Chapter 387: Bring It Down

【Insight Success】

……

Those things are all the same, only the weakness entry has turned into:

【Weakness: A rule‑breaking rule monster, it has already been abandoned by the rules it relied on for survival! It fears fire and all scorching things; if you thrust your long blade into its body hard, you can also kill it. But note, it seems to be able to fly.】

Cheng Shuili: "……"

Does she still need a ring to remind her that this guy can fly? It's up in the sky right now!

However, she has already gotten what she wanted.

Cheng Shuili's smile widened, leaving the other players looking bewildered.

"Wu Ya, what's going on?"

"What happened?"

"I don't know either what happened, but judging from Wu Ya's expression, something great must have occurred."

Finally, Haohao raised her hand and gently poked Cheng Shuili, "Boss, is there any good news?"

"Yes." Cheng Shuili answered with a single word, then lifted her gaze toward the Faceless Jester in the sky.

Her eyes were sharp as a blade, with a faint cold smile at the corner of her lips.

"The good news is," she began slowly, her voice low yet clear throughout the venue, "this master, this monster, is no longer unbeatable."

"Not unbeatable?"

"What does that mean?"

"Has the Faceless Jester changed?"

"Can't tell!"

The players began to argue, but Pan Shi suddenly stepped forward, saying gravely, "Wu Ya says it has changed, so it must have changed."

Not bad, this guy does have some insight.

Cheng Shuili's voice rang out again, with absolute certainty, shouting, "The rules have already abandoned it! Now it can be killed!"

The words thundered like a shock, exploding in every player's mind!

Can be killed?!

That rule monster that seemed to tower over everything can now be killed?!

The Faceless Jester let out a sharp scream mixing surprise and anger, a kind of weakness and panic from its foundation being shaken; it clearly hadn't expected this human to be aware of the change.

And its reaction, in Cheng Shuili's and the players' eyes, was the guilt displayed after being called out.

Some players who still had doubts, after seeing the Faceless Jester's reaction, ended up believing Wu Ya.

But some still found it odd: "Wasn't the selected person who attacked it just drained clean earlier? Can we really kill it?"

At this moment Kai Er also stopped confronting the Long Guo people, snorted coldly and sneered, "How could anyone be that stupid? It was dessert‑making time earlier; the monster might have had higher permissions then. But now is waiting time, and if you can attack the monster, now is the best time!"

Cheng Shuili glanced back; though her gaze lingered briefly, the players all understood her meaning.

"So while now…"

Act quickly!

All players instantly reached consensus, each gripping their weapons, eyes ferociously fixed on the floating monster in the sky.

This is the first time the server‑wide Instance has opened; everyone who can join now does so with a dash of desperate courage.

Are they afraid of the Faceless Jester?

Of course they are!

The dread has lasted too long, and the monster's invincibility has lasted too long as well.

But that's how emotions work; the more they're suppressed, the more violently they erupt!

"Kill it!!!"

Someone let out a roar first, like lighting the fuse of a barrel of explosives.

The fear and anger suppressed for so long turned at this moment into a surging battle fervor!

The players, like a breached dam, surged toward the Faceless Jester in the sky. Sword, spear, staff, hammer—they wielded all kinds of weapons, their eyes burning with long‑missed fighting spirit.

But just as described, this disgusting monster, the Faceless Jester, can fly.

Most players' weapons couldn't threaten it; instead, its black tentacles, each strike precise, could almost instantly strip players of combat ability.

Realizing the players were as tiny as insects, the Faceless Jester's nervousness deflated like a punctured balloon.

It regained its mocking, lofty demeanor, emitting a shrill "hee hee hee" laugh, deftly spiraling in the air, evading scattered ranged attacks; its black tentacles whipped like whips, hurling several over‑eager players violently into the air.

"No! It's flying too high!"

"Can't even reach it!"

"Most ranged attacks have been dodged!"

A wave of restlessness and helplessness began to spread in some players' hearts.

Hope was ignited, only to be coldly snuffed out by reality; the feeling was truly painful.

But how could Cheng Shuili let this happen?

