Chapter 392: It Seems Unlearnable Even if Taught?

Their prolonged suspension in midair and his flawless evasion of attacks had already left them struck with awe, yet they never anticipated that his final move would be even more terrifying.

The final blow was patently greater than any strike that had preceded it.

Yet this was not what mystified them most; their deepest bewilderment lay in how, beneath the onslaught of such a formidable monster, he had emerged without sustaining a single scratch.

Furthermore, why did their own Dante possess none of these techniques?

It perfectly echoed the words Yue Yan had uttered earlier: "It feels as though the Boss is playing an entirely different game from us!"

"You are no human, are you?!" the Cerberus exclaimed, its countenance struck with shock.

"But that matters not; you have proven your strength."

Nearly every weapon in Dante's arsenal boasted an illustrious lineage, much like his initial greatsword, Rebellion, a relic bequeathed by his father, the legendary Dark Knight.

And now, before them lay another of Dante's armaments.

Only through overwhelming might could demons or magical beasts be brought to heel; upon the Cerberus's defeat, its mountain-like carcass gradually withered until nothing remained suspended in the air but a heavy, three-sectioned staff bound by chains, radiating a dim, azure glow.

The tips of the staff resembled four-sided ice crystals, and as Fang Qi grasped it, a vivid sensation coursed through him—a potent energy of frost and snow so intense that an ordinary man would likely have been instantly encased in solid ice upon contact.

Upon the screen, Dante gave a sharp whistle, spinning the weapon into a dazzling, dizzying blur.

It transcended mere excellence; his fluid, uninhibited manner of combat resembled a leisurely stroll through a scenic courtyard—less a desperate struggle than a walk in a garden, an absolute display of unbridled, domineering swagger.

"Brother Li..." Ling Wanyin murmured, cradling her instant noodles, "This person... seems incredibly formidable, does he not?"

Li Longyuan’s face twitched convulsively. "Since when have warriors become so terrifyingly potent...?"

"Word has it that the one who shattered the Four Symbols Array that day was a warrior, a mere primary-stage Martial Emperor..."

Li Longyuan: "..."

In an instant, he felt as though the realm contained within this shop was entirely divorced from the world he knew.

How could every single one of these warriors be so overwhelmingly powerful?

Soon, the game interface displayed the evaluation for the entire stage: S!

(The concept of an S-rank was something they had encountered back in Grand Theft Auto V.)

This game utilized a scoring system; upon the completion of each stage, a final tally would calculate their rank.

This rating would directly determine the rewards received at the end of the level.

In truth, it could be understood as a mechanism akin to a synchronization rate; as the cinematics revealed, Dante possessed a flamboyant inclination to flaunt his skills, each strike and confrontation unfolding like a stroke of divine genius—dazzling, magnificent, yet never superficial.

To him, perhaps every battle was a source of profound amusement, granting pleasure not only to himself but also delivering a tremendous visual impact to his audience through combat that was either elegantly exquisite or an absolute showcase of sheer virtuosity.

Consequently, the more adeptly a player mirrored this style of combat, the higher their synchronization with Dante would climb, yielding far greater returns in cultivation and experience.

Next, the onlookers witnessed that under Boss Fang's "S" rank evaluation, the Red Orbs and Style Experience points awarded were several times higher than what they had obtained from slaying the Hell Pride!

Yet, when Boss Fang himself had fought the Hell Pride and achieved an A+ rank, his rewards had only been marginally superior to theirs, and the disparity when compared to Nalan Hongwu's A- rank had been nowhere near this vast.

"How can the difference be so staggering?!" The crowd stood dumbfounded; if everyone adopted Boss Fang's method and achieved such terrifying ranks, wouldn't their cultivation skyrocket in no time as they slaughtered their way forward?

Even grand masters like Nalan Hongwu and his peers would likely see a conspicuous advancement in their cultivation!

Furthermore, given that the virtual reality version was modeled entirely after reality, could such a method of combat be applied in the real world?!

Everyone's breathing grew slightly shallow and rapid.

"Boss, how on earth did you pull that off?!"

"How is it possible to remain suspended in midair for so long?!"

"How did you execute that final move? Why do we not have it?!" Bearing in mind that they were all playing the exact same character at comparable levels, Ning Bi fixed her burning gaze upon Boss Fang's screen, exhaling a fragrant breath. "Could you perchance teach your big sister?"

Boss Fang: "..."

