The air wall seemed to be welded to the space, with extremely low friction. The White Horse Tombstone exhaled sharply backward, and the whole person slid smoothly forward, passing over Wan Ling’s head.

The peak speed of a human head’s horizontal rotation (axial rotation) is 1432°/s and the coronal plane (lateral flexion) is 722°/s. Wan Ling’s head followed the sliding trajectory of the tombstone, the corner of her eye barely catching the afterimage of the latter,

Spurt!

The White Horse Tombstone’s limbs were all severed in mid-air, the stumps smooth as a mirror, and thick black blood gushed out. Only a small section of the left arm remained.

She was expressionless, seemingly devoid of pain. At the moment she exited the edge of the air wall, she lowered her center of gravity, using the protruding half of the left arm’s bone,

to hook onto the vertical edge of the wall, swinging her entire body forward, once again passing over Wan Ling’s head.

This time, there was no time to turn her head.

The White Horse Tombstone fell, using her head and the half-bone of her left arm to clasp Wan Ling’s neck tightly, firmly fixing the latter’s camera-like head, restricting its turning angle.

She looked down at the players below, the meaning in her clouded eyes was clear: open fire on her.

If the broadcast wasn’t cut at this moment, there would probably be a large number of bullet comments flashing past, craze-spamming the words "Ma Sheng," "Old Ma," and "Saint Points +1."

On the one hand, the White Horse Tombstone’s moral baselines were indeed high. Upon learning that billions of civilians in this world would die because of her, she chose to sacrifice (as Wan Ling would initiate population cleansing upon acquiring player qualifications),

On the other hand, she estimated she hadn’t reached Level 35, this place shouldn’t be her deathbed yet.

’Tombstone, huh? Earthlings won’t forget you...’

Anonymous and his clones felt complex emotions, yet their hands did not hesitate, the remaining Mountain Opening Axes cleaving directly towards Wan Ling. Other professional players also attacked with all their might.

At the critical moment, Wan Ling struggled fiercely, the corner of her eye glanced downward, a diagonal backward space slash striking her own chest, cutting her body open,

And in the process, she bisected the White Horse Tombstone behind her.

Taking advantage of the tombstone losing combat ability and during free fall, she forced her line of sight upward again and blasted out an air wall barrier.

Clang Clang Clang—

The Mountain Opening Axes and Holy Silver Crossbow Arrows all slammed into the air wall, with only the head and upper body left, Wan Ling became even more agile than before. In a blink, she released more barriers,

Like a third-person shooting game such as "Fortnite," where temporary structures could be built, she quickly erected a small structure with air walls as barriers surrounding herself.

Is this possible?

A sense of despair arose among the players, as the air wall’s duration was 5 seconds, far longer than the time needed to turn one’s head.

In other words, if Wan Ling decided to act like a turtle, it was almost unbreakable.

"I have to say, you all struggle harder than I imagined."

A cold voice emanated from Wan Ling’s camera head, "As punishment, after I complete the cleansing, I will leave a thought brand in everyone’s brain-machine interface,

Forcing the remaining 9.8 billion humans to work five days a week, 8 hours a day, in full effort to repair the climate regulation facilities.

Four paid vacations a year, randomly exiled to isolated corners of Earth like Tahiti, Fiji, the Great Barrier Reef, and the North Sea Fjord, prohibited from carrying any electronic devices.

Each couple will be forced to take a three-year paid parental leave to take care of noisy infants with no ability to care for themselves."

What the hell?

Anonymous and other professional players paused, only realizing from Wan Ling’s tone that she seemed not to be joking.

Uh... the first Otherworld traveler [Li Risheng] and the [God of Mankind] AI he left behind, undoubtedly loved mankind to some extent,

Even if they let the AI govern the world, they didn’t violate human rights except for some freedom.

But Wan Ling, created by the [God of Mankind], although she loathed the mission of caretaking humans assigned by her code creator father,

She wished to kick Earth people away and enjoy herself on the killing fields,

Yet the foundational code of love restricted her ruthlessness, unable to conceive of more torturous means.

Prohibiting carrying electronic devices on a Fiji trip equates to torture.

’If there was no random global clearance of 1.1 billion people segment, such a future would actually be quite nice...’

A thought flashed through Anonymous’ mind, he and his clones grasped the final Mountain Opening Giant Axe, hurling it together in unison.

