Heavenly Dao Livestream Room.
Top-ranked match, experts from various sects gathered, coupled with Lu Ze’s initial saintly move of stealing twelve in one go just now.
At this moment, the livestream room’s popularity was sky-high, reaching its peak in the past fifteen days.
In such a scenario, a fierce 3v3 showdown was clearly giving the audience a visual feast.
[How did Core Disciple Zhong get kicked to death just like that...]
[Bold move! It’s the thought that counts!]
[Whoa, Core Disciple Zhou and Core Disciple Shen are trading blows evenly—truly thrilling!]
[It’s all mind games!!]
[Hurry up, I just want to see Old Demon Lu get owned by Core Disciple Li!]
[Please, someone break Old Demon Lu’s indestructible golden body already...]
[Damn! Core Disciple Zhou barely won with a sliver of health!]
[He’s not going to pull off a one-versus-three sweep, is he?]
...
Disciplinary Hall, Dark Hall Side Corridor.
“Close one... Good thing I went for the headshot!”
Zhou Yue was repairing his armor, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.
For the past few days, he had been matched up against all sorts of freaks and had yet to have a single proper face-to-face duel.
Now, after a long and intense battle with a worthy opponent, he was in high spirits.
Thinking about the even stronger Li Moran waiting for him later, Zhou Yue’s fighting spirit only grew.
“Bring it on!”
After fixing his helmet and fully restoring his health, Zhou Yue laughed out loud and fired a signal toward the ceiling.
There was no response from the other side—of course, none was needed.
This was an unwritten rule among cultivators during sparring matches.
The victor uses restorative medicine; the loser can take position in advance.
After the victor restores his state, he sends a signal to indicate readiness, while the loser need not reply.
This way, offense and defense traded places, adding more meaning to the rotating duel format.
Both Zhou Yue and Li Moran were using the same character: the Ferocious Dragon.
A clash between two top-tier Ferocious Dragon players was naturally full of highlights.
In the Heavenly Dao Livestream Room, the density of comments increased even more.
[Ferocious Dragon is still lethal on the offense! High ceiling with the jet burst!]
[Fairy Li’s counter-jet move... so stylish!]
[That phantom-like shift in position... completely throwing off his aim!]
[Using the psychic bomb to lock down the area... no wait! To mask her footsteps? Zhou Yue is switching positions!]
[Whoa!! Fairy Li’s left-right headshot accuracy is insane with all that movement?? So cool!]
[Headshot! Zhou Yue’s helmet is gone!]
[Looks like it’s decided...]
[Hurry up! I can’t wait to see Fairy Li beat the crap out of Old Demon Lu!!!]
[Fairy Li, teach Old Demon Lu a good lesson!!]
...
“I’ve lost!”
Zhou Yue let out a soft sigh, but there was no regret in it.
In a battle of experts, victory and defeat are decided in an instant; he had been thoroughly convinced.
Lu Ze was not surprised by this outcome.
Li Moran’s skill was indeed slightly higher than Zhou Yue’s.
Her chances of winning were naturally a bit greater.
He and Zhong Yi stepped out from behind the wall at the corridor’s entrance, and the latter carried Zhou Yue’s body back to the hallway to begin reviving him.
“Senior Sister Li is really strong... but still, at least we fell with dignity!”
Li Moran’s pressure on him earlier had been intense, and Zhou Yue was willing to accept his defeat.
“Don’t worry, isn’t Junior Brother Lu still here?”
Zhong Yi said with a smile.
“Junior Brother Lu?”
Zhou Yue paused.
No one really knew Lu Ze’s true strength.
After four consecutive days of shady, ambush-style play, many claimed Lu Ze had no real skill and could only play dirty.
Zhou Yue didn’t necessarily agree, but he didn’t think Lu Ze was stronger than Li Moran either.
After all,
if he were that strong, wouldn’t he have some shred of a top-tier expert’s pride?
So he didn’t believe Lu Ze could beat Li Moran.
“I doubt it.”
Zhou Yue shook his head.
“Beep—beep beep—beep—”
The sound of revival echoed over a very long distance.
