Players Invade Cyberpunk

"Whoa, incredible, you can even block bullets. You're like the Fire Cloud Evil God's unparalleled kung fu master."

Shui Yue blushed.

"Ahem... just a little trick I picked up a few days ago, don't spread it around."

Blame it on the Chaotic Blade Association wielding Huang Ban's smart weapons, their programmatic bullets flying everywhere, slower than regular bullets, making it unavoidable for those high-level players equipped with Sianweistan to cosplay as Genji.

Who could resist posing like they're slicing through bullets with their blade?

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Masked Rider finally reacted, looking toward a newly appeared empty spot.

"This isn't the time to talk about that, horse's hoof, there's an enemy attack! Over there!"

Ogasawara was also stunned; wasn't this guy just a cripple who couldn't even afford adaptive prosthetics?

Yet here he was, a master of such caliber?

Shui Yue wanted to lick the vibrating blade to show off, but suddenly remembered he had smeared anesthetic on it and quickly pulled back his tongue, pointing at Ogasawara.

"Dare to lay a hand on the mentor? Take him down!"

Optical camouflage requires time to cool down and reboot, and once activated, it demands the withdrawal of all prosthetics and defenses. Ogasawara could only brace himself to engage in battle with the approaching Shui Yue and Masked Rider.

Ogasawara wasn't the only one who had infiltrated the stronghold.

Besides assassinating Gloria, there were others targeting the Horizon Corporation's commanders for assassination.

The enemy's tactical command was exceptionally brilliant, and their identity within Horizon Corporation was undoubtedly high. To avoid trouble, they included Wildman among their assassination targets.

Yet the action here was even more decisive than the attempt on Gloria.

When the assassin found the command center and saw Wildman constantly analyzing the situation and issuing commands in front of the map, they immediately deduced his identity and began their assassination mission.

Due to a power outage, the tent was dimly lit. He silently approached Wildman from behind, intending to efficiently slit Wildman's throat with a poisoned blade.

This guy didn't even have heavy subcutaneous armor; he was a total glass cannon.

Crack—

Wildman, expressionless, grabbed the hand sneaking around his neck. With just a slight exertion, the opponent's modified hand shattered with a wail, deforming completely like squeezed noodles.

He wasn't off the front lines because he couldn't fight. Even without much combat experience in direct battles, he's still top-tier in the game.

With minimal effort, Wildman lifted this 200-plus kilogram guy from behind to in front of him, somewhat puzzled as he asked,

"What... were you thinking? Who gave you the courage?"

Equipped with blue-grade gorilla arms, wrist joint pressure drive, enhanced power core for outer arm reinforcement, and blue-grade enhanced bionic muscle group, his strength determination had hit 14. Though it couldn't compare to the peak Adam's Hammer's 18, it exceeded human limits long ago. Every point increase in game stats multiplied the strength, easily smashing a 240-concrete wall with a punch.

Of course, his intelligence remained at 3.

No group chooses prosthetics based solely on stacking attributes without considering side effects like players do. They don't rely solely on combat will to withstand the assault of thousands.

The extreme stat freaks represent the beauty of numbers.

The assassin didn't respond and desperately struggled, left hand, legs, arms, several combat prosthetic blades sprang out, trying to dismember this guy standing before him.

But his response was only Wildman's stacked physical stats, surrounded by players who stood watching with folded arms, not inclined to intervene.

When a squishy jungler is caught by the top laner, the outcome is evident.

Wildman grabbed the opponent's hand and slammed him to the ground, making intimate contact with the floor.

A booming sound, no less than a grenade explosion.

The assassin's precious optical camouflage skin shattered into pieces, revealing the highly modified metallic luster beneath.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

When Wildman lifted him again, the opponent was beyond recognition, pale white modification fluid spilled everywhere.

Wildman tossed the body aside.

"Inform others, there may be additional intruders, handle with care."

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There were quite a few players helping at the logistics base. To ensure resource supply on the frontlines, even many newbies who just joined in the current version were brought in as reinforcements, including Wheelchair Sprint, West Fire Grass, and others.

Equipped with assistive devices, Wheelchair Sprint's walking was still uncoordinated, moving slower than the others.

However, the other players didn't look down on him. With many Medical Department players present, over the past few days, people generally guessed what the situation was.

Just as he was moving a box of bullets, West Fire Grass came running from somewhere, poking Wheelchair Sprint's waist.

"Hey, the big guy Wildman said an assassin from Huang Ban slipped in, and he's already killed one."

"Uh... does that have anything to do with us?"

Wheelchair Sprint was self-aware, an assist should stick to assisting. Charging to the front and getting killed would definitely draw scorn.

"How does it not relate?"

West Fire Grass said excitedly,

"I just heard those guys are loaded with prosthetics. If we take down one, won't we score some gear?"

Wheelchair Sprint looked at West Fire Grass with a deadpan expression.

"They are way higher level, how do you expect to catch them? A level 3 assist grabbing a level 4 top laner, are you looking to die?"

"You're thinking wrong."

West Fire Grass whispered,

"This game isn't LOL, there's no complete level attribute suppression. As long as you sneak attack successfully, even high-level bosses have to surrender."