Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 631 - 629 Safety

"Let's fight then. Why are you taking off your jacket?"

Li Ang retorted, "Seriously, your physique isn't up to par either—no muscles, no definition. It's obvious you've never managed your figure."

It's none of your business!

The Blackstone Razor, dressed in a simple short-sleeved shirt, contorted his face. He clenched his fists and said coldly, "Do you think you can win like this? Naive!"

CRACKLE! POP! Sounds erupted from within his body as his figure stretched taller, his muscles blowing up as if inflated with air.

The short sleeves burst open as dark brown bristles sprouted under his skin, and his lower legs below the knees bent backward.

"OH! OH!"

The first Narrator, Spitzer Vegan, exclaimed loudly, "The contestant Blackstone Razor has transformed into a Werewolf! The Werewolf bloodline grants players immensely strong close-combat Fighting abilities, Self-healing Ability, and resistance to blows from the early stage, and provides room for advancement into specialized classes in the middle and late stages."

"Wait a minute! There's something not quite right!"

The second Narrator, Abdel, corrected, "Look at his face! A Werewolf's skull protrudes outwards, but his face remains flat, lacking hair growth, and retains human features, with only four fangs protruding from his mouth. This must be the perfect bloodline of a legendary Dark Creature, one that can perfectly integrate the features of the Blood Clan and the Werewolf, possessing not only the Werewolf's formidable physique but also the Blood Clan's eerie Spells!"

"ROAR!"

Blackstone Razor growled lowly, "This is the prize I obtained in a world similar to the movie 'Underworld'. You've suppressed your true strength, and I've suppressed mine. Now, let me show you the true power of this body!"

With that said, the Werewolf creature swept its arms backward and then ferociously swung them forward!

His palms clashed together, producing a ring-shaped shockwave visible to the naked eye that hurtled towards Li Ang.

Li Ang didn't dodge or flinch; he pressed his hands firmly on the ground, and a stone wall, half a meter thick, rose from the earth in front of him.

BOOM!

The shockwave shattered the stone wall to pieces. Blackstone Razor, without waiting for Li Ang to act, stamped his clawed feet on the ground, his figure sprinting across the Dueling Field. His fingers shot out ten streams of bloody Arrows, precisely hitting all the Metal Spears that were pinning down the black robe while in motion.

The blood Arrows, made of condensed Blood Clan essence, carried strong corrosive properties. A regular Blood Clan member would feel drained for half a day after releasing one, but Blackstone Razor could forcefully unleash them without concern for bodily exhaustion, thanks to the perfect bloodline's Self-healing Ability.

The Metal Spears hit by the blood Arrows HISSed as they melted instantly. The unbound black robe rippled like lake water.

Blackstone Razor stretched out his claw and gave the black robe a fierce shake, making it rapidly contract and ultimately transform into a Samurai Long Knife as dark as ink.

Li Ang, wearing a Dragon Head Mask that concealed his expression, calmly watched Blackstone Razor charge while maintaining his stance, palms pressed to the ground. He continued activating the Alchemy Array, causing the Dueling Field to sprout sharp, diagonally upward stone spires.

The dense spires expanded rapidly, leaving virtually no room to set foot on the Dueling Field.

"HMPH!"

Blackstone Razor sneered, wielding the Samurai Long Knife that had been a black robe. A filament split from the blade's edge, soon spreading into a broad curtain, extending forward with the swing of the blade. It covered the forest of stone spires above, like a straight carpet leading to the other end of the Dueling Field.

Blackstone Razor, in his Werewolf form, leaped onto the elongated carpet, swiftly and nimbly sprinting across the curtain. He twisted the hilt, making the blade's tip unleash a twenty-meter-long dark Sword Qi. Long streams of Energy swirled around the blade, surging like tumultuous waves. Amidst them, streaks of scarlet could be faintly seen—the corrosive power of the Blood Clan.

"DIE!"

Blackstone Razor roared furiously, swinging the Long Knife, which carried a twenty-meter dark Sword Qi, towards his enemy.

Li Ang stood unflinching, continuing to create layers of thick stone walls with Alchemy, placing them in front.

