Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 867 - 866: Matchstick

So fast.

When Qingqiu suddenly emerged from the shadows and casually slashed down, I finally understood the pressure that Li Ang and the others were facing earlier.

The blade in my line of sight kept getting closer, magnifying,

its presence brazenly expanding, flooding my mind, leaving no room for anything else.

Clang!

Qin's left arm suddenly twisted, dragging the roaring chainsaw at an angle,

the rapidly rotating saw blade failed to bite into or cut through the thin sword, instead, it was easily split apart by the sword's blade.

"Hmm?"

Qingqiu was somewhat surprised that he hadn't managed to take his opponent's life with a single strike, but only slightly.

He kicked off the ground, advancing, then thrust his sword towards Qin's eye socket.

Qin's brain hadn't reacted yet, but her left hand moved automatically,

just before the thin sword pierced through her left eye, she barely managed to place her palm in the sword's path.

Screech.

The thin sword's blade pierced through the palm, but no blood splattered—Qin's left hand was a Mechanical prosthetic limb, usually covered by a soft skin-like material.

"Got you."

Qin growled, and her prosthetic left hand automatically gripped the sword blade, preventing Qingqiu from withdrawing his sword,

and activated a skill named [Static Contact], sending a strong electric current through the prosthetic, along the metal thin sword, harming Qingqiu.

Simultaneously, Eva and Nina, standing by her side, also cast their control skills—the former created a pale blue slowing field,

while the latter chanted a curse, causing Qingqiu's vision to blacken, his visual range to narrow, and his keen senses to dull.

Nearby, Qingxingdeng, Umibouzu, and Yuyi Xinzhong also chose to act at this moment.

Qingxingdeng took out a candle, releasing an eerie blue flame into the slowing field,

Umibouzu took two steps and leaped, his form soaring into the air, swinging the Wolf Fang Club in a semi-circular arc, bringing it down on Qingqiu,

Yuyi Xinzhong immediately activated Prajna form, transforming into half-demon form, blue veins bulging on his face, a katana exuding demonic energy slashing towards Qingqiu.

Faced with what seemed like an inescapable encirclement, Qingqiu's expression of astonishment turned to a sneer.

He released the sword hilt, dropping down, his feet gently touching the ground, knees bending,

leaping up,

kicking Qin in the waist and abdomen, while his hand once again grasped the sword hilt.

Thud!

Qin flew sideways like a cannonball, her eyes vacant and wide open, spewing a mouthful of blood in mid-air,

before crashing into a wall, which would have caused secondary damage, 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

she disappeared.

Qingqiu, holding the blood-stained thin sword, flicked a sword flower, his movements light and agile, showing no signs of being affected by the slowing field—in fact, he wasn't affected at all,

he did it just to deceive the players, luring them to strike.

"Who shall I start with..."

Qingqiu's gaze swept over Eva, who had realized this and was retracting the slowing field, murmuring, "You..."

The sound of the last word hadn't faded, Qingqiu flashed again, appearing behind Eva,

piercing with a special angle, simultaneously skewering the hearts of Eva and Nina.

He strung the two together, embracing each other back to back.

Bang—

A gunshot rang out, a silver Demon-busting Bullet grazed Qingqiu's scalp, tearing away a large patch of hair and blood, causing him to pause, unable to completely tear Eva and Nina apart.

These bullets again.

Qingqiu's head turned 180 degrees, looking impassively at Li Ang holding the Colt Revolver, an inner rage welling up, but compared to last time, there was less fear.

His thoughts spun quickly,

the power of the third bullet hadn't increased, and still had no trajectory,

the bullet instantly arrived, striking precisely where the muzzle was pointed—Qingqiu had set up a barrier around him to distort others' vision,

thus the actual point of impact changed from his forehead to his scalp.

This meant that the gun held by the Dragon Head White Lab Coat ahead probably had the "aim-to-hit" trait, and the bullet's power was a fixed value.

Since it's a fixed value, there was no need to worry too much; the demon's defense and self-healing ability far surpassed that of humans, the previous dent caused by the demon-busting bullet at the temple was nearly healed by now.

Just avoid the gun's muzzle.

Qingqiu rubbed his right wrist, suppressing the numbness caused by Qin's electric shock to his right arm,

his form shook violently, disappearing once more,

causing Umibouzu's Wolf Fang Club, and Yuyi Xinzhong's katana, to both strike empty air.

Boom!

The Broken ground depressed into a pit under Umibouzu's blow, the earth trembled, dust billowed,

amidst the sands, a faint short bipedal human-like shadow appeared.

"Here!"

Umibouzu growled, swinging the Wolf Fang Club, striking towards the location of the shadow without dust,

beside him, Qingxingdeng's face changed drastically, shouting, "Behind you!"

The warning came a little too late, Umibouzu's swing with the Wolf Fang Club stopped midway, unable to turn around—Qingqiu appeared behind him, perfectly avoiding Li Ang's shooting blind spot, and beheaded Umibouzu with one slash.

The large head flew into the air, disappearing.

"Fool,"

Qingqiu's mocking voice blended with the wind, vanishing once more.

Just now, Umibouzu thought he had found Qingqiu's position, not expecting the bipedal shadow in the dust was a trap set by Qingqiu himself...

"Who's next?"

The fox's playful, ethereal voice echoed around, as if close at hand, yet far away.

Qingxingdeng stepped back half a step, gritting his teeth, almost crushing them.

The demon lord possessed absolute speed, strength, defense,

high mystery,

and resistance to control and detection skills...

However, the fact that the opponent took evasive actions suggested their attacks weren't completely ineffective.

"I'll reveal it later,"

Qingxingdeng looked solemnly at Li Ang, asking, "Do you have any bullets left?"

"Yes."

Li Ang nodded,

he knew Qingqiu already understood the effects of the Colt Revolver in his hand, during Qingqiu's attack on Umibouzu, he deliberately stayed within the shooting blind spot.

The Colt generates one demon-busting bullet every five minutes,

with only three chances left.

"Alright."

Qingxingdeng nodded, taking a deep breath, clasping his hands together around a match.

[Name: Illusion Match]

[Type: Consumable]

[Quality: Perfect]

[Special Effect: Choice. Within the time the match is held and lit in your palms, choose to create an incredibly realistic illusion within the illuminated range, or choose to dispel all illusions, disguises, and invisible effects within the illuminated range]

[Use Condition: Sell one hundred boxes of matches]

[Note: The effects of creating illusions and dispelling illusions are mutually exclusive, only one can be triggered]

[Note: The match lasts a maximum of three minutes, unaffected by external factors changing its burn rate, and can be extinguished at will. It cannot be reignited once extinguished]

[Note: Strike the match, light the illusion]