Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 630 - 628: The Black Robe

It must be said, Li Ang was truly an advertising genius.

Many in the audience had curious expressions on their faces, whispering to each other, discussing whether to check out the shop named "Immaculate Furnace" at the southeastern corner of the square.

In the stands below the Dueling Field, Wanli Fengdao's eyes twitched as he came to a realization: Li Ang's treatment of his wounds was not solely out of friendship but also to use him as a case study to advertise the shop, making full use of everything.

After the Narrator Abdel finished the personal introductions, a countdown also appeared high above the Dueling Field.

Blackstone Razor, paying no mind to the resounding narration from all directions, kept his eyes fixated on Li Ang, the black pupils in his eyes dilating incessantly until they completely consumed his irises.

In his perception, the opponent was no longer a person but a low-temperature burning flame.

Energy, one of Blackstone Razor's skills, was the ability to see the distribution of energy in the environment.

When the opponent was preparing a move, withdrawing, releasing a skill, or activating equipment special effects, it was all clear in his line of sight.

Nothing could escape his eyes.

Energy level, very low. Probably around LV13 or so. But since he dares to challenge me knowing I'm LV17, he must have some strength and abundant confidence in his self-preservation abilities. I can't rule out the possibility that he's suppressing energy fluctuations, playing possum. Hmm... I've never heard of such a person from any major organization...

The giant numbers above the Dueling Field counted down. Wanli Fengdao smacked his lips and obediently went to the stands, picking out a good spot to sit down. Li Rising always planned thoroughly before acting. Since he hadn't withdrawn from the duel yet, there was no need for others to worry on his behalf.

4, 3, 2, 1!

The moment the countdown ended, Blackstone Razor made his move.

If I'm unsure of the opponent's strength, then I might as well use a killer move right from the start.

Spitzer Vegan, the Narrator on the high platform, exclaimed, "My goodness! Blackstone Razor has actually used this move!"

In the instant the match began, the black robe that Blackstone Razor had let fall to the ground rose into the air. It spread out to the sides while extending upwards, like a thick, heavy, dark black waterfall, cascading down towards Li Ang.

With a solemn voice, Abdel declared, "Yesterday at noon, in the Sky Fighting Arena's fifteenth level, player Blackstone Razor faced a young Mage from the Bell Tower. The two of them were evenly matched at first, with the score tied at 9:9. Just when the match seemed at a stalemate, player Blackstone Razor did exactly what he's doing now, allowing his cloak to billow and cover the entire Dueling Field. In yesterday's battle, that Bell Tower Mage used a [Blaze Storm] to melt and dissolve most of the Dueling Field, barely managing to break through this move and forcing player Blackstone Razor to surrender and withdraw. I wonder what choice the owner of Immaculate Furnace will make today?!"

Though Narrators were supposed to remain neutral, that didn't mean they lacked personal preferences—they, too, despised Blackstone Razor for intentionally losing points to smurf and for brutally bullying novice players. During their narration, they subtly hinted that "a fierce fire-based skill could break through this move."

As the black waterfall enveloped him, Li Ang pushed his slightly crooked dragon-head token, squatted down unhurriedly, and pressed his open palm to the ground. Blue, delicate electric arcs extended from his fingertips, covering the stone floor.

The crackling blue arcs, seemingly slow but actually fast, sketched out a circular Alchemy Array full of intricate geometric patterns.

Amidst the shouts of the Narrators, the stone floor before Li Ang began to churn like boiling water. The liquid mud surged up frantically, then rapidly solidified and changed color, ultimately forming an MG3 belt-fed machine gun with a bipod.

CLATTERING—

The lengthy ammo belt, created through Alchemy, fell to the ground with a heavy sound. Li Ang hoisted the freshly forged, scorching-hot machine gun, aimed it towards the black waterfall, and pulled the trigger.

Flames burst from the muzzle, and heavy bullets tore through the air, hitting the black curtain. The black robe emitted muffled PUFFS. The areas hit by bullets dented inwards but remained unbroken.

Bullets that lost their kinetic energy fell to the ground. CLINK! CLANK!

It's no use!

Behind the curtain, Blackstone Razor sneered inwardly, his pitch-black eyes piercing through the black waterfall, fixated on the flame-like figure opposite him.

Although this black robe lacks strong attack power, it's extremely tough—impossible to blast through or tear apart. Only an attack backed by overwhelming Energy could possibly breach it, and his opponent's Energy level is clearly insufficient to unleash such a Spell. This match, I've sealed the victory!

As he anticipated, the two Narrators on the high platform also let out sighs of disappointment.

"Blackstone Razor indeed possesses vast experience," Spitzer Vegan stated gravely. "The Sky Fighting Arena is ultimately a point-based Dueling Field; accumulating ten points grants instant victory. His black robe divides the Dueling Field in two, pushing forward slowly and constantly shrinking his opponent's space to maneuver. If the Immaculate Furnace contender tries to bypass the curtain, he will inevitably step out of the Dueling Field boundaries, losing 5 points before the fight even starts."

Abdel frowned. "If he can't pass on either side, could he try to cross over the top of the curtain?"

"I'm afraid not." Spitzer Vegan shook his head. "Take a close look at the top of the curtain. At first glance, it seems stationary, but if you observe carefully, you can see it undulating like waves, extending upwards at an imperceptible rate. I guess if someone tries to cross over from above, this black waterfall will instantly spread out to intercept the opponent."

BANG.

Li Ang tossed the machine gun, now empty of bullets, onto the ground and squatted down again. He thrust his hand into the mud-covered brick surface, activating Alchemy, and pulled ten Metal Spears from the ground.

He gripped one spear tightly, leaned back, and with a vigorous swing of his arm, hurled the Metal Spear forward.

Let's try this.

Behind the curtain, Blackstone Razor's eyelid twitched. In his perception, a transient wave of Energy suddenly erupted from his opponent. This was followed by a Metal Javelin, wreathed in fierce flames that signified its massive kinetic energy, thundering towards him.

Blackstone Razor instinctively sidestepped. This very action saved his life—the Metal Javelin, like a battering ram, crashed against the black waterfall, forcing the thick curtain into a sharp, conical protrusion.

BOOM!

The cone grazed past Blackstone Razor's ear and smashed into the ground behind him, sending floor tiles flying.

Blackstone Razor turned, his body stiffening with belated fear as he looked at the silhouette of the Metal Javelin beneath the curtain.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Metal Javelins came relentlessly, driving the curtain back. The black robe was indeed tough and sturdy; it wasn't torn even by such force. But as more Metal Javelins struck, the entire black robe was eventually pinned to the ground, immobilized.

At last, the combatants, separated by the curtain, saw each other once again.