Chapter 534: Wait for Me to Reinforce My Weapon Well Before Checking Closely

Due to the interplay of forced physical strikes and rapid firearm deployment, every sudden cancellation left a lingering afterimage at his current position. Thus, on the screen, under Fang Qi’s manipulation, the Launcher drew and sheathed weapons in such a dizzying, high-speed succession of diverse firearms and martial arts that one afterimage melted into another.

"What kind of technique is this?!"

"How come it was never mentioned in the stories the boss told before?!"

Many in the crowd looked on, both astonished and utterly mystified.

"This... can be called the Quick-Draw Strike Style."

Of course, Glory and Dungeon & Fighter were two different games; they shared similarities, but their specific mechanics naturally differed in places.

For instance, Fang Qi was utilizing the standard Quick-Draw physical style of Dungeon & Fighter’s Launcher class.

This particular school of combat was even crowned with the title of the Splendid Style.

As for why it earned such a name, one only had to look at Boss Fang’s screen to understand. The alternating flashes of gunfire, physical strikes, and grenades rotated at a frequency so high it left viewers breathless; one scarcely had time to discern the previous weapon before the next firearm was already swapped in, making it seem as though he were dancing amidst a torrential downpour of artillery.

Throughout the entire process, the targeted opponent on the screen resembled a marionette on strings, driven wherever he wished, their autonomy entirely seized by his hands.

If this were to be considered a performance, then it was a terrifying spectacle wherein he held absolute dominion over his opponent's life and death!

To call it splendid was by no means an exaggeration.

This style of play for the Launcher was complex if one called it complex, yet simple... if one called it simple.

It was complex because the chaining of various skills required a execution that was both instantaneous and exceptionally precise.

To be fast, every single form and technique had to be burned into one's very muscle memory.

As for precision, it was not merely a matter of hitting the opponent; every angle and every minute detail influenced the entire sequence that followed. Even slight variations in the angle of attack and the force applied would alter the subsequent outcome, occasionally enabling combos that were impossible in the standard version.

Only through this could one lead the opponent by the nose, rather than letting the snared prey slip through the cracks.

Therefore, to execute this, one first needed an excellent foundation in the basic arts.

Although the game here lacked the forced ground-recovery protection of the original version, one had to remember this was virtual reality; if one wasn't careful, the opponent might seize an opening in mid-air and plunge a sword straight through you.

But clearly, Boss Fang would not grant his opponent such a chance.

To conclude, he executed a Punisher, pinning the enemy beneath his foot as the hand cannon pressed directly against their brow: Boom! Boom! Boom!

A textbook finishing move for the Launcher.

Ah—!

Accompanied by a miserable shriek, the word "VICTORY" flashed across Boss Fang's screen.

Simultaneously, in a certain corner of the internet cafe, the sound of someone smashing a machine quickly rang out.

"Ahhhh...!" Thea looked ready to leap out of her seat.

"Who is this person?! Who is this 'One Bullet to Eliminate One Teammate'?!"

"What is wrong with you?" Luo Piaoling had also just finished a match at that moment, and finding himself thoroughly distracted by the noisy Thea beside him, he was forced to look over.

He saw that the faces of the onlookers gathered nearby had all turned a grim shade of ash-black.

On the other side, around Boss Fang, the peanut gallery of onlookers was wrapped in a deathly silence.

To say nothing of the veteran players, even the young youths of the Qingqiu Clan, who had only just encountered this game and were watching from the back, were completely stupefied.

Only at this moment did they realize that combat could actually be conducted in such a manner!

"This owner... truly is a hidden grandmaster living in seclusion..." a white-robed girl of about fifteen or sixteen murmured softly from the back.

"Even when using a character of such modest strength, he can employ such profound combat techniques..." another quietly whispered. "It's not as if we haven't tried the things within this small virtual reality world; the moment we enter, our strength vanishes entirely, and fighting becomes exceptionally difficult. He doesn't look that old, so how can he possess such mastery...?"

"Do not gossip about others behind their backs!"

A woman of about twenty years old beside them, whose skin was as fair as frost and whose face was as cold as ice, seemed to hold a rather high status among them: "This gentleman is a senior of immense strength. If you anger him, beware of the family head's punishment!"

The woman said solemnly: "Observing Senior's battle just now should have brought you no small benefit. Such opportunities are rare indeed. Now, reflect carefully upon Senior's Quick-Draw Strike style of combat."

"Understood! We will certainly study Senior's combat techniques with all our hearts!"

"It is a pity Senior did not use a Mage... What should I do since I chose a Mage..."

"I chose a Mage as well..." At the mention of this, their faces could not help but fall into expressions of woe.

"Perhaps we should choose two characters just like the boss did..."

...

In a corner of the crowd.

Two figures, concealed within the blind spots of the gathering, walked quietly out of the storefront while conversing in hushed tones.

"How is this profession so formidable?!" Both of these individuals played the Priest class, and throughout the entire shop, very few Priests could be seen.

"This young owner is actually capable of executing such intricate and volatile combat techniques... overcoming strength with weakness..." the other remarked. "To think he actually possesses some real capability!"

"Hmm..." The tall figure, completely shrouded within a heavy cloak, spoke, "Indeed, the Quick-Draw Strike Style? It truly is an impressive combat school. I wonder if the professions we chose can be developed into such exquisite styles of technique."

"Today my Mistress learned another new skill. I think the combat style of my profession can be altered accordingly..." The two continued their conversation as they walked toward the city gates.

When they had first arrived in this city, their topics of conversation had clearly been entirely different, but now...

This single discussion carried them all the way from the city center to the outer gates.

"Tomorrow, once I have finished reinforcing my weapon, I shall go to that arena and try it myself! Humph! When the time comes, I shall let them witness our might as well."

"Naturally!" Suddenly, one of the figures looked abruptly toward the sky, eyes as deep as an abyss, seemingly piercing through the heavy clouds and seeing through the void.

"The central star grows dim; time is running short... How laughable that these people remain utterly oblivious."

"By the way, the origin of this shop... They have opened the teleportation array once more. Where the legend between the Desolate Sea Realm and Lingzhou originated from is something you and I know best. Though it is not prudent for us to stop the construction of the array, our hiding here and plotting for so many days was entirely because..." Speaking to this point, its voice suddenly faded into a whisper, as though harboring a deep dread of something.

Even though there were only the two of them present.

"Therefore, it is also time to make early preparations." Upon stepping past the gates of Yuanyang City, that figure suddenly dispersed, transforming into a wisp of black smoke that drifted into the sky.

Only now, finally, did they touch upon certain matters of true importance.

The sky appeared increasingly somber.

"Mm... It is indeed time to thoroughly investigate the background of this shop." In a secluded spot outside Yuanyang City, the figure hidden within the expansive black robe suddenly erupted with black mist. Looking at the surroundings again, he had already arrived at a different location. "Although I obtained some scraps of information today, it is still insufficient. Tomorrow, after I reinforce my weapon, I shall investigate further."

"Then tomorrow I shall go to the arena to study the combat techniques of the Mistress. When you are free, I shall accompany you."

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