Chapter 132 : The Sound of the Wind
The Sound of the Wind
Rounded up a little, Cecilia's current physical and magical defense had both reached a terrifying level—nearly one hundred points.
With the majority of players' current attack power, even breaking through Chen Zixuan's defense without a skill was an issue worthy of serious consideration.
Realizing that the threat from the enemy was not significant, Chen Zixuan's tense nerves slowly relaxed.
In recent days, the opponents he had faced in battle were mostly high-level monsters; even a slight misstep would come at a painful cost, and it had left Chen Zixuan somewhat mentally exhausted.
He glanced down at his arm. On the outer side of his forearm, there was only a bottle-cap-sized wound, already beginning to show signs of slow healing.
"Cecilia, are you alright?"
At this moment, Gu Yanxi, having come to her senses, ran over as well, her face full of concern as she asked.
"I'm fine. Come over here."
Chen Zixuan shook his head slowly and reached out to pull Gu Yanxi behind him.
Though his own defense was high enough to easily block most attacks, Gu Yanxi clearly was not so fortunate. Priests, mages, and sharpshooters were universally recognized as the three fragile classes, and Gu Yanxi, playing priest, was infamous for having low HP and low defense.
"Oh, okay."
She nodded dazedly, still baffled by the current situation, and obediently stood behind Chen Zixuan.
Because of the difference in height, Gu Yanxi was half a head taller than Chen Zixuan at this moment. The two of them pressed closely together—how to describe the scene?
Well, it looked rather comical.
Once he had settled Gu Yanxi, Chen Zixuan began to analyze the current situation.
From the traps on the ground and the arrows that had just flown in, it was clear that the one ambushing them in the dark was likely a sharpshooter player who—[onomatopoeia omitted in original].
"To be able to afford trap-setting skills and also have such high attack power, actually breaking through my defense—it's clear that this person isn't lacking in funds. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to buy such good gear."
However, since you've dared to provoke me, you'd better be ready to pay for it!
Just as Chen Zixuan was analyzing in his head, suddenly, a strong burst of white light shone out behind him.
At the same time, Chen Zixuan felt a warm, spring-like energy slowly seep into his body, and his 587/600 HP was instantly restored to full.
As if realizing something, the silver-haired girl turned her head, her delicate face full of helplessness. "What did you just do?"
As the light faded, Gu Yanxi was lowering her staff. When she saw Cecilia looking at her, she blinked innocently and said, "I healed you—how do you feel now? Any better?"
"You used Divine Healing, didn't you? What's the cooldown on that?"
Chen Zixuan knew that for now, the only skill Gu Yanxi had learned was likely the blue-colored Divine Healing.
Sure enough, the girl nodded lightly and asked weakly, "Five minutes. Why?"
"Never mind, it's nothing."
He sighed softly; he really didn't know how to explain things to the girl. Chen Zixuan turned his head away.
A skill with a five-minute cooldown was considered a crucial party resource in the early stages of the game—it could even bring someone from near death straight back to full health.
And yet Gu Yanxi had just used it for a small wound that would have healed with a single attack. Her awareness was certainly lacking—she probably had really never played an online game before.
Perhaps unable to watch these two any longer, just then, a young male voice finally rang out from behind the trunk of a large tree ahead.
"You two, stop!"
"This is our team's turf. If you keep moving forward, don't blame us for being rough with you!"
Hearing this, Chen Zixuan instinctively frowned.
So close to the Mutant Jungle, yet they had to run into a group like this. Whether in real life or in games, highwaymen seemed to exist everywhere.
No wonder those casual players were all crammed around the map's outer edge; by the looks of it, the areas near the Mutant Jungle had already been monopolized by those professional players who arrived first.
After all, even a D-rank world boss was an irresistible lure for players.
"Cecilia, what now?"
Because of their height difference, Gu Yanxi lowered her head and whispered in Chen Zixuan's ear.
She was not being timid—in fact, Gu Yanxi was actually hoping for some chaos right now.
You had to know, Cecilia was currently ranked number one in the world—a claim to being the world's strongest would not be exaggerated. With such a powerhouse, why should they fear a few sneaky rats?
"You wait in the back—let me handle them."
A cold glint flashed in Chen Zixuan's icy blue eyes. He shot Gu Yanxi a quick glance and whispered to her.
He had never been one to accept losses meekly. If he was capable, why should he suffer instead of making the enemy suffer?
Excitedly, Gu Yanxi nodded. Knowing that she would just be a burden if she stayed, she quickly ran back and hid behind a tree over a dozen meters away, poking her little head out and staring intently at the silver-haired girl's back.
Since they didn't know how many enemies there were, just as Chen Zixuan was about to summon his Darkwing Demon Bat and use the bat radar to scout, four players emerged from the woods ahead and stared at Chen Zixuan from dozens of meters away.
It was a low-end dungeon team: three men and one woman. The man who had spoken earlier was a tall, thin sharpshooter in a mismatched set of gear, holding a light blue longbow in his hands and looking particularly unfriendly.
Above his head floated a bright red ID—clearly the one who had set the traps and fired the arrows.
By Chen Zixuan's estimate, including the longbow, the guy had at least three pieces of blue equipment—pretty impressive fighting power at this stage.
The team also had a swordsman with a longsword, while the remaining man and woman were mages, each aiming a short staff at Chen Zixuan with threatening postures and expressions.
"She's a girl?"
When the sharpshooter player saw Chen Zixuan's face clearly, he abruptly lowered his longbow in surprise.
"Who cares if it's a guy or a girl? You're already flagged red—just finish her already!"
Backed by numbers, the swordsman in the team spoke without restraint.
Chen Zixuan's expression suddenly darkened.
Judging by their gear, these players were probably only level five or six; even the beefiest swordsman likely had less than 300 HP. To Chen Zixuan now, they posed no threat at all.
If it came to a fight, Chen Zixuan was confident he could finish it easily within ten seconds.
"Wait, I think she's..."
At that moment, the male mage in the group seemed to find the distant girl a bit familiar, and couldn't help but mutter.
His sense of unease grew stronger, but before he could finish, the distant girl suddenly drew her blade—her figure blurred!
In the next breath, a roaring wind pressed down with unstoppable force, and a doll-like, icy face appeared right in front of him.
So fast!