Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 587: He’s Dead—Being Number One in the World Has Nothing to Do with You!

These few people who suddenly charged over, each one's aura was exceptionally powerful and formidable, clearly not simple characters.

These players were all top-ranked figures on the Peak Rankings, and in this state, their impact against "Sin" was a force that could not be ignored.

It's just that all the other players were still somewhat shocked.

The situation at hand was clearly already trending towards being settled. These angels were throwing their lives away like they were worthless, using themselves as cannon fodder, and then the Death Messenger and "Sin" were engaged in a righteous "one-on-one."

Redefining one-on-one...

Even if the Saints wanted to fight, most of the time it was just skirmishing to contain him. How could they actually go looking for trouble with "Sin"?

Not to mention, people like Perfect Life even wanted to turn around and fight the Death Messenger instead. It was even more impossible for them to cause trouble at a time like this.

Wordcaster-Bai, who had been slacking off all along, watched these people charge forward and couldn't help but complain once again.

"Hey, not to be rude, friends, but why make a move at a time like this? Wouldn't it be better to just slack off and watch?"

As a top-ten player in the world, his personality was the most slacker-like and laid-back type. From the moment he entered this game, his goal was to survive.His consecutive Perfect Clearance streak had already been broken before, so he didn't care about his performance anymore.

Up to now, in the entire world, only two people had maintained a perfect clearance streak from the very beginning until now: "Sin" and Perfect Life.

Even Perfect Life wasn't in a hurry, so why were they? Moreover, at this moment, it didn't seem like victory or defeat was so set in stone.

And at this moment, Perfect Life slowly furrowed his brows, looking at these people who had made their move.

"Haha..."

He sneered coldly, his expression of disgust already overflowing.

On the field, countless angels flapped their wings, desperately pulling Pride backward. The combined pulling force was too strong. At this moment, he originally couldn't attack the Death Messenger with his full strength anyway.

Looking at the people on both sides of him, Pride still withdrew all his downward force. Instead, he took the golden battle axe to his side and swung it in a circle around his own body!

The sharp force instantly changed direction, drawing a large circle around his own body. The flat side of the axe heavily slapped against the bodies of those who had charged over.

All the figures were sent flying through the air, tumbling into the distance. But at the same time, their attacks also caused Lu Ce's movements in the air to instantly stall, the forces canceling each other out.

How could the Death Messenger possibly miss such an opportunity? A purplish-black spatial confinement instantly appeared, like a giant hand tightly gripping all his possible movement paths.

Then, the scythe swung.

A sound completely unlike anything a human body could make came from Pride's body. His exposed upper torso instantly gushed with blood like a fountain.

Pride's all-attribute bonus, combined with Lu Ce's monstrous physical constitution under life-burning, was what allowed him to barely withstand this blow, not being directly cleaved in two by this scythe slash.

But on his chest, a long wound appeared, stretching directly from his shoulder to below his ribs, deep enough to see bone!

Even the bone itself bore a deep imprint. At the location of his heart, a faint hint of dark gold could be seen.

That was the location of the Gate of Death.

Seeing that her attack had finally landed, although it had severely wounded her opponent, the Death Messenger, while marveling at his physical resilience, finally let out a sigh of relief.

And those players who had previously besieged Lu Ce, the ones who were sent flying, were actually even happier now, each looking utterly ecstatic!

More extreme than the Death Messenger, some even directly chugged a potion and charged toward Pride in the air once again!

One among them had clearly already received reinforcement from a Divine Messenger. Shining with golden light, he arrived before Lu Ce!

Boom!

The giant axe and his body collided violently, emitting a buzzing sound. The man's figure exploded violently, yet a new one reappeared in the distance. Clearly, the previous one was just a clone.

Grinning hideously, he looked at the weapon in his hand, seeming very satisfied with his current power, that surging, substantial feeling.

"My name is Yang Feng, currently ranked forty-first."

No one had even asked him, yet he suddenly spoke up on his own initiative, stating his name.

Among those who had besieged Lu Ce earlier, he was the only one with a Chinese face, and also the most zealous.

"Do you know why I want you dead so badly?"

Pride couldn't even be bothered to pay him any attention now. He pressed the burning giant axe against his own wound, producing a sizzling sound like grilling meat, causing the flesh to quickly fuse together to facilitate subsequent recovery.

Yang Feng continued speaking, not knowing where he got his mental fortitude.

"Because when you die, I will ascend to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was suddenly interrupted by someone from the other side. Perfect Life spoke up at this moment, mercilessly stating:

"It's nothing more than the Divine Messenger promising you some benefits before this game, making you deal with Sin no matter what, playing some underhanded tricks off the field."

"The incompetent choose to take it for granted and throw away their courage, attaching everything about themselves to others. Come to think of it, it makes sense. If not for this, you probably wouldn't even have the courage to participate in this game."

Yang Feng's face instantly turned somewhat ugly. He looked at Perfect Life and said with a bluster that betrayed his fear:

"What nonsense are you talking? This is what should be done within the game, different factions. Why aren't you making a move?!"

"No need to pretend. The game has approached me too, more than once," Perfect Life said calmly.

"I imagine the benefits they promised me would be considerably higher than yours. It's just that I'm unwilling to be a dog with a broken spine."

Yang Feng's face instantly flushed red. Somewhat ashamed into anger, he roared:

"He keeps increasing the game's difficulty, and he still occupies a ascension slot without ascending! If he doesn't die, no one has a chance!"

And at this moment, Pride had completely ignored him, as if truly treating him as a little ant before his eyes, not devoting any attention to him at all. Once again, accompanied by a sky full of angels, he charged toward the Death Messenger.

And Yang Feng, under Perfect Life's mockery, his face flushed red now. Who knows what the Divine Messenger promised him before the game? He once again wanted to replicate his previous method, attacking from the side.

This time, Pride made a different choice. His eyes locked onto the Death Messenger, with no intention of turning. He ignored Yang Feng's attack, deciding to still pour all his life-burning power onto the Death Messenger.

Yang Feng's eyes lit up with great joy, as if the opportunity to achieve merit and glory was right before him. If he could personally severely wound or even kill "Sin"...

Suddenly, his vision blurred. A halberd cut through the void, spanning the space between Yang Feng and the other Saints' charge route like an unbridgeable chasm.

Perfect Life's figure stepped out from the void, traversing space to arrive.

"Really can't stand to watch anymore. It's just too ugly."

"Also, I think you need to know another thing."

"Even if he dies, first place will have nothing to do with you!"