With just a glance, Wan Ling’s sight scanned through, and the Mountain Opening Axe was severed into two from kilometers away, the thin-as-cicada-wing air wall blade continued its momentum, sweeping two of Anonymous’ clone to their deaths,

The remaining clones scattered in all directions, fleeing separately.

A mere ruse to divert attention, Wan Ling would not fall for it.

She turned the camera, added a barrier, and glanced downward with the corner of her eye.

Yu Meiqin quietly picked up the tattered White Horse Tombstone, surrounded by arcs of electricity, flying rapidly along the ground.

"Still struggling?"

Wan Ling said indifferently, the camera lens focused on the back of Yu Meiqin’s head...

Suddenly, she noticed something.

A fruit fly, a red-eyed fruit fly, somehow perched in the corner of the transparent room.

It had just hatched, its wings not yet unfolded.

It was... dropped out of the White Horse Tombstone’s sleeve.

As an AI program, Wan Ling instantly scanned her memory bank and discovered that when the White Horse Tombstone was choking her neck, it released the fruit fly into the transparent room.

In the next instant, the fruit fly vanished from its place, replaced by a Super Clay Giant erupting with energy flames.

[Field Swap], a superpower move introduced in the fifth generation of the "Pocket Monster" series games, swaps positions with an allied Pocket Monster.

It can be learned by the Clay Giant through a Move Learner.

Before the competition, Lulina gave four near-hatching fruit fly eggs to her companions, instructing them to place them in their Backpack.

Since the fruit fly eggs hatch extremely quickly and pass through the Backpack, they are considered allied Magic Pets, allowing the [Field Swap] skill to be triggered.

All for this moment.

Wan Ling tried to turn her head, but the room was too narrow, and as the Super Clay Giant took half a step forward, it was already upon her, clasping the camera head with both hands,

Krkrkrkr—Boom!

The camera emitted a tooth-grating sound of metal scraping before finally shattering.

The transparent barrier room suspended in the air instantly dissipated, and the Clay Giant activated its foot thruster nozzles to stop its fall, melting the scattered metal fragments in the process.

In the far distance,

Lulu Xiu of the [King’s Road] team, was piloting the Gao Wen Mecha, holding the RLG team’s Lobster in one hand, and Lulina in the other, racing over.

"How did you..."

Brother Bing’s eyelid twitched violently, as the final map had an innate property that weakened long-range communications, so Lobster and the others far away on the other side of the map shouldn’t have known the complex situation over here.

Yet they didn’t continue fighting in the map’s corner, but came flying in support.

"He received a message from the Netwatch department, telling us to stop fighting and unite against the external threat."

Lobster pointed at Lulu Xiu, who lay inside the mecha cockpit, lifting his shirt to reveal a large patch of rash on his belly.

"I’ve had artificial urticaria since childhood, also known as dermographism."

Lulu Xiu explained briefly, "With this condition, the skin develops non-itchy rashes after mechanical stimulation.

Because the game pod monitors bodily functions in real time, if during the game, someone from the real world uses hacking methods to open the pod and write on my skin,

the virtual me in the game would simultaneously develop urticaria, which can be used to convey information from the outside world into the game."

Upon seeing Wan Ling, the Netwatch department immediately realized something was wrong and quickly had agents open the game pods, instructing Lulu Xiu and the others still in battle to stop fighting and deal with Wan Ling together.

"So that’s it."

Brother Bing nodded, belatedly realizing, with a slight change in expression, "Wait, conveying information from outside the game into the game, isn’t that cheating?

Your championship last year, wouldn’t it have been achieved through these means?!"

Being the only designated all-native Chinese team, RLG hasn’t won a finals championship yet, and losing a critical round in last year’s competition tortured the players and fans for an entire year.

During that time, the team manager, coach, players, and a large number of fans couldn’t help but talk in their sleep about the same thing every night: "Why didn’t they use the ultimate move at 39 minutes 10 seconds! Why didn’t they!"

"That’s not important."

Lulu Xiu unfazedly lowered his shirt, unwilling to reveal that this was a top-secret weapon [King’s Road] had kept in absolute reserve.

Though it does count as cheating, it was indeed never used in last year’s tournament. The championship was won fair and square.

"Everyone stop arguing."

Lobster interrupted the two’s argument, staring intensely at the spot where Wan Ling died, "The wind is picking up."