Chapter 187: Infighting Players

Zhou Jun had a saying that was very correct.

That is, Chen Shicheng's True Essence really couldn't withstand a few teleports.

Just those few teleports just now have already consumed half of his True Essence; at this rate, he can at most take another three or four steps, after which he can only fight with his physical strength.

However, those few teleports just now have already made him roughly familiar with the skill, so he no longer needs to waste True Essence.

Seeing that it was about time, Chen Shicheng directly activated the Slay Immortal Grand Formation, enveloping everyone present; then, with a thought, countless blade auras appeared, like rain, directly cutting these people into minced meat.

"Ten, nine, eighty-two, one!"

Chen Shicheng stood in place, silently counting to ten in his mind, seeing everyone's corpses disappear, with no one daring to resurrect on the spot, he then followed his sense and ran toward Hui Siye's position.

In a mountain hollow less than three kilometers from the battlefield, in front of a hunter's supply hut, a dozen or so people were scatteredly standing.

Although their positions were somewhat dispersed, it was still apparent, intentionally or not, that they were surrounding this place, their weapons held ready, appearing ready to strike at any moment.

"It's been half a day, and big brother hasn't managed to get a hold of it yet?"

"I guess they have to resurrect on the spot a few times before finally coming to the revival point."

"In my opinion, guarding the corpse is unnecessary; a threat would probably work—everyone in GX knows Brother Jun."

"Holy shit, someone resurrected, attack!"

The dozen or so people who had just been chattering away all shuddered, and their multicolored spells and weapons flashing with cold light all launched an attack on the revival point.

"Stop, it's me, don't."

The people at the revival point had just cleared their vision when countless attacks blinded them; wanting to speak a warning was already too late, and after being revived for less than three seconds they perished once more, turning into pure light awaiting resurrection.

"Who was that speaking just now?" a player who had just mustered strength to unleash a skill asked doubtfully.

"Seems like it."

"You must have misheard—how could a bunch of people ganging up on one possibly be counter-killed? It really is them!"

Inside the revival point, familiar figures soon appeared—initially one or two occasionally respawning, then even a dozen or so respawning at once, leaving the players guarding the revival point bewildered.

Big brother said there was only one enemy, so what's the situation now? Pretending to be tough backfired and got us screwed—was this a reverse ambush? After seeing who was at the revival point, the players guarding here were dumbfounded, not knowing what happened, while the resurrected players each had grim faces and said nothing, and the mountain hollow fell into an eerie silence.

After a good while, someone in the last batch of resurrected players whispered, "Brother Jun, maybe we should just give up—we seem unable to win."

"Yeah, Brother Jun, I didn't even know how I died just now—my vision went black and the respawn option popped up."

"I didn't even feel any pain, and I was gone."

"Me too."

Once someone spoke up, the others also chimed in, all feeling discouraged.

Only those guarding the revival point didn't know what had happened; they wanted to ask for clarification, but seeing Brother Jun's grim expression, they dared not speak.

"Shut up, don't panic—such a wide-range insta-kill skill can't be used consecutively; he's just trying to scare us!"

Zhou Jun shoved the lackey in front of him aside, grabbed his sword, and walked out of the revival point, saying, "That kid must have exhausted his True Essence; he can't run far—this time I'll go first, I still don't believe it."

"You'd better believe it!"

Before Zhou Jun could take a few steps, a figure smaller than a palm suddenly appeared on his shoulder in a flash of five-colored light; before he could react, the tiny claw flashed at his face. "Crack!"

With the crisp sound of breaking bone, Zhou Jun's head spun 360 degrees before all the lackeys, and he died again in a flashy manner.

"This"

A bunch of lackeys stared at each other, clueless about what happened, blankly gazing at Hui Siye floating in midair.

"I advise you to behave; maybe that kid will let you off if he's in a good mood, otherwise—"

"Run! That kid has set an ambush!"

Before Hui Siye could finish speaking, someone among the players at the revival point shouted loudly.

The surrounding dozens of players snapped out of their daze, no longer caring about Brother Jun or not, and took off running in all directions.

"Hey, can't you let me conserve some energy?"

Hui Siye sighed, without any visible action, a five-colored light would appear under the feet of any player who ran a certain distance, and they would be teleported back.

Some players, refusing to believe it, changed direction and kept fleeing, meanwhile tossing a few skills at the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust to obscure vision.

But in the end it had no effect; as soon as they ran a certain distance, they were inevitably sent back to the original spot.

After several futile attempts, everyone gave up struggling in despair, standing blankly in place, until Zhou Jun revived once more, at which point their faces regained expression.

"It's all your fault—insisting on killing and looting, now look, they've blocked the revival point so we can't even run!"

"Exactly, it's all your fault—I joined an ordinary guild with no pay, why should I buy and sell my life for you?"

"You owe us an explanation!"

"Kill him, and then that person might let us go!"

"Exactly, he's the mastermind!"

Just thinking about being stuck at the revival point, constantly killed until their Lifespan ran out and they died in the real world, these players instantly glared with resentment at Zhou Jun and launched an attack.

"Listen to me, let's work together."

Zhou Jun struggled to block the incoming attacks, wanting to say a few words in his defense, but before he could finish, a blood-stained blade tip protruded from his chest.

"Holy fuck!"

Zhou Jun stared in shock at the blade tip in his chest, using his last ounce of strength to turn his head, looking at the lackey who had followed him since the start, wanting to say something, but aside from a barely audible "gege" sound, he couldn't utter a word.

As the long blade at his back was pulled out, Zhou Jun gave a self-mocking smile and entered death once more.

"Brothers, don't kill him yet; after he revives, we'll capture him—maybe he'll let us go." The player who had stabbed him in the back shook the blood off his blade and shouted loudly.

Upon hearing this, the people with no way out suddenly brightened; after Zhou Jun revived again, they all grabbed him and tied him up, then looked expectantly at Hui Siye.

"Hah!"

Hui Siye didn't speak, merely gave a taunting glance at the infighting players, then patiently awaited Chen Shicheng's arrival.

However, "Why did this person stop?"

(End of chapter)