assistirfilmes Chapter 42 Elite Player Dead.
Chapter 42 Elite Player Dead.
With only seconds left before his death, John began formulating a desperate plan.
His body trembled as he prepared for one last move that would decide the outcome of Arthur.
Arthur's eyes narrowed as he heard John mutter something under his breath, and in an instant, the air around him crackled.
A faint shimmer of energy surrounded John's body as he activated his B-Rank Talent, Speed.
Arthur's senses heightened as John's speed increased dramatically, his movements almost a blur.
The grass under John's feet bent and snapped as he pushed off with incredible force, launching himself toward Arthur like a bullet.
Whoosh
The sound of the sudden dash filled the air as John closed the short distance between them in an instant.
Arthur's pupils dilated slightly, his calm expression briefly changing.
'He's fast.'
The attack was already in front of him, too quick to avoid. Arthur braced himself, his instincts kicking in.
'I can't dodge it. I have to block.'
He raised his hand toward the incoming attack as if he was going to block it using his bare hands.
John's expression twisted into one of confusion and disbelief as he noticed Arthur's movements.
"Is he trying to stop my attack with his bare hands?" John thought, his mind racing. "I thought he was just a summoner! He can't possibly have that much defence—"
But before the thought could finish, a dagger materialized in Arthur's hand mid-motion, summoned from his inventory at the perfect moment.
The blade intercepted John's attack, the force of the clash creating sparks.
Clang
The sound of metal on metal reverberated through the air.
John's momentum halted as the clash sent a small shockwave rippling outward. His eyes widened in shock as he realized the skill and accuracy behind Arthur's timing.
"This guy..." John muttered, his voice barely audible as his HP reached zero. His body lit up briefly before dissolving into pixels, vanishing.
[You have killed Level 4 Human, John_2024.]
Arthur lowered his dagger, his breathing calm as he watched the pixels fade. His expression remained calm, though his mind was on alert for any sneak attacks from the players around him.
"That was close," Arthur muttered, his voice low. He flicked the blood off his dagger before sliding it back into his inventory.
The surrounding players, who had been frozen in shock, began murmuring among themselves.
"He just killed an elite player..."
"Did you see that reaction time? He's not just a normal summoner... He can't be."
Without a single glance at the others, he gestured to Borak.
"Let's go," Arthur said, his tone casual, as if the altercation with John had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
The onlooking players remained silent as Arthur and Boark who was carrying the unconscious girl walked away from the scene.
No one dared to follow, and no one dared to intervene.
"Was I hallucinating, or did he really just do all that?" a younger player muttered, his voice shaky as he pointed to the now-vacant spot of land where John had met his demise.
"You're not hallucinating," another said, their tone filled with awe. "That move he pulled earlier—blocking like that—it was insane. I've never seen anything like it."
"It wasn't just insane, it was genius," a third chimed in, their voice filled with admiration. "The timing, the precision... It was perfect. How come no one's ever thought of that before?"
The first player nodded thoughtfully in response. "I mean, it's so practical and effective. He just pulled it off like it was second nature to him."
"What do you think it's called?" someone asked, tilting their head. "Maybe... the Fateless Block?"
The other players exchanged glances before nodding in agreement. "Yeah, probably. It fits."
Unbeknownst to Arthur, his quick thinking and improvised defence had not only left an impression but had also earned him unintended fame.
Players began to murmur among themselves, planning to replicate the move in their next encounters.
Meanwhile, Arthur walked through the forest with Borak.
His mind was occupied with plans for the unconscious girl next to him, completely unaware that his name and the so-called Fateless Block were beginning to circulate among the player base and would soon send shockwaves.
'What shall I do with her, I got into so much trouble because of her and she didn't even give me a damn hidden quest like they thought. Even if I wanted to tell them it wasn't, it's not like they would have believed me anyway.' He shook his head.
**
Arriving at the village gate, Arthur grabbed the unconscious girl from Borak's back and placed her on his shoulder with a calm face.
"Thanks, buddy," he muttered, patting Borak's back. With a soft snort, the Wild Boar vanished as Arthur unsummoned him, leaving no trace of its presence.
As he stepped into the village, the murmurs began almost instantly. Players paused mid-conversation, their eyes darting toward him as they whispered to one another.
"Who's that guy? What's he doing with that girl?"
"I bet he drugged her. No way she'd willingly go with someone like him."
"Seriously, how is this guy not locked up yet? Someone should report him. I tried to flirt with an NPC girl, and I was almost killed by the guards. Yet, this guy is walking around with an unconscious girl on his shoulder and a beautiful one at that."
Arthur's eyes twitched slightly at their conversations, but he kept his gaze forward, refusing to give the gossipers any reaction.
He had neither the time nor the patience to deal with them.
He decided to head towards a famous inn in the village, it was the most secure place for the girl. Players use it as a spawn point and, as Arthur often suspected, shady dealings.
He ignored the players lounging outside and pushed open the wooden door.
The inn's interior was lively, it was a medieval-style inn with the lanterns being the only source of light. There were wooden tables and a crowd of players within.
Players gathered around and discussed quests, levelling tips, or simply bragged about their latest loot.