My Misfortune Crushed Instances-Chapter 138: Can’t Find Anyone, So I’ll Camp You
The wizard profession doesn’t rely on physical strength, having extremely low defensive abilities, and with Li Rui’s powerful strike, Zago couldn’t withstand it and was reduced to a heap of fragments on the spot, meaning he died in the Secret Realm and could only resurrect after some time.
Li Rui leisurely seized the Spirit Ball, refreshing his spirit and physical state completely.
He discovered that the Spirit Ball was an incredible enhancement for him; "Thunder Shocking Earth" could almost instantly kill anyone, but normally, its use greatly consumed physical strength and spiritual power, and couldn’t be used continuously. But with this item, he could almost ignore the consumption.
He looked up and saw that the sunlight had dimmed a bit more.
Carrying his umbrella, Li Rui set off to find more enemies.
Although he looked very relaxed, like he was taking a stroll as he walked through the ruins, casually throwing explosive traps and phantoms, his points remained in the top ten, even approaching the top five.
But the situation was becoming less favorable.
At the beginning, everyone avoided those with the most fame, and many actively attacked Li Rui, then ended up giving points away for nothing.
But these people suffered because they didn’t know him, not because they were stupid.
After being defeated once due to ignorance of his prowess, how could they not learn? Thus, their list of people to avoid grew by one more. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Even though others were not as powerful as the top five who were with the Demon Witch, much less compared to Li Rui, everyone had their own methods and ways of gathering information.
After many started to avoid Li Rui intentionally, his point accumulation speed noticeably decreased, but he still stayed within the top ten.
However, lacking means of intelligence gathering, he was bound to be at a disadvantage.
Yet, Li Rui seemed to have a good mindset, not caring at all, instead heading to the next Spirit Ball generation point, finding a spot to crouch in ambush.
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"Where is everyone? Are all of you cowardly wimps?"
Kawina, carrying a sailor’s scimitar and twirling a flintlock gun in the other hand, shouted, "I know there are three people, am I wrong? Come out, you three against me alone, are you still afraid?"
Da da!
As her words echoed, a rapid flurry of footsteps also sounded.
Three figures emerged simultaneously, launching an attack from different directions.
It wasn’t that these people were impatient, but they couldn’t withstand the sailor’s skill, taunt.
This taunt wasn’t the kind that forced people to attack oneself, but a skill to disrupt the enemy’s calmness, which could also be interpreted as provocation.
In the arena, a skill to make enemies unable to hide was immensely useful.
Swish——
A silver gleam flashed across the scimitar as she took a big step forward, swinging the blade almost a full circle from behind her.
Swish.
The attacking skills of the three were all shattered, with two dying on the spot, feeling in retreat, and the remaining one’s heart again filled with terror, but the dark muzzle was already upon them.
Boom!!
Three points in hand, the princess of the Redfield family temporarily topped the leaderboard.
...
Thud.
A short blade pierced through a heart, sending a bandit from the chaotic land to the next round of resurrection.
Michael sheathed his blade, disappearing back into the shadows within the ruins.
The Blood Blade Alliance was a tier below the other factions, so in most people’s eyes, his strength was slightly lower than those other rookies.
But he did not think so himself.
He desperately needed a victory to prove his capabilities. Fortunately, the arena offered advantages for someone like him.
An assassin’s shadow walking talent allowed him to remain undiscovered in the shadows; if no one found him, then no one could avoid him.
Thud.
With a swift strike, another point fell into his pouch.
The Blood Blade Alliance’s genius killer shared the top spot on the leaderboard.
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The Little Holy Blade from the Holy Protection High Court didn’t like his nickname, much like anyone who dislikes being overshadowed by their parent’s legacy; he was always intent on distinguishing himself from the true Holy Blade.
However, fate has a funny way of working, and blood is thicker than water. No matter how much he tried to disguise himself, he couldn’t change the innate influence within his bloodline.
The profession he drew was identical to his father’s.
Swordsman.
As a straightforward, aggressive class, there were no inherent enemy-seeking skills, but during one trip to the Secret Realm, he acquired the ability of heartbeat perception, allowing him to detect the approximate location of living things around him.
"One, two."
With some regret, he walked unhurriedly to a suitable angle, then raised his rapier.
Holy Light Thrust!
A finger-thick beam shot from the sword’s tip, piercing through several earthen walls ahead, driving straight through to the forefront.
Two muffled groans sounded, and Little Holy Blade gained two points.
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Bai Yang had a nickname, but few dared to call him "Mad Dog" to his face.
This kind of name frequents chaotic places, many get called that, but it’s generally not used on a real expert.
Yet people still wanted to call him that.
His parents were both from Dragon Country, but he himself grew up in a chaotic land.
Initially, he wasn’t an Extraordinary, nor were his parents; surviving in such a place wasn’t easy, much less disciplining a child.
Bai Yang had been exposed to street gangs from a young age, even dealing with armed bandits; he adapted very well, even thriving, gaining quick notoriety for his courage, daredevil acts, and black gunshots.
This reputation lasted until the insignias appeared, and the colossal entity known as the Bamboo Gang found him.
Since then, the mad child of the streets was gone, replaced by Bai Yang the enforcer, the Mad Dog.
He would never leave an unbroken corpse of his enemies, obliteration was his creed.
Of course, another reason for his nickname was his ability to always accurately hunt down his enemies, like a hound.
Despite being a Martial Artist, he possessed a skill akin to an analyst, able to find his target through the slightest clues.
At present, he scrutinized the ground—a drop of blood, a faint footprint, a single hair could be a trail leading to his prey.
Soon, he found the trembling individual hiding in the corner of a small intact building.
After a bout of booming explosions, the already fragile building collapsed.
Bai Yang emerged from the spreading ashes, moving on to find his next target.
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Although the rankings didn’t list names or appearances, everyone could almost guess who they were.
The only puzzling thing was why there was a four to five point gap between the fifth place and the top four, when ordinarily those five were expected to be on similar levels.
Perhaps someone was just unlucky, unable to find people.
That’s what everyone thought.
Logically, that reasoning made sense; indeed, Zago the Demon Witch had poor luck, but it wasn’t because he couldn’t find people, but because he found the wrong one.
While attempting to absorb a Spirit Ball once again, Li Rui emerged from the ruins once more, smiling savagely while unleashing "Thunder Shocking Earth."
