Chapter 67 The System of the Blade Monarch

Night Feather and his companions kept their attention entirely focused on the battlefield. Although they felt that the current state of 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' was extremely difficult to deal with, looking at the completely relaxed expression of 'Three Years Younger' opposite them, they felt that the seemingly formidable 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' might not be without a countermeasure. After all, the opponent was from the RG Club.

"As expected of the strongest acknowledged Shaman-class player in our [Mystic Heaven Server], the title of Shaman King is truly well-deserved."

A cold sneer curved the lips of 'Three Years Younger'. Looking at 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' in his current state, the long spear in his hand had already been raised, with the tip pointing directly at 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero'. His playful face gradually turned solemn as he said, "Since you are ready, it's my turn."

"Descent of the Blade Monarch · Immovable as a Mountain"

Boom—

A hazy figure actually formed and stood tall behind 'Three Years Younger', wielding a long spear and blade. The bronze-colored armor was styled like a skeleton, but its aura of bloodlust was unmistakably evident.

Layers of fierce crimson flames surged around 'Three Years Younger', and bursts of crimson flames rose beneath his soles. The long spear in his hand had already been covered with a layer of crimson hue, and the armor all over his body was gradually tinted with a crimson halo. After this state activation, the mana points of 'Three Years Younger' had been depleted to only fifty percent. Obviously, a state skill of this magnitude had consumed fifty percent of his mana.

"Damn it, no wonder he gave 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' that kind of opening. Turns out he was making preparations in secret as well; he also needed time to cast this state."

Night Feather's eyes widened, a look of sudden realization flashing through them as he spoke in a cold voice.

Undoubtedly, this skill of 'Three Years Younger' was extremely formidable, but it clearly required channeling and preparation. Therefore, 'Three Years Younger' had been preparing at the start just like 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero', pretending to let 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' get ready, which in reality was also for his own sake.

"The Blade Monarch lineage, I didn't expect that."

Old Hu narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at 'Three Years Younger' on the field, and said in a deep voice, "There is a coach in the RG Club who is a veteran spear-class player, and he specializes in the high-defense and high-attack growth route of the spear class, making him extremely strong. He is known as the Blade Monarch. Back in that era, 'God's Fall' created a unique skill specifically for this player, a skill that led the declining spear class to its peak—Descent of the Blade Monarch. This skill requires following the Blade Monarch's growth route, because the mandatory skills must be learned, making it impossible to concurrently pursue other growth paths."

"What a hateful behavior. This 'Three Years Younger' really is birds of a feather with the RG Club."

Huang Hong snorted coldly and said, while Night Feather merely shook his head, looking with a solemn expression at the two figures on the holy stage, and said, "Anyway, it can be considered a fair start."

"Mhm."

...

In the spectator seats, Ye Lingxue's expression did not look good. She had wondered why 'Three Years Younger' was being so gentlemanly in yielding to 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero'. It turned out he had been making such preparations behind the scenes; it seemed the atmosphere of the RG Club had truly influenced this player.

"The coach guiding and training this batch of youth training teams for the RG Club this time should be the Blade Monarch."

To Ye Lingxue's right, a stalwart man folded his arms across his chest, a sharp glint flashing through his eyes as he spoke.

"It is indeed the Blade Monarch. Although Xue'er said that the team from the [Purple Void Illusion] faction in this novice server is very strong, the opponent is no weakling. With the Blade Monarch of the RG Club here to guide and train them, this four-on-one match might just be the most fair."

To Ye Lingxue's left was a slender man whose long hair fluttered in the wind. His eyes appeared extremely profound, showing that he had maintained a contemplative expression the whole time. He evaluated the situation as it developed on the holy stage.

Hearing this, Ye Lingxue remained silent, just quietly watching the position on the holy stage. Among those three figures, looking at 'Cold Night' dressed in white, a trace of worry welled up in her heart, and she thought to herself: "You must do your best."

...

