Chapter Fifty-Six: Battle

“Heh, do you really think you’re something special? You’d better think carefully—if you ask us to show mercy now, it’ll be your last chance.”

The buzz-cut youth’s words nearly made Ye Yu and his five companions laugh, especially seeing his furious expression.

“Should we call the gang over?” Luo Feng spoke quietly, his face showing a hint of hesitation. “Given the current situation, our chances aren’t great.”

“With their numbers, winning won’t be easy,” Huang Hong added.

Ye Yu shook his head slightly. “But even if the odds are slim, isn’t it more satisfying to fight?”

The group paused, surprised by Ye Yu’s words, but then smiles surfaced, brimming with fighting spirit.

Luo Feng said nothing more, instead casting buffs on everyone. Their faces became calm, but their eyes burned with an endless resolve to battle, as if nothing could defeat them.

At that moment, the six stepped forward in unison, clearly prepared for war.

From afar, several figures watched the scene unfold. The leader’s expression grew darker.

“They didn’t cower. They chose to fight. That’s a surprising outcome,” remarked a young man in black, arms crossed, his lips curled into a mocking smile.

“One can’t deny that ‘Liang Ye’ possesses a charismatic presence. Such people naturally attract followers when they lead.”

The leader snorted coldly, and the others fell silent.

“In the end, they’re destined to lose.”

The buzz-cut youth roared, “I’ll make you taste defeat. You’ll beg for mercy on your knees, but in the end, you’ll die in this battle.”

His arrogant tone was followed by a surge from his allies. Shadows of stealth players shot forward, their movements sharp as blades, impossible to describe—their lethality absolute.

The first to reach Ye Yu was one of the stealth players, who flipped in midair and brought down twin blades aimed straight for Ye Yu’s crown.

“Bone Piercer—!”

The razor-sharp daggers plunged down, passing through Ye Yu’s body and embedding themselves in the ground, their sword aura flaring and slashing deep scars into the earth.

At that moment, Ye Yu’s companions smirked coldly, their mocking smiles sending chills to nearby opponents—something was wrong.

What was happening?

The face of the stealth player who’d attacked Ye Yu twisted in confusion.

Next, everyone witnessed Ye Yu’s form dissipate into a wisp of purple smoke. It had been nothing more than a decoy, an illusion conjured for their eyes.

Ye Yu’s class was unpopular, so few players understood it deeply, but Ye Yu loved it. He smiled faintly; against such foes, he hardly needed much effort.

Ye Yu appeared behind the stealth player, his ancient zither in hand, and a melody rang out, chilling his enemies to the bone. Under its icy touch, even the bravest shivered.

“Did you think such flashy attacks would trouble me? Your moves are useless—they betray your intent, and I don’t even need to react to evade them.”

As Ye Yu’s slender fingers swept the zither strings, waves of attacks burst forth like a rain of blossoms, spreading in all directions. Several stealth players were instantly trapped, unable to move.

Huang Hong and Luo Wei launched direct attacks at the immobilized stealth players. Their higher levels made their strikes fatal in one blow, but the real advantage was the fragility of stealth classes—their health and defense were always their weakest, even later in the game.

Qu Zheng guarded Ye Yu’s flanks, clearly ready to trade his life for Ye Yu’s—a tactic Ye Yu had planned himself. Now, the buzz-cut youth charged in with his sword, but Huang Hong intercepted him, his spear crashing down and blocking the attack.

“Damn it!”

Ye Yu watched the enraged buzz-cut youth, a smile playing at his lips. He plucked the zither, casting ‘Light Strings Tame the Wind,’ which struck the youth squarely, rendering him helpless no matter how he struggled.

“Snowlit Moonlight.”

A violet arc shot forth, slamming into the buzz-cut youth. Then Luo Wei, controlling his bronze golem, rushed in from the side, its arm striking the youth with perfect precision.

Boom—

The buzz-cut youth was sent flying, his health dropping at a shocking rate.

Yet the numerous stealth players spotted an opening and launched a deadly assault at Ye Yu, knowing that only defeating ‘Liang Ye’ could turn the tide.

Tan Cong’s expression changed. He drove his witch staff into the ground, summoning a ring of totems that formed a strange protective aura. An icy blue totem unleashed shockwaves in a circle, slowing the incoming stealth players’ movements.

“Now!”

Ye Yu’s eyes narrowed. His words drew everyone’s attention, though none knew who would strike.

When they glanced at the six’s formation, they realized that ‘Qu Xiao Zheng Dang A Dang,’ who had always guarded Ye Yu, had vanished.

Suddenly, a piercing sound ripped through the air. A blade’s gleam swept past several players like the scythe of death, and wherever it passed, players’ health dropped abruptly to zero.

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