Chapter 221 - 218: Worldwide
Stepa's shredded remains had barely faded into particles before One Hundred-One's blade swept forward. Arcs of light burst from his sword, slicing through the air, each one infused with sword intent. The players who survived Sixty's lightning strikes now had to flee from One Hundred-One's attack. However, their attempts were futile. The arcs of light hunted them down.
Like snakes with a will of their own, they slithered through the air, locking onto their targets. A desperate player, who had activated a hidden teleportation ability, reappeared in a different part of South America—only for an arc to chase him and cut him down the instant he arrived.
Another player had tried to burrow underground, thinking the earth would be his shield. It wasn't. A blade of intent followed him through the ground, before bursting in his direction in a merciless strike.
One Hundred-One's eyes remained calm as he counted the remaining players.
"12 players remaining."
A figure in the sky disintegrated, leaving behind a cloud of blood.
"9."
A cloaked player ran to a hidden dimension. An arc of light followed, slipping through the closing gap like a shadow, killing the player before the door could close.
"8."
A werewolf, still clinging to hope, activated his strongest defensive skill, covering his body in golden fur. The sword intent shattered him instantly, leaving nothing behind.
"6."
His blade moved again. More arcs of sword intent flew, moving between obstacles, chasing down those who thought they had escaped.
"3."
A demon screamed as he was split in two.
"1."
The final player teleported three times, each jump taking him farther and farther away. He was fast. Too fast. The sword intent following him stopped as if contemplating pursuit, but then... the trail vanished. One Hundred-One exhaled, lowering his sword.
He had missed one.
A soft sigh left his lips as he muttered to himself, "This body of mine is still too weak…"
The words were meant for himself. A quiet lament at the limits of his new body. He had no idea how much of an uproar those words would cause all over the world.
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Sora watched as the chat, which had already been overwhelmed by the massacre, erupted.
| [@Demon One]: Did he just say he's TOO WEAK?!
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| [@Eclipse]: A level 199 is casually wiping the floor with level 240 players and still isn't satisfied. What the hell is happening?
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| [@SoulBreaker]: "This body of mine is still too weak." QUOTE OF THE YEAR. |
| [@EagleEye]: Was that a flex? No, seriously, is this guy flexing on us?
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| [@Rogue Specter11]: This guy is built different. I don't know whether to be happy he's on our side or be terrified.
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| [@Anthony Bonet]: If this is weak, then what the hell is strong supposed to look like?!
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| [@DarkVortex]: Is this even real? How is a level 199 killing players at this level? This isn't normal.
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| [@TeaOneFaker]: What did I just watch? Is this fake? What if all of this is edited?! Is it possible to massacre such a strong group of player with five mere players? |