"Now it can be considered a fair battle," 'Three Years Younger' said coldly, the fighting intent on his face already fully revealed. Following that, he lowered his body slightly, assuming a posture ready to charge forward, and said, "I'm coming up!"

The moment his voice fell, the figure of 'Three Years Younger' burst out like a cannonball, transforming into a crimson streak of light as he darted forward. A trail of crimson flames slowly rose from the ground behind him, and even the marks left on the ground were directly ignited by the sweeping spear.

The next moment, 'Three Years Younger' had already arrived in front of 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero', his figure manifesting at close range to 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero', clearly letting the latter see him clearly on purpose.

"Shaman King, who did you say would regret it just now?"

The face of 'Three Years Younger' was almost less than a meter away from 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero'. The long spear in his hand gleamed with terrifying flames, instantly shattering the barrier of black flames belonging to 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero'.

The eyes of 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' gradually narrowed. Even so, he did not retreat in the slightest, directly stepping forward to meet him. A curve appeared at the corner of his mouth as he smiled and said, "I was asking you, the guild master of the [First Faction], I'm just curious if you will regret launching this four-on-one battle today?"

"Heh."

'Three Years Younger' merely gave a faint, cold sneer, looking extremely disdainful. He swung the long spear in his hand, bringing it down fiercely from above. 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' raised his right hand, condensing black flames into a circular shield to adopt a defensive posture, blocking the attack of the descending sacred martial spear wielded by 'Three Years Younger'. At the same time, he condensed black flames in the palm of his left hand and flung the black flames out.

'Three Years Younger' reacted extremely quickly, reaching an extremely high speed even without activating the 'Over-Time Mode'. In the blink of an eye, he circled directly behind 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero'. However, behind 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' stood figures of black flames. Upon seeing 'Three Years Younger', those figures instantly shot forward, locked onto 'Three Years Younger', and launched an attack.

In just a brief moment, 'Three Years Younger' was easily surrounded, locked in so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak through. Then, amidst a chilling murderous intent, the black flame figures sprinted forward at high speed, pouncing directly at 'Three Years Younger'.

"Did you really think I deliberately let this group of turtle shells surround me?"

'Three Years Younger' glanced at these black flame figures, a look of disappointment actually appearing on his face. He slammed his sacred martial spear fiercely against the ground. With a sharp "thong" sound, the ground beneath 'Three Years Younger' cracked and spread outward in all directions. Countless hideous cracks proliferated everywhere, and layers of shockwaves swept across the area. In an instant, crimson flames shot up into the sky from the cracks, instantly devouring several black flame figures that were close to 'Three Years Younger'.

As for the remaining black flame figures, they were directly and forcefully repelled by the shockwave, their health points instantly dropping by more than half. Following that, 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' suddenly targeted the dying black flame figures not far away and raised his hand. A vortex condensed from black flames appeared in his palm, and in an instant, several black flame figures in the distance transformed into streams of black flame that darted directly into the vortex in his palm. Once these black flames surged into the body of 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero', his health points also recovered by ten percent, offsetting the damage dealt to him by the sacred martial spear slamming into the ground just moments ago.

Presently, the health points of 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' were down to a mere thirty-four percent, making him completely unable to withstand large-scale ultimate skills. If he were hit, this battle might very well come to an end.

"Facing the current 'Three Years Younger', wielding such a formidable sacred weapon, is certainly not a good thing. While using this method to boost stats is fine, his health points are simply too low. This guy's actions are a bit reckless."

Listening to Night Feather's words, Old Hu also nodded and said, "This is extremely dangerous."

At this time, faint black flames flickered and lingered around 'Three Years Younger', which was a continuous burning negative status effect. Meanwhile, faint crimson flames also lingered around 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero', identical to his own black flames and possessing the same continuous burning negative status effect.

"I didn't expect such an effect to stem from the special traits possessed by your sacred weapon."

'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' narrowed his eyes, a trace of doubt lingering in his heart, but everything became clear the moment he looked at the sacred weapon in the hands of 'Three Years Younger'.

