Chapter 390: If It Falls Down, Consider It My Loss (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

"Such a massive sword? How are you even supposed to swing this thing...?" Mo Xian, controlling Dante and gripping the greatsword Rebellion, looked utterly out of her element.

"Hi-ya!" With a furious shout, she swung the greatsword across, only for the lesser demon to shift sideways with an unnatural, eerie swiftness.

The blade brushed right past its form, leaving it unscathed.

At the same time, the other minor demons nearby had already swarmed forward to encircle her.

A creature wielding a scythe lunged, prompting Mo Xian to hastily mimic the shopkeeper’s combat style. She spun the pair of handguns in her palms with immense flair, and then...

Sent them flying right into the monster’s face.

"..."

One had to understand that Owner Fang possessed flawless mastery over firearms, supplemented by Dante’s specialized knowledge as a demon hunter. This was a far cry from these half-baked amateurs whose only experience was playing Grand Theft Auto V.

The scythe-demon, struck square in the face by the pistols, let out a roar and lunged at Mo Xian’s head with even greater fury and speed.

"Ahhhhh..." She began hacking blindly with the greatsword.

"..."

Clearly, Perfected Cultivator Xi Chi and the other cultivators were not faring much better. Though controlling Dante granted them a grasp of his innate, basic swordsmanship and gunplay, the actual speed, aggression, and cunning of these demonic lackeys were entirely different from the original game. Even the lowliest denizens of hell possessed a devious intellect and combat prowess far beyond ordinary men.

"Boss, why is this game so hard?!" Ruan Ning was already clamoring, having perished at the agency's front door before even laying eyes on the boss.

Owner Fang replied with utter disdain, "You're controlling Dante, the son of the legendary Dark Knight Sparda, and you have the nerve to complain the game is hard after getting slaughtered by mere grunts? You're just garbage."

Ruan Ning's face turned dark. "Trash boss."

"Shouldn't one defer to Dante’s own instincts and let the blade follow his will?" A lazy voice drifted over. On Ning Bi's screen, she had already reached the Hell Vanguard.

"Naturally," Owner Fang nodded. "If you don't even know how to use a sword and try to show off based on your own whims, how could you not get clowned by minor monsters?"

He cast a sidelong glance at Ruan Ning. "See how smart she is."

"..."

Evidently, the warriors of Jiuhua City faced no such hurdles. Even those with lower cultivation, like Song Qingfeng and his peers, drew techniques and experience from Dante’s swordsmanship, blending it with their own inputs to handle the lesser demons with apparent ease.

"Oh?!" Ling Wanyin, clutching a cup of milk tea, stood behind them to watch. "Brother Li, look at this person—how fearsome! Is he a warrior too?!"

On the screen, Nalan Hongwu moved with consummate ease. He swung the massive two-handed greatsword with such ferocious vigor that it became a blur to the eye.

With eyes that saw all and ears that heard everything, the moment the Hell Vanguard materialized silently behind him, he spun around abruptly. The silhouette of his blade vanished, leaving only a turbulent tempest of sword-gale. Harnessing a powerful demonic form and surging magic, he was ready to unleash an incredibly fierce strike at any moment. "Hahaha! Is this old man's swordsmanship impressive or what?"

He spoke as if he possessed eyes in the back of his head.

The words had barely left his lips when the Hell Vanguard parried Dante's assault with its scythe. The immense recoil of the clash rippled outward, and before Nalan Hongwu could steady his footing, the scythe swung straight down toward his skull.

"Oh, son of a—#￥%&&&&..." His face was instantly covered in blood.

The two onlookers behind him stared in stunned silence. "..."

Having just received a brief explanation from Xiao Yulv, the pair now vaguely grasped the concept of a 'game' and muttered in horror, "Are these warriors seriously fighting such terrifying monsters in there every single day?"

Staring at the Hell Vanguard on the screen, which drifted east and west like a phantom ghost, she noted, "Brother Li, look, so many of them are fighting this thing!"

"Should we... try it out ourselves later?"

Inside the 'Owner Fang's Sightseeing Tour' Penguin chat group, a new topic had evidently emerged today.

Black Demon: "Anyone playing Devil May Cry 3? Where are you at?"

