Chapter 62: Deathmatch Results (1)
The decapitated head of a person fell to the ground, signaling the commencement of a high-stakes deathmatch. But amidst the tension, something unexpected caught the attention of the competitors.
Wait, isnt that Black Scythe?
Why on earth is Black Scythe here?
The representatives, just realizing the identity of their opponent, couldnt help but shiver with fear. Though they had never encountered Black Scythe face to face, they knew three undeniable facts about this formidable player.
Firstly, Black Scythe was renowned for never losing the top spot in any previous area. Secondly, they were a seasoned high-level player, sitting confidently at level 30. And lastly
We dont stand a chance against them, no matter how hard we try.
The level difference was staggering, and it crushed their fighting spirit. Especially after witnessing Black Scythes swift takedown of Psycho Chopper, their fear grew exponentially. They hadnt even glimpsed how it was executed.
I I wouldnt stand a chance, I wont be able to react just like that person right now. Id be toast.
How could I possibly defeat someone at level 30 when Im only at level 13?
With just a glimpse of the nickname, the representatives had already lost their will to fight. All except for Ryu Min.
Step by step, the ominous shadow of the reaper drew nearer, and the representatives faces betrayed their bewilderment.
Oh, hello, Black Scythe-nim! Its an honor to meet you. Hahaha