The seemingly sluggish Sword Qi abruptly accelerated in mid-air, gently touching the stone wall from a long distance away. Without a sound, a sharp, diagonal mark inexplicably appeared on the three-meter-wide, half-meter-thick stone wall. After a short delay, the upper half of the wall slid down along the smooth diagonal cut, crashing heavily to the ground.

Not just one wall; the Sword Qi pierced through all nine stone walls, still with unrelenting momentum, slashing towards Li Ang's neck.

"HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!"

Blackstone Razor, rushing forward, laughed wildly. He could already foresee his opponent's neck being struck by the knife, blood gushing out, leaving him to futilely clutch at his throat, eyes wide open in disbelief, staring intently at him.

"Fighting Energy externalization!"

Narrator Spitzer Vegan exclaimed in shock, "The Blackstone Razor contestant actually knows this move! In most Fighting Energy systems, even master-level individuals can only project Sword Qi about ten meters, yet he can extend it to twenty meters!"

"Indeed!"

The second Narrator, Abdel, was equally astounded. "This may also be the effect of the perfect bloodline! Ordinary Fighting Energy masters could actually externalize Fighting Energy up to twenty meters. However, they usually don't for two reasons. First, it's hard to control when it's too long, making it difficult to effectively injure the enemy. Second, the efficiency of releasing Fighting Energy through the meridians is prioritized; continuously outputting such power could potentially damage one's own body. The perfect bloodline, however, allows the Blackstone Razor contestant to use beastly instincts to firmly lock onto the enemy. It also rapidly heals the damaged meridians, maintaining this terrifying output of Fighting Energy!"

The two Narrators were not talking nonsense. Their organization, The Watcher Organization, being the official partner of the Sky Fighting Arena, naturally had access to some special tools. Among them was a detection device, which could crudely detect the type of Energy used by players, the general category of Spells released, and the special effects of the equipment activated.

The power systems in these combat games are incredibly diverse and all-encompassing. Without the detection device, the Narrators couldn't have explained and would be left making wild guesses, saying things like, "This child is so dreadful, he must not be allowed to live!" or "That contestant has the demeanor of a great emperor!"

On the Dueling Field, Blackstone Razor didn't quite catch what the Narrators were babbling about. His hands firmly gripped the quivering hilt, adjusting the direction of the blade, watching the elongated Sword Qi about to chop into Li Ang, his eyes filled with brutality and ecstasy.

However, the next second, Li Ang vanished from the spot—suddenly, the soil beneath his feet melted away, engulfing him entirely.

"Trying to run?!"

Blackstone Razor grinned, ceased charging, and stood on the curtain, looking down at the Dueling Field. His pitch-black eyes could see all the Energy pathways. Even if Li Ang sank into the ground, his Energy fluctuations couldn't be blocked and were indicated to Blackstone Razor as flames, signaling his location.

"Let me see, you are... right here!"

Blackstone Razor twisted the hilt, grasped the Long Knife with both hands, and thrust downward heavily.

PUH—

Blood spurted from the cracks in the ground. Delight initially flickered through Blackstone Razor's eyes but was quickly replaced by astonishment.

The blood isn't warm, and from the smell, it's not human blood...

BOOM!

The ground suddenly burst open, and Li Ang emerged, holding a cracked Semi-transparent Bleeding Sphere in his left hand and a Bronze Scythe in his right. The blood that had just splattered was not from Li Ang himself, but from the blood bag made of Worm secretions he was holding. Modifications and enhancements from the Origin of Life required basic substances like biological cells and water; the blood bag served as a material depot.

In the blink of an eye, the blood-covered Li Ang first unleashed Drown in Misfortune Assassination Method on Blackstone Razor, causing his throat to spew warm water, then swung the Bronze Scythe, severing the opponent's arms and legs completely.

Intense agony, after a brief delay, flooded into Blackstone Razor's mind. Just as he was about to think of surrendering, Li Ang's palm gripped his nape. His index finger pierced through the tough brown fur, skin, and muscle, right into the cerebellum, preventing him from even contemplating surrender.

"Don't be afraid."

Li Ang reached out to wipe the blood off his face, activated the Origin of Life to staunch Blackstone Razor's wounds, and whispered in his ear, "You are safe now."