"Heh, I never expected the Shaman King's black flames to possess a life-stealing property. It seems your custom talent skill tree has bonuses in this aspect, sacrificing a portion of damage in exchange for a life-stealing effect. Such a design is indeed very clever."

'Three Years Younger' merely smiled coldly, glancing at 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero', the chill in his eyes growing increasingly intense.

"Heh, as the first person from the RG Club to publicly join a youth training team in the novice server, I think you are well aware of the disputes that arose back in the [Mount Tai] main city. As for why my previous guild [Loyalty Eternal] was subsequently attacked by [Saints World] and [War Song] combined, I believe you know it in your heart. Even if you haven't forced out my skills, don't you have any information regarding some of my skills?"

'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' spoke with a cold murderous intent in his tone. Beneath the black flames flickering in those black-eyed pupils, one could still perceive his intense fighting intent.

"Switching between two forms always leads to the same destination by different paths. I'm curious if the skills under this form of yours include something similar to the 'Shaman Ghost Underworld Barrier'?"

At this moment, the words of 'Three Years Younger' undoubtedly reached the ears of 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero', causing the latter's brows to knit slightly. A cold sneer then appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said: "Then let me show you what a similar skill of yours looks like across two different forms!"

Rumble—

A massive pitch-black gate suddenly condensed and appeared behind 'Three Years Younger', as if summoned from the abyss. Compared to the 'Shaman Ghost Underworld Barrier', this pitch-black gate possessed an even greater chill of dead silence. Although both shared the silhouette of a massive gate, upon careful inspection, they felt completely different.

"Shamanic Path Death Barrier"

Suspended above the pitch-black gate were two ghostly fires emitting eerie green light, and positioned right at the center of the gate was a figure in tattered black robes holding a crescent scythe eight to nine feet long, shimmering with silver light and radiating extreme frost.

Yet, 'Three Years Younger' paid it no mind whatsoever. His figure transformed directly into a crimson flame as he rushed toward 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero', thrusting his sacred martial spear forward. Sharp aura condensed at the tip of the spear, targeting the chest of 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero'.

"The current state enhancement of 'Three Years Younger' is particularly evident in his agility bonus, and his defense value is surprisingly high. In this state, he undoubtedly holds the advantage of close combat while ignoring the opponent's attacks. Furthermore, he enjoys an unparalleled agility bonus on the ground. Although his attack power has been reduced, this kind of enhancement is already astonishing. However, it also consumes the accumulated state value he built up. As long as he fights using suddenly burst agility, it will noticeably drain the state value he prepared."

Old Hu explained. On points like this, even someone like Night Feather who had researched relevant information was completely unaware. After all, these directions undoubtedly belonged to insights only attainable in the later stages, and Old Hu merely managed to perceive this much—not to mention that the ability of 'Three Years Younger' to achieve such feats was entirely credited to the coach behind the RG Club.

"Judging by 'Three Years Younger's' current state, holding the agility advantage allows him to exert continuous suppression on 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero'. Even though 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' has very strong damage attribute stacking, compared to 'Three Years Younger', he still falls slightly short. Besides, looking at it now, 'Three Years Younger's' actual damage output is simply unmeasurable."

Because 'Three Years Younger' did not use skills to attack 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero', but merely utilized basic attacks with his sacred martial spear to inflict a certain amount of damage. Even if 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' could dodge the basic attacks of 'Three Years Younger', the spear aura could still ripple outward, possessing a knockback effect while also carrying minor damage. Under such continuous attacks, 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' had already lost six percent of his health points, and faint crimson flames had already surfaced over the spear marks on his armor.

"This damage is undoubtedly from basic attacks." Seeing this, Night Feather could not help but feel doubtful in his heart, and he asked, "These basic attacks are purely calculated as physical damage, yet the damage from the crimson flames attached to the sacred weapon didn't even harm him? How could this be possible! How did he do it?"

Whether it was 'Cup of Wine Traps the Hero' fighting on the holy stage, the three people including Night Feather standing at the staging position, or some experienced players in the spectator seats, all of them held doubts in their hearts.