How Do We Play If This Boss Isn't Nerfed?-Chapter 70 - 68: God-Tier Booster
Inside his personal prep room.
Sword Swings the Wilderness’s figure reappeared, but the next moment, he received a system notification that his physical state was unfit to continue playing.
He was kicked directly from the virtual network.
Back in reality.
He collapsed onto the floor, panting heavily, his forehead drenched in a cold sweat.
That near-death experience just now had felt far too real.
"What the hell...!"
"How could he possibly be a Black Iron III!"
He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with the lingering terror of having survived a catastrophe.
...
「Two hours later.」
Lin Ye transformed into a cold, unfeeling rank-climbing machine.
Match found.
Battle start.
Instant kill.
Next match.
His opponents’ ranks steadily increased, from Black Iron III to Black Iron I, and then into Bronze.
But without exception, none of them lasted more than ten seconds against Lin Ye.
With each battle, Lin Ye’s practical understanding of his spear skills deepened at a terrifying rate.
Chen Meng had taught him the Cloud-Piercing Army-Breaking Spear, and now, he executed all its moves and power-generation techniques with flawless fluidity.
Back when he was still using an alloy staff,
all his spear skills could only be practiced in his mind.
Now, theory and practice merged in perfect harmony.
Every battle was a trial that sharpened his skills.
Every thrust of his spear was faster, more precise, and more ruthless than the last.
Gradually, Lin Ye felt the spear in his hands was no longer just a cold weapon.
It had a life.
It had a soul.
It was a pure will to exist, born only to pierce, born only to kill!
Lin Ye knew that, without him even realizing it, his mastery of the spear had surpassed his previous Staff Skill. He had officially entered the third realm—
Slaughter!
「Another hour or so passed.」
Lin Ye’s rank had now reached Black Iron I.
[Map: Wind-Eroded Highlands]
[Black Iron I] Goblin Grunt VS [Silver IV] Windchaser
[Please note, this is a promotion match. A victory will advance your rank to Bronze IV.]
Lin Ye paused when he saw the words "Promotion Match" on the screen.
’Finally, I’m at the threshold of Bronze.’
’At this rate, it shouldn’t be a problem to hit Silver IV within three days.’
Light swirled around him, and Lin Ye appeared on a desert plain under a sky of yellow sand.
The wind howled, whipping up gravel that stung his face as it struck.
His opponent appeared soon after.
He was a slender man in a tight-fitting combat suit, holding two short, phantom-blue daggers.
[Level 10]
This was the highest-level opponent Lin Ye had faced all night.
"Yo, buddy. Promotion match, huh?"
The man with the ID "Windchaser" saw Lin Ye’s Black Iron I rank insignia and instantly understood the situation, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
"Tsk, tsk. To get matched with me, you must’ve won quite a few rounds." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
He flexed his wrists, deftly spinning the two daggers between his fingers, creating a pair of brilliant blue arcs of light.
"But, you’re not very lucky."
"That’s just how the matchmaking system works. When you get too many consecutive wins, it sets you up with a ’gatekeeper’ to put you in your place."
"And as it happens, I’m your gatekeeper."
He looked at Lin Ye with an expression of pity.
"Sorry, but getting to Bronze isn’t that easy."
"So get the hell back down!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Windchaser’s figure abruptly blurred.
This desert map, with its sandstorm weather, was perfectly suited for an agile Martial Artist like him.
Windchaser became an afterimage, streaking low across the ground. He carved a winding path through the swirling sand, and just as he neared Lin Ye, his figure vanished!
Lin Ye’s gaze narrowed slightly.
’He’s fast. At least Level 11, about the same as Jiang Feng.’
’A Black Iron I promotion match, and I get paired with a Silver IV gatekeeper.’
’That’s an entire tier difference.’
This was the first opponent he’d faced all night who could pose even a slight threat to him in terms of speed.
Lin Ye grew a little more serious.
His eyes scanned the area, and Lin Ye quickly spotted a blurry figure using the sandstorm as cover, rapidly closing in on him.
Lin Ye stomped his foot, not retreating but advancing. Like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, he charged head-on toward the afterimage!
The Array-Breaking Spear in his hand traced a simple, brutal line straight for his opponent’s chest!
"You’re courting death!"
Windchaser sneered.
His figure dissipated in the sandstorm—it was an afterimage he had deliberately left behind.
Then, his real body appeared at a bizarre angle, instantly circling around to Lin Ye’s left.
The twin daggers in his hands were like a viper’s fangs, sealing off all of Lin Ye’s escape routes!
However, what greeted him was Lin Ye’s counter, which seemed to come with foreknowledge of his move!
Lin Ye’s forward thrust came to an abrupt halt. With a flick of his wrist, the spear instantly transformed from a stab into a sweep!
Windchaser had never seen a spear user switch moves like that.
’This doesn’t look like a spear technique at all, it’s more like a Staff Skill!’
Regardless, Lin Ye’s attack swept out with the force of a thunderbolt!
BAM!
The immense force slammed viciously into Windchaser’s waist, sending him flying backward like a broken kite.
While still in mid-air, he saw Lin Ye’s figure pursuing him like a shadow, the spear once again transforming into a deadly glint of cold light aimed straight for his throat!
"Shit!!"
Windchaser’s expression changed drastically. He forcibly twisted his body in mid-air, crossing his daggers to block.
CLANG!
Sparks flew!
The terrifying power contained in the spear thrust slammed him out of the air and pinned him violently to the ground!
"Are you a fucking booster?!"
Windchaser completely lost his cool, letting out a furious, frustrated roar.
’How could a Black Iron scrub have this kind of power?!’
’These reflexes, this strength, this spear technique!’
’He’s definitely a booster!’
His only answer was Lin Ye’s indifferent face in the swirling sand.
And... the tip of a spear, descending from above to strike heavily between his brows!
[Windchaser has been defeated!]
[Victory!]
[Congratulations on your successful promotion! Current Rank: Bronze IV!]
...
Back in the prep room.
Windchaser was fuming.
"Fuck! What shitty luck! Ran into a damn booster!"
"This game’s environment is getting fucking worse and worse!"
"And the devs don’t do anything about it!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He opened the official forums for "Pinnacle of Martial Arts" and prepared to write a long, passionate post reporting the guy named "Goblin Grunt."
To gather evidence, he clicked on Lin Ye’s personal profile.
The next second, he froze.
[ID: Goblin Grunt]
[Current Rank: Bronze IV]
[Match History: 34 Wins - 2 Losses - 0 Draws]
[Win Rate: 94.4%]
[Max Win Streak: 28]
The young man rubbed his eyes, thinking he had misread it.
’A 94% win rate?’
’He reached Bronze with a 28-win streak?’
’What the fuck...?’
He clicked on Lin Ye’s detailed match history.
[Victory]
[Victory]
[Victory]
...
An entire page filled with the green word "Victory" made it all feel unreal.
He scrolled down frantically.
The second page was still a screen full of victories.
It wasn’t until he reached the bottom of the third page that he finally saw two out-of-place entries in red: "Defeat."
Those were from Lin Ye’s initial placement matches.
Windchaser stared blankly at the record, his mouth hanging wider and wider open.
Finally, he sent Lin Ye a friend request directly.
He attached a message: "Bro, where’d you hire such a god-tier booster? Let’s rank up together!"
