Wei Chen had obviously calculated this cat-and-mouse game with precision; One Inch Ash's slash was completely within his expectations. With a sigh, Windward Formation sidestepped, hoping to avoid the slash and continue running. For an average player, Wei Chen's maneuver would have been enough, but was Qiao Yifan an average player? Even the most insignificant character in the pro scene was still a pro, and fundamentally different from a regular online player.
The blade light followed Windward Formation's twisting body, and Wei Chen saw that he had no choice but to dodge drastically. In a one-on-one situation, it would have been easier. Wei Chen had ways to escape, but Lord Grim was about to catch up. He had finally gotten away from One Inch Ash's blade, but that guy was about to get entangled again.
Having reached this point, it was a dead end. The plan to enter the dungeon was completely ruined.
Wei Chen made a decisive decision. Windward Formation turned to One Inch Ash and said, "Little brother, I can tell you're an honest person. If you happen to drop my equipment, you have to return it to me!"
Qiao Yifan was stunned, but still blankly replied with an "Okay." As he responded, he dared not relax his controls. The previous lesson was still fresh in his mind; Qiao Yifan was good at learning from his mistakes.
As soon as he responded, the equipment on Windward Formation was quickly stripped clean with lightning speed, and he thrust his chest forward. "Quick, quick, kill me."
Qiao Yifan's hand trembled again. He realized that his skill level was still far, far behind. He didn't know who this person was, but he could tell that they were not a regular online player. Now he felt that even in the pro scene, there probably weren't many talents like this.
"Hurry, attack faster! Open up more formations! Sigh, even if you're level 55, you shouldn't be this slow. Are you deliberately holding back? That's not right. When dealing with enemies, you should seize every possible opportunity and kill them as quickly as possible. This is the most effective way to reduce accidents, avoid mistakes, and minimize the impact of luck!" Wei Chen even started lecturing Qiao Yifan.
Qiao Yifan was silent. What this person said made sense, but hearing these words at this moment felt so out of place.
"You little brat, are you doing this on purpose!"
Finally, seeing Lord Grim arrive in front of him and realizing that he was still alive, Wei Chen said with dissatisfaction and sent a puffing-beard-and-glaring-eyes emoji.
"Hahaha, he's honest, not stupid. Little Qiao, step aside. Watch me take care of this old thing." Ye Xiu laughed. Lord Grim quickly approached and directly stabbed the naked Windward Formation.
"Damn it, you think you can take care of me?" Windward Formation instantly put all his equipment back on, chugged down a large potion, and said, "Little comrade, stand back. I don't want to accidentally hurt you."
Qiao Yifan's One Inch Ash listened and actually retreated two steps. Ye Xiu quickly stopped him. "Little Qiao, why are you still falling for that! Stand behind him and cut off his retreat."
"Ye Qiu, you bastard!" Wei Chen's plot was seen through again. Enraged, he cursed, and Windward Formation released a Curse Arrow. Instead of focusing on one point, the orb rotated and scattered directly.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Wei Chen wanted Windward Formation to escape, but Ye Xiu saw through it. Lord Grim weaved through the gaps between the Curse Arrows in a Z-shaped motion and struck Windward Formation's head with a spear.
Windward Formation had no choice but to dodge. Now that they were so close, the warlock didn't have any good options. Powerful skills required chanting, and being entangled at close range didn't allow time for that. An elemental mage would at least have a Blink to quickly create distance, but a warlock didn't have that.
Faced with attacks, they could only dodge. Cloth-armor magic classes could also use parrying, but their physical attack judgments were so weak that even using a Dual Blade skill wouldn't help. The result would be like Lord Grim parrying Blood Shadow Frenzy, a powerful attack that would directly knock them away.
Binding Curse!
Severing Technique!
…
Wei Chen tried his best to use some quick-casting small skills to deal with the situation, but his opponent was no ordinary person. He certainly had a level advantage, but the impact of this advantage was all within Ye Xiu's calculations. Ye Xiu had fully considered this before launching the attack. So, in the end, the only difference was the slower output. The control was the same as someone at his level.
If Wei Chen were a melee class, he could have used a head-on approach to suppress his opponent, but unfortunately, he was a cloth-armor magic class. In this extremely unfavorable close-quarters situation, even with a level advantage of over ten levels, he was helpless.
After struggling for a while, Chen Guo's Chasing Haze finally caught up. Seeing that the dark muzzle of the cannon was already aiming at him, Wei Chen wouldn't be himself if he didn't say something.
"Okay, I admit defeat today. You have more people. I submit!" Wei Chen said.
"Whether there are more or fewer people, it's the same. You're still bragging even when you're about to die." Ye Xiu wasn't like Qiao Yifan; his hands didn't tremble at all. He swiped and continued his fierce attack.
"We have to make it clear. This Silver weapon is my life's work. If it drops, you have to return it to me," Wei Chen said.
"Okay, as long as it's not a Silver weapon, I'll return it to you," Ye Xiu said.
"I swear, don't pretend you don't understand!!!" Wei Chen roared.
"If I don't cut off some of your flesh, you won't know how powerful I am!" Ye Xiu didn't show any weakness.