Cheng Shuili squinted, finally adjusting the muzzle of her cannon, murmuring, "You like flying, huh? You like being in the sky, huh?"

"Hee?"

The Faceless Jester seemed to sense something, its laugh briefly halted, the hollow face turning toward Cheng Shuili's direction.

"I'll set off a big firework for you, but you have to stand firmly on the ground to watch!"

Cheng Shuili's mouth curled a cold arc, and she pulled the trigger!

The projectile whistled away, trailing a tail.

Only then did the players who had rushed ahead realize what had happened here, each turning to look, then exclaiming in surprise:

"What is that thing?"

"A rocket launcher?!! How could a player have something like that?!"

"Who on earth is this guy?!"

There are also pragmatic players:

"Aren't monsters immune to firearms?!"

The projectile, bearing Cheng Shuili's cold resolve, tore through the air with a deathly screech, precisely targeting the figure in the sky that kept letting out a cackling, weird laugh.

The Faceless Jester clearly hadn't anticipated an attack of this caliber.

It might mockingly deflect knives and swords, deftly dodge arrows, but when faced with a rocket projectile trailing flame and astonishing speed, its rule‑granted, seemingly invincible agility looked utterly pale.

It tried to block with black tentacle shields, attempting a rapid ascent.

But it was all too late.

Boom!!!

A deafening explosion erupted mid‑air, the scorching fireball instantly expanding to engulf most of the Faceless Jester's body!

The shockwave, like an invisible giant hammer, spread outward, making even the ground tremble.

The players were pushed back a few steps by the gust, instinctively raising their arms to shield against the scorching blast and blinding light.

"Got a hit!"

"It's a rocket launcher! Wu Ya hit it with a rocket launcher!"

Amid the flames, an unprecedented, horribly shrill wail, twisted by agony, came from the Faceless Jester.

Its ceremonial robe was blown to tatters, a charred black mess.

Half its body twisted unnaturally, and tar‑like black viscous liquid continuously dripped from the wounds.

Clearly severely wounded!

Most obvious was that it could no longer maintain a stable flight, like a bird struck, tilting and falling from the sky.

Bang!

It crashed heavily onto the open ground at the arena's center, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Panshi was the first to react, his voice booming like a bell, instantly igniting the last hesitation in the players' eyes: "It's injured! It's fallen! Now, kill it!!"

Hope—real, within reach! —at this moment turned into a tidal surge of battle spirit!

"Kill!!!"

Someone let out another roar; this time, there was no fear in the voice, only venting rage and a conviction of victory!

The players surged like a tide, launching a full assault on the monster that had just hit the ground and not yet risen.

Cheng Shuili stood where she was, the muzzle of the rocket launcher on her shoulder still faintly glowing.

She didn't advance further, merely watching the battlefield calmly, like a spectator who had lit a spark.

Her task was complete, having shattered that seemingly invincible shell; what remained…

Blade flashes, sword silhouettes, hammer winds…

All manner of attacks poured down on the Faceless Jester like a torrential rain.

It tried to block with its remaining tentacles, but before the enraged players, those were futile.

Haohao tightly gripped his axe, roared forward, the axe blade slicing with a whoosh, striking the twisted shoulder blade of the Faceless Jester, nearly cleaving half its body, splashing more black liquid.

It seemed to have lost any ability to resist.

Cheng Shuili put away the rocket launcher and finally squeezed through the crowd to go inside.

The frenzied attacking players, seeing her approach, halted their actions and instinctively cleared a path for her.

Cheng Shuili walked up to the Faceless Jester; the once haughty rule‑bound monster was now spent.

The charred, shattered body twitched slightly, viscous black liquid gushing from countless wounds, pooling into a small puddle on the ground.

The once clawed tentacles now sagged limp, scattering around, occasionally convulsing weakly.

It seemed to sense Cheng Shuili's approach; the hollow face strained to turn toward her, emitting a faint, intermittent "cackle", like the last gasp of a broken bellows, full of resentment and spite.

From her lofty perch, Cheng Shuili stared down at it, suddenly lifted her hand, produced something, and flipped a switch.