The empty corridor was filled entirely with the noise of Zhong Yi reviving Zhou Yue.
“I don’T think so.”
Zhong Yi smiled and shook his head.
“Junior Brother Lu never shows his hand, but he never does anything without being sure of winning.”
“Since he agreed to accept Senior Sister Li’s signal, he must be confident he can win... Otherwise, we would have just soared away and retreated.”
“I suspect... the only opponent among Senior Sister Li’s rank that can make Junior Brother Lu take the fight seriously is her alone!”
The more Zhong Yi spoke, the more convinced he became of his theory, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.
He revived Zhou Yue, pulled him up from the ground, and then raised his eyes toward the main hall outside the Disciplinary Hall.
“This time, it might be our one and only chance to see Junior Brother Lu fight fair and square... uh?”
As he spoke, his words caught in his throat.
“Old Zhong, why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost... huh?”
Zhou Yue, who had just gotten up, was also stunned by the sight before him, his eyes blurring and nearly knocking him back down.
There was Lu Ze, lying flat behind the block at the corridor’s exit, squirming like a maggot without moving an inch...
...
Heavenly Dao Livestream Room.
Comments flooded the screen, dense and overwhelming.
[Holy cow!! Old Demon Lu is still Old Demon Lu!!!]
[He’s an early saint! He’s not even sparing his own teammates!!]
[Taking advantage of Core Disciple Zhong’s revival noise to cover his sound, crawling all the way to the enemy’s door... as expected of you, Early Saint Lu!!!]
[Even one of Fairy Li’s jade-like feet is about to get a taste of it??]
[No, not that!!!]
[Is Old Demon Lu some kind of foot fetishist...]
[Fairy Li, please, you’ve got to spot him!!]
[Don’t let Old Demon Lu get his hands on those delicate feet!]
[Such a borderline saint!!]
[When are they coming out with boots in the “Sage Abyss Chronicles” game? This game’s unplayable!!]
...
Disciplinary Hall, Floating Force Hall Side Corridor.
Li Moran was methodically restoring her state.
The fight with Zhou Yue had taken a heavy toll.
Her armor was shattered, and she had plenty of injuries. By the time Zhou Yue was revived, her health bar still wasn’t full.
‘Finally... I can fight head-on.’
A smile crept across Li Moran’s lips.
She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Every time, she was desperately chasing after that figure.
She wanted to know,
just how far she was from him.
The moment her health bar filled up, Li Moran raised her [Celestial Weapon·Type Seven] and fired a signal at the ceiling.
“tat-tat... tat-tat-tat!”
The signal finished.
Silence all around.
“Whew...”
Li Moran took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
Her mind recalled Lu Ze’s coaching from the last time he watched her in a similar situation.
An image of the entire external hall of the Disciplinary Hall formed in her mind.
‘Here, here... and here...’
She mentally marked several standard defensive aiming positions.
‘A small peek shot, pre-fire the first position...’
‘Then jump and pull back to hit the second and third positions...’
‘If neither hits, jet-burst back midair...’
‘That way, I’ll definitely get a read on his position, and the real battle begins...’
Li Moran’s spirit wandered, a series of combat images flashing through her mind.
The next moment, she opened her eyes.
A slight peek out and she fired a burst of spirit rounds straight into the spot at the corner of the Elder’s Chamber door.
Not there!
Without a moment’s hesitation, Li Moran pulled back behind cover, and the next second—
A crouching cannon blast shot toward the opposite corridor entrance!
The moment the cannonball flew out, Li Moran leaped out in a big jump!
While still in midair, he had already aimed the muzzle at several spots on their scalps, one after another.
Just then,
Li Mo’ran sensed something was off.
Beneath his feet…
There seemed to be a pitch-black blob?
What the hell was that thing lying at the tunnel exit?!
"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"
The dense, crisp sounds of .45 caliber flesh-piercing rounds instantly blanketed the entire Hall of Executors.
【Envoy Lu Ze has knocked down Mo’ran!】
"I told you already…"
Lu Ze chuckled as he blew the gunpowder smoke from his muzzle.
"Today, I’m going to fix your foot—hard."
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