Tang Yuan: "Don't even bring it up. Why is this game so brutally hard? I haven't even made it out of the agency yet."

Song Qingfeng: "(Shiba Inu smirk emoji) Already fighting the Hell Vanguard."

Nalan Mingxue: "The Hell Vanguard is a bit tricky."

At that moment, Nalan Hongwu wiped the blood from his face, laughed heartily, and posted in the group: "This old man has already cleared the Hell Vanguard. Anyone faster?!"

"..."

Meanwhile, Owner Fang remained silent, rapidly approaching the chamber of the Cerberus. However, his inputs seemed rather peculiar.

With an upward slash, Owner Fang launched a massive Hell Sloth—a towering, scythe-wielding demon capable of teleportation.

This creature was vastly superior to the common grunts from earlier; it was exceptionally durable, swift, and could even blink through space.

As it airborne, Owner Fang muttered to himself, "Downward slash... gunshot... another downward slash... it should be like this, right?"

"Why isn't the combo linking?"

In the virtual reality version, everything adhered strictly to the laws of physics. The original game’s phenomenon, where weapons clipped through a monster's body while leaving it completely unfazed, was naturally impossible here. This was precisely why one couldn't simply hack away slowly in mid-air—doing so would have long since sent the monster flying away.

However...

Owner Fang was precisely the type who refused to accept such limitations.

Controlling Dante, the two-handed greatsword in his grip had already accelerated past the point of visibility. He executed a fierce downward cleave, followed instantly by another, resembling two rapid bolts of lightning crashing down!

"Originally, a downward strike broke armor... now it requires two heavy downward slashes to ensure this demon can't withstand my momentum, forcing it to be launched cleanly..." Having verified his theory, Owner Fang leaped up swiftly, delivering a heavy blow to the mid-air demon.

"Slash... draw guns..." Owner Fang landed quickly after two strikes.

"Huh? That's not right..." Originally, Owner Fang could perform miracles with a single greatsword in this game, but now that everything conformed to physical laws, things seemed a bit unmanageable.

"No..." Owner Fang sank into deep concentration, casually shifting sideways to evade a blade-strike from another Hell Sloth behind him. "My method of staying airborne just now was flawed. A rapid, ferocious strike can allow the greatsword to slice straight through the monster's flesh without transferring too much kinetic energy—similar to how a blade in movies cuts so fast that the blood only spurts after a delay—but I will still fall, and the Hell Sloth's hardened bones... it's impossible to sever them without sending its body flying..."

"The only solution is... to strike exclusively at the joints held together by demonic energy," Fang Qi mused. "As for Dante's own aerial suspension, it can rely on the recoil of firearms for aerial gunplay... Unlike the original game, the gunfire must be directed vertically downward to achieve maximum upward kinetic energy, ensuring Dante stays airborne longer."

"If the bullets hit the ground, and the ricochets strike the monster I am attacking, it will provide an upward momentum..."

"Got it!"

At that moment, Owner Fang directed Dante to charge at another monster.

Spotting an opening, he delivered two incredibly fierce heavy slashes, followed instantly by a launcher.

Next, Owner Fang's character seemed to spasm violently in mid-air. A heavy sword strike connected seamlessly with a gunshot, the two alternating within the blink of an eye. All one could perceive were countless, unbroken afterimages of descending blade-light and gunfire, the actions so swift that the screen retained nothing but a blur of shadows!

Simultaneously, the Hell Sloth under Owner Fang's assault contorted frantically in mid-air. Forget retaliating—it couldn't even manage to lift a single finger!

Evidently, the aerial rave of Devil May Cry had been reconstructed by Owner Fang through an entirely different method.

By now, a few of the more naturally gifted players had clearly conquered the Hell Vanguard.

Inside the group.

Song Qingfeng began sharing screenshots: "Impressive, right? The Hell Vanguard has fallen beneath this young master's blade!"

"That's nothing, this old man finished it ages ago!"

Ning Bi also posted a screenshot: "Passed it too!"

"Looking up to the gods!"

"Pro player!"

"6666!"

Just then, a sudden cry of shock erupted within the internet cafe: "Holy crap! Why isn't the monster the boss is hitting falling down!?"