie Antong’s judgment was correct. He didn’t have a fixed room; that was his privilege.
But that didn’t mean he had no “room” at all. Whenever he wanted, he could treat any room as his own!
He could replace or overlap with other players’ room domains at will.
And the character in his room was “Wu” (meaning “Martial”).
This was especially chosen by him so that in critical moments, he could use absolute martial force to eliminate players.
It could be said that he had taken cheating to the extreme. From the moment he entered this game, all restrictions were on the players, and all benefits were his.
The only problem was that once he really started a martial combat in his own room, there was no way to quit.
In other words, he had to fight to the end because this was considered the opponent “challenging” him, and he couldn’t just decide to stop playing and leave.
From the moment the martial combat started, his existence truly became equal to a “player,” beginning a “fair” battle.
But he was a God’s Emissary!
He was the Despair God’s Emissary. In this ecology called the game, players were sheep; they were the wolves!
“Heh heh…”
The smoky figure gradually solidified. Although transforming into this state seemed like a self-demotion, the overwhelming sense of power swelling inside still made him feel very pleased.
He hadn’t been in this state for a long time. This feeling…
“Was wonderful!”
“Heh heh, I’ll give you a chance. Wake up now. You should still be able to struggle a bit.”
After the words fell, he didn’t give any time. With a teleportation, the black smoke exploded and reformed in front of Lu Ce. His hands directly grabbed Lu Ce’s head again!
But this time, it was no longer a mental attack.
“Just kidding, I won’t give you a chance~.”
In this state, he was already determined to win and no longer cared about torturing or collecting despair.
His whole body inflated. Grabbing Lu Ce’s head with both hands, he twisted forcefully!
Under that dark green mask, Lu Ce’s head had no reaction ability at all and was twisted 180 degrees!
Crack!
A teeth-grinding sound rang out. The cracking of muscles and bones was extraordinarily loud, as if someone’s head was being forcefully twisted off!
Buzz!!
The space instantly quieted, but for some reason, the Despair God’s Emissary felt he heard a buzzing sound.
Suddenly, a huge resistance came from his hands. The head that had already been twisted backward suddenly could not be twisted anymore!
Slap!
Lu Ce’s right hand pressed against his own head, beginning to twist it forcefully in the opposite direction of the applied force.
It looked like he wanted to twist his head back.
On the mask of laziness, a pair of vivid eyes slowly opened.
The eyes were bloodshot, glaring fiercely as if ready to explode at any moment.
Those weren’t just patterns anymore—it was as if a real pair of eyes had mysteriously grown on the mask!
What was this thing?
The Despair God’s Emissary’s mind was puzzled for a moment, then he felt something was off. Why wasn’t this person dead?
Isn’t twisting the head backward a fatal injury?
Not thinking too much, the black mist in the room exploded again. He twisted hard once more!
Boom!
In an instant, Lu Ce grabbed his wrists with both hands. Suddenly, he shook his head and rammed it into the body of the Despair God’s Emissary.
The Despair God’s Emissary’s body responded and turned into a black beam, smashing into the room’s wall.
Black cracks instantly spread throughout the room. Black smoke filled the air, making it look as if he had been shattered by that headbutt.
Lu Ce held his own head with both hands to prevent it from falling off, wobbling as he stood up from the ground.
He had been enduring almost an hour without sleep. Just as he finally fell asleep, he was immediately woken up by someone…