Wei Chen wasn't even operating much, but then he started thrashing around like crazy again. If thrashing around could get him out of trouble, he would have gone crazy long ago. Now he was just seeing if he could take a bite before dying, but would Ye Xiu give him such an opportunity? Bang, bang, another round of chaotic beating. Windward Formation's health finally reached the bottom. A Circle Swing came, stabbing right on target, and lifting Windward Formation high into the air.
"Silver weapon, come out!" Ye Xiu shouted.
"Ye Qiu, may you die a horrible death!" Wei Chen shouted. Windward Formation fell headfirst and crashed to the ground.
"I swear, Ye Qiu, may you die a horrible death!!!" The moment he died, Wei Chen immediately opened his equipment bar. When he looked, he cursed out loud again. Ye Qiu's shout was like a soul-summoning chant, actually summoning away his Silver weapon…
"Hahahaha, Old Wei, cry!"
Souls couldn't make sounds or hear sounds, but Wei Chen saw Lord Grim with a string of text over his head, followed by a laughing emoji, swaying over his corpse. He was so angry that he almost fainted. He opened his friend list and quickly added Lord Grim as a friend, but was directly rejected. The person simply had friends turned off.
"Ye Qiu, your grandpa, your grandpa, your grandpa's grandpa!" Wei Chen cursed wildly, but he knew that people in the game couldn't hear him anyway. As a result, a string of people stood up in the Internet cafe where he was. "Who the hell is cursing Ye Qiu!!!"
"It's me, so what!!" Wei Chen slapped the table, stood up abruptly, followed by a dozen or so people.
The game nerds who had stood up to curse were stunned when they saw that the other side had over a dozen or twenty people, who were either gangsters or hooligans. Although they felt indignant for their idol, their personal safety was more important. So they nodded. "Good men, cursing Ye Qiu? Everyone, let's do it together!"
People as shameless as this were few and far between. Most people saw that the other side had a stronger momentum and quietly sat down.
"Play your game!" Wei Chen glared at this person. He wasn't even in the mood to curse. Because he knew that these tricks wouldn't work on Ye Qiu, not at all.
"What's wrong, Brother Wei?" The small-time thugs around Wei Chen quickly gathered around to ask.
"Damn it, the weapon dropped," Wei Chen said with a bitter face.
"Damn!" Everyone cursed in unison, then looked at Wei Chen with murderous intent. "What do we do?"
"Do what? Play your game." Wei Chen waved his hand, and then, seeing Lord Grim still putting on a show in the game, he returned to the city to resurrect, preferring not to see it.
"Oh, he's gone." Seeing that the corpse was gone, Ye Xiu felt a bit regretful. He had some objections to not being able to communicate with corpses! It was just a game. Why did it have to be so realistic? For example, at this moment, it would be so pleasant to hear the thoughts of the one who had been killed.
"Hurry up and look at the weapon!!!" Chen Guo was anxious. Ye Xiu had dropped a Silver weapon and was acting all smug. She couldn't wait any longer.
"Let's see, let's see!" Ye Xiu said, and then opened his inventory. You couldn't see the stats of a Silver weapon until you had it in your hand. So before, they could only see the color of the weapon in Windward Formation's hand, but now they could see the specific stats.
This Silver weapon was a warlock's scepter.
Death's Hand, Level 60.
Weight: 3 kg, Attack Speed: 2;
Physical Attack: 530; Magic Attack: 777;
Intelligence: +45;
Darkness Attribute Enhancement: +20;
Darkness Attribute Resistance: +20;
Spell Critical Rate: +10%;
Spell Casting Speed: +10;
Casting Distance: +2.
"Awesome!" Chen Guo could also tell good equipment from bad. Just looking at the basic stats of this scepter, she knew it was a genuine Silver weapon, with stats above orange weapons. And the subsequent Intelligence, Darkness Attribute Enhancement, Spell Critical Rate, Spell Casting, Casting Distance… all of them were very practical additional attributes for warlocks. This was another manifestation of the value of Silver weapons. In addition to having better stats than orange weapons of the same level, Silver weapons had additional attributes that were all custom-made. You liked what, you needed what, you could work hard to make what.
In terms of attack stats alone, this Death's Hand was equivalent to a level 70 purple weapon. But if you considered all the additional attributes, then its value was far above a level 70 purple weapon. Not to mention level 70 purple weapons, even level 70 orange weapons couldn't concentrate so many practical attributes together.
"It's not even level 70 yet, and it doesn't have any skills attached!" Ye Xiu was still able to point out some shortcomings.
Just then, someone messaged him on QQ. Ye Xiu clicked it open and laughed. It was Wei Chen. He couldn't find him in the game, so he had eagerly contacted him on QQ.
"You bastard, quickly return my Silver weapon!" Wei Chen shouted.
"I can't quarrel with Old Wei. Look, you just threw me on TV. Now I need to concentrate on dealing with the upcoming chase! If I accidentally get killed, and your Death's Hand drops again… what do you think will happen?" Ye Xiu replied.
"I swear, then quickly log off and wait for death!!!"