“However, it seems my new husband said that to prevent the wedding venue from crashing due to too many people, only those above level 100 can enter the wedding hall, everyone else can only watch from outside. Oh my, dear, your level is too low, and your equipment is poor, shall we just say goodbye then?” Chapter Nine: Humiliating You. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Qin Chuan stared at that private message for three seconds before closing the window. “Are you ready? Let’s go.” Before Su Yao’s titanium alloy dog eyes could even return to normal, he spoke as if nothing had happened. Then, San Tu Chuan, this level 50 little assassin, took out his teleportation stone and transmitted to the map where Su Yao was.
“You… you… you… you… you… you… Chang Sheng Dian, are you out of your mind?!?!!!” Su Yao’s eyes widened as she looked at the calm-faced Qin Chuan, then at the level 50 alt, San Tu Chuan, on the screen. He was holding a flyer sold by an NPC, wearing a tight suit sold by an NPC, standing next to the majestic Red Medicine Hall, clad in top-tier equipment, looking like a beggar.
In Su Yao’s words, it wasn’t even enough to cover up. Yet, San Tu Chuan, dressed in such a way, asked if she was ready for a PK.
Su Yao felt that this guy must have been stimulated by a breakup. When she first broke up, she left the competitive scene without looking back; the second time, she cried for three days and three nights. But this Chang Sheng Dian, not only was he dumped, he also lost over sixty thousand ingots, that’s her annual salary! He only paused for three seconds as if nothing had happened. This big spender must be out of his mind, Su Yao thought, he actually planned to PK with a level 50 trash alt against her level 200, fully equipped, top-ranked thief, Red Medicine Hall!
“Stop fooling around, get your main account ready.” Su Yao said, still waiting for him to deliver the scythe of Twilight of the Gods into her mouth!
“Is it necessary to use the main account?” Qin Chuan glanced at the max-level thief on the screen, chuckled softly, “Or do you want to become a level 1 newbie?”
Yes, if she lost, Twilight of the Gods would send her to “reincarnation,” turning her priceless account into a worthless level 1 newbie, and her equipment would be wiped clean. But how could Red Medicine Hall lose to an embroidered pillow?!
Moreover, you can’t catch a wolf without risking your child. For the happiness of the rest of her life, Su Yao had to fight Chang Sheng Dian. She glanced at his fingers, which looked like an embroidered pillow, and had already decided the outcome in her heart.
“You think you can beat me?” Su Yao mocked him, fingers flying over the keyboard, Red Medicine Hall swung the December Blaze Chain, unleashing a series of combos. She leaped from the top of the city wall in a highly elegant aerial stance, continuously using skills, landing gracefully on the sea at dusk. This fluid, seamless movement was comparable to a master’s skill. She provocatively looked at the level 50 little assassin on the distant city wall, “I can kill your alt with one move.” Su Yao burst into wild laughter, “Just bring your main and alt together, hahahaha.”
“Sure, but first, you have to beat this one.” Qin Chuan shook his head, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth. Without further ado, he effortlessly executed several skills, which Su Yao called an embroidered pillow. San Tu Chuan used the unique assassin skill of Light Treading on Water, leaping down, heading towards Red Medicine Hall in the sea.
Actually, Su Yao had her own hidden intentions. Tactical data indicated that when fighting an assassin, it’s best to choose an open area like the sea surface, vast and flat, with no place to hide or take cover.
Assassins are a class that relies on finding cover and winning through speed, but the resistance from the water and the open space would greatly hinder their movement. An assassin’s health and defense are the lowest among all classes, but they are popular due to their many burst skills, high critical hits, and damage. A single hit could take half the health of a tank, not to mention mages or thieves with less health. If their equipment was poor, mages without shields or thieves without stealth could be instantly killed by an assassin.
Assassins, as ancient texts describe, are one-hit kill specialists; if they fail, they perish. Therefore, assassins prefer gear that increases their hit rate, which boosts their one-hit kill probability. However, he ultimately lost to our Red Medicine Hall, and his top-tier hit rate gear was also taken by her—Red Medicine Hall’s warehouse is the richest in the game.
In her PK records, Red Medicine Hall had fought many max-level assassins, knowing their strengths and weaknesses like the back of her hand.
The fatal flaw of an assassin without the financial backing to boost their hit rate was that all their speed, critical hits, and high damage were rendered useless. Su Yao, of course, was not a good person; years in the profession made her believe in the survival of the fittest. She would take it 120% seriously—unless she beat this deadbeat to the ground, she wouldn’t call herself Red Medicine Hall!
“Let’s begin!” Su Yao threw a couple of silver coins into the air; when they hit the ground, the PK would start, a customary practice among players in the game.
Swish! The December Blaze Chain flashed with golden flames, drawing a long trail across the azure sky. A level 50 little assassin? Ah ha ha ha ha, with one chain, she could kill a dozen of them!
But… damn!
“Why didn’t it hit? Damn, where did that assassin go!” Hong Yaotang was terrified when she realized that her move missed Sanchuanchuan completely and she couldn’t even find a trace of him! “Damn, he was standing right in front of me like an idiot just a second ago!” Fortunately, years of professional gaming had given her the composure to stay calm.
She knew that among the assassin’s skills, there was a grand ultimate move called “Soaring Eagle,” a sure-kill technique that could whisk the body away in an instant and deliver terrifying damage that ignored defenses. However, executing this move was extremely difficult; it required precise manipulation of the directional keys and combination keys. Mastering this move would take at least a year or more of practice. The tension, the high stakes, and environmental factors made it almost impossible for the assassin’s greatest move, “Soaring Eagle,” to succeed without exceptional luck, often leading to one’s own demise.
Su Ya, cursing the idiot’s incredible luck, launched her second combo – she had already spotted the little assassin’s shadow behind her on the right. This time, he wouldn’t get away, right? Su Ya thought to herself. She had fought countless assassins and never had she seen an ordinary player successfully execute “Soaring Eagle” twice in a row. But how many professional gamers like her existed worldwide? Not to mention, she had no interest in playing an assassin.
Yes, she just liked looting bodies. Hong Yaotang unleashed another grand move. “Damn! How did that fool dodge again? Where is he?” At that moment, Su Ya glanced at the hands of the black-framed glasses-wearing otaku. In that split second, Hong Yaotang, with more than half her health, suddenly dropped to zero. Sanchuanchuan, a level 50 assassin, missed with the first move but hit hard with the second, penetrating her body. Hong Yaotang’s screen flashed red, a dire warning. If not for Sanchuanchuan’s poor equipment and low level, this move would have been fatal!
Seeing her health reduced to 20%, Su Ya was furious! Why was she distracted? This idiot assassin took away 80% with one move; she was enraged, she was berserk!