And then there was that uncanny ability to inflict damage upon the enemy at the very instant they unleashed a devastating assault, all while remaining utterly unscathed himself!

Such a style of engagement was simply too formidable; if it could be mastered and utilized, warriors would no longer find themselves drained by enduring blows, but would instead grow more potent the more they were assailed—to the point where cultivators without a countermeasure would scarce dare to invoke spells at random, lest they court their own destruction!

"Kid Fang! Care to give us an explanation?!" Nalan Hongwu clamored, sending out a bullet chat at the same time.

"It is quite simple," Boss Fang replied, taking advantage of the live stream to offer an explanation to the gathering crowd.

In the original game, the principle relied on using the Style action to cancel one's recovery frames—somewhat akin to the forced backstep skills in Dungeon & Fighter, which forcefully cut short the animation of a preceding skill to immediately initiate the next—by frantically and systematically alternating between the Style key, Helm Breaker, and gunfire while midair, one could simultaneously achieve the crushing force and guard-breaking capability of the downward slash, the airborne suspension of the firearms, and the animation cancel of the Style.

In this manner, an extraordinarily prolonged airborne combo could be realized.

By the same token, within the virtual reality medium, Dante's Helm Breaker could merge his own weight with the gravity of the blade, further combined with demonic energy to produce an effect akin to the Thousand-Pound Drop, rendering the force of his downward slash incomparable to any ordinary strike.

Consequently, the destructive power of the slash was conspicuously greater than usual, which explained why the boss battle concluded in the blink of an eye when everyone watched Boss Fang, whereas they themselves spent an eternity merely contending with the Grim Reaper of the very first stage.

They heard Boss Fang explain, "Leaping into midair, you all know how to execute Dante's Helm Breaker, right?"

With those words, he demonstrated a downward slash himself, channeling all gravitational force into the blade—a devastating strike propelled downward by demonic energy that swiftly carved a deep fissure into the floor of the demonic tower.

Boss Fang continued his elucidation: "First, we execute the Helm Breaker fully; at the precise moment the blade bites into the monster, we alter the nature of the demonic energy within our bodies—surely you all know the techniques of body-lightening and soaring?"

Having spoken, he demonstrated once more with Dante, leaping into the air where even the mere recoil of twin pistols sufficed to suspend Dante aloft for a considerable duration before descending; this was inherent knowledge possessed by Dante, and likewise martial insights that all warriors had access to from the very beginning.

Upon hearing Boss Fang's explanation reach this point, the majority of those present subconsciously sensed an impending dread.

So much for being simple! Why does it sound like...!!??

"Thus, while launching the monster upward, we must drive the blade with absolute precision into its joints, thereby imparting the minimum kinetic energy to its frame; were this an ordinary human or beast, we might term it 'painless dismemberment'..."

"!!??" Ning Bi and the others exchanged bewildered glances; most of them could scarcely land a hit on a monster as things stood, yet he expected them to strike precisely into the joints?!

"The air provides an excellent opportunity to unleash the slash, which I trust you have all witnessed, but at this juncture, our strike must not permit us to touch the ground," Boss Fang continued. "Instead, the very instant the blade cleaves through the creature's body, we must reclaim the demonic energy previously used to increase gravity and accelerate our descent, converting it into a lightening force capable of keeping us afloat via firearm recoil, and then fire downward."

Immediately following this, everyone watched as Boss Fang located a monster to demonstrate: slash, fire, slash, fire...

It mattered not if the bullets failed to ricochet off the ground—since not every surface permitted ricochets—though failing to do so meant one would eventually drift slowly back to earth.

At that moment, the character on the large screen delivered over a dozen heavy slashes in the blink of an eye, moving with spasmodic, blistering velocity.

Everyone: "..."

A stampede of ten thousand mythical beasts thundered through their minds.

To thrust a sword itself occurred in a flash of lightning, and firing a gun to stall in midair likewise demanded a split second; yet within this ephemeral span, one had to accomplish a complete transformation of forces?!

Furthermore, the body had to endlessly repeat these movements in an infinite cycle of ascent, descent, ascent, and descent.

Most crucially, every single slash had to be executed with maximum devastating force?!

Was such a feat truly within the realm of human capability?!

Damn it! Are you a demon?!

"Wait, it seems Dante himself actually is a demon...!?"

"Then what about that final white light?!" Many fixed their eyes intently upon Boss Fang or the grand screen, pinning their sole remaining hopes on the next technique.

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