A dynamic rhythm rang out instantly!

Boom‑boom, thump‑thump!

At that moment, she actually pulled out a speaker and played "The Handsomest Ethnic Style" again!

"B…big boss…" Haohao was genuinely stunned, "What does this mean?"

The other players were equally confused, while the immobilized Faceless Jester thrashed wildly, hoping to move its ears farther away.

Cheng Shuili watched the Faceless Jester's futile struggle, a mocking smile curling her lips.

"It means nothing," she said, her voice calm and flat, almost cruelly indifferent, "I just think this music suits its final journey. After all, it never seemed to appreciate my taste."

She lifted her foot, gently pressing it onto the Faceless Jester's charred, shattered chest, applying slight pressure.

The Faceless Jester let out a muffled ho‑ho sound, its remaining tentacles weakly slapping the ground.

"It seems unpleasant music can sometimes be more effective than blades."

Cheng Shuili said, raising the Night Hunt in her hand, the blade tip aimed at the only outline on the smooth mask—a red smile that now looked absurdly comical.

"Farewell, friend without taste."

The blade fell.

No earth‑shattering roar, no gore flying everywhere.

The Night Hunt's blade sliced into a dense shadow; the Faceless Jester's body twisted violently under it, then began to contract, emitting a series of faint, glass‑shattering sounds.

Countless spider‑web‑like cracks spread across its iconic red‑smile mask.

Finally, during the soaring chorus of "The Handsomest Ethnic Style", its body and mask disintegrated into countless tiny black specks, like ash blown by the wind, fluttering down before vanishing entirely into the air.

Also disappearing was the incessantly lingering oppressive feeling over the island that made one feel suffocated.

The music also came to an abrupt halt at this moment.

Cheng Shuili turned off the speaker and casually retrieved the Abyssal Ring.

The entire venue fell into a strange silence.

The players stared blankly at the spot where the faceless clown had vanished, then at Cheng Shuili, who stood with her blade sheathed and her expression unchanged, and for a moment they could not react.

That rule monster, which had toyed with them in the palm of its hand and brought endless fear and despair……

Did it just die like that?

Was it blasted down by a rocket launcher, then hacked with random blades into severe injury, and finally finished off with a single blow by Wu Ya to the accompaniment of a square dance anthem?

This ending… is perhaps too… dramatic?

"Is… is it over?"

A player muttered, his voice full of uncertainty.

"It seems…… yes."

His companion beside him swallowed, then answered in a dry voice.

"Then… then we…"

Should we say goodbye?

Before the latter half of the sentence could be spoken, the screen before each player began to distort.

The Instance has ended; it's time for each to return to their respective vehicles.

At the final moment, the woman in the Panshi Squad who had been saved by Wu Ya urgently asked, "Wu Ya! Is your full ID Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji?"

Cheng Shuili looked at that female teammate, her eyes filled with urgency and a certain confirmation.

But the transmission had already begun, and the space grew blurry.

"Yes."

Cheng Shuili gave an affirmative reply, but could no longer be heard.

In the Panshi Squad group chat:

"What did Wu Ya say at the end?"

As soon as she came out, the female teammate couldn't help asking in the group chat.

And the others obviously also had great interest in this:

"Did she speak? I didn't hear it. But you, why did you suddenly think she was Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji? That's Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji!"

"Is our luck really this good? In our first server-wide Instance, we not only met people from Long Guo, but also ran into Long Guo's region's Number One? Haha, if that's true, I'll have to go gamble again!"

"You'll eventually lose everything!"

Panshi stared at the dozens of messages that instantly flooded the group chat, rubbed his brow, and spoke in a low voice: "Everyone, quiet down."

The captain's authority was still there, and the group chat instantly fell silent.

"Xiao Ya," Panshi looked at the female teammate who had asked the last question, "why did you think she was Wu Ya Zuo Fei Ji?"

The female team member whose ID is 'Ya Jie Wu Di' immediately excitedly replied: "Brother Pan Shi, you've already asked like that, you must think so too! We are already the top combat power in our district, but that person has so many things we've never seen in their hands."