Chapter 584: Comprehension of Limit Skills (Third Update)

At this moment, it was not only these mercenaries and mages who were left somewhat dazed.

Even the veteran players in the Jiuhua City shop, the Half City shop, and the Yuanyang City shop were utterly dumbfounded.

How could this game be like this?! No... how is anyone supposed to actually play and enjoy it with this level of difficulty?!

And to think this was only the lowest difficulty...

It was common knowledge that Lickers were designed to be incredibly formidable, possessing exceptionally sharp hearing such that walking, running, or even the sound of breathing and a heartbeat could scarcely escape their ears.

They could not walk upright, but they could rely on their powerful limbs and claws to climb walls and even hang upside down from ceilings, combined with their immense leaping ability and blinding speed, making them difficult to hit even with rapid-fire automatic weapons.

Yet, in the original game, this had been hard to fully demonstrate.

Naturally, if ordinary players in the original game couldn't hit anything even while spraying bullets, the difficulty would have been excessively high, since the players weren't professional soldiers, after all.

Therefore, appearing as mere common monsters, Lickers often gave off a somewhat weak impression.

But now, the Lickers they encountered in this game, almost every single one of them, possessed the raw strength of the Licker from the Resident Evil 1 movie!

Not to mention the Tyrant; the final boss Tyrant from Resident Evil 1 was the weakest model, and almost any other model of Tyrant was stronger than it.

Yet, right at the beginning of the game, they had encountered such an utterly terrifying monster.

A Tyrant and Lickers of this caliber, even if these mercenaries and mages had all of their own true powers intact...

Setting the Lickers aside for a moment, this mass-produced Tyrant was vastly stronger than the first-generation Tyrant, capable of surviving even a plunge into molten steel, so unless a truly great master intervened, any spells or similar attacks launched at it would probably feel like nothing more than an itch, making it completely a humanoid weapon.

And right now, they were facing such a monster in the guise of ordinary humans!

This Tyrant had clearly also discovered the male protagonist controlled by the blonde mercenary, Cret.

"Hmm? What is this fellow supposed to be?" He didn't look like a zombie, but that tower-like physique, that iron-like skin, and those cold, seemingly inhumane eyes could instill an immense pressure with just a single glance.

However, the newcomers in these few new shops clearly did not recognize the Tyrant.

They only felt that this bald, hulking man looked rather formidable, but—I have a gun in my hand!

A wave of relief washed over them; what did they have to fear when they held a gun?

At this moment, the female mage, Lilith, likely shared the same thought, thinking that although the monster before her looked frightening, she held a magical firearm far more advanced than a dwarven musket, so what was there to fear?

By now, Cret, controlling Leon, had already fired his weapon.

Bang!

Gunfire erupted, and he immediately saw that the bullet, which could normally shatter a zombie's skull in a single shot, actually ricocheted right off this Tyrant's forehead!

Immediately following that, the tower-like Tyrant strode forward, virtually ignoring the bullets, and brought down a fist!

Driven by its massive frame, the blow conjured a howling gale; because of its immense size, it did not appear agile, but in reality, its speed had long since surpassed human limits.

More terrifying still was that it also possessed formidable combat techniques.

Boom!

A large crater instantly shattered into the ground, and a head burst apart like a watermelon!

Forced out of the virtual reality mode, Cret stared dumbfounded at the scene on the screen, and turning his head to look, he saw Claire, controlled by the female mage Lilith next to him, pierced directly by an extremely long tongue without even having time to react.

A single thought couldn't help but rise in their minds: could anyone truly defeat a monster like this...?

Not to mention doing so as an ordinary human!

And at this time, several young warriors had also just emerged from the virtual reality.

Staring at the screen, they were left with nothing but profound shock.

"What kind of monster is this anyway!"

"Isn't this mystic realm supposed to be a basic mystic realm!" Cret immediately cried out, knowing that realms requiring the suppression of one's power were usually just basic mystic realms.

But this one of yours...

Those basic mystic realms created by mages through alchemy and magical means were generally meant for beginners to practice, though of course, some were quite well-designed, and certain experts liked to lower their cultivation to enter and challenge them to practice or showcase a display of skill.

Therefore, overly powerful monsters usually wouldn't appear, as for experts, what they entered to display was combat technique, not evasion technique.

With a monster this powerful now, outside of divine spellcasters and truly genuine grandmasters, could anyone actually defeat it?!

And you even forced us to suppress our strength, what is the meaning of making us ordinary humans?

What is the point of this kind of game (mystic realm)? It's hard enough even to flee, so you just send people in to die?

"This is the worst-designed mystic realm I have ever seen!" After failing time and time again, Cret let out a cold snort.

Although he had to marvel that the completeness of this mystic realm was absurdly high, in his view, the flaw in its design was completely fatal.

"Why don't you guys try to dodge?" After all, being Chris's sister, Claire's martial arts were clearly not weak, and though Leon had just graduated from the police academy, he was truly a genius; martial arts were not merely about combat techniques, but also involved a great deal of force application and how to perfectly control oneself.

Several of the youths had clearly not passed this section yet, and noticing that the shop owner was also playing, they watched for a while before pointing at Fang Qi's screen.

On Fang Qi's screen, he had also encountered the Tyrant at this moment.

A wall along the corridor had clearly already been smashed into pieces by a single punch from the Tyrant!

They watched as Fang Qi, the moment the Tyrant swung its fist and rushed forward, took three steps in two, calculated the timing perfectly, and stepped hard against the corridor wall.

With a powerful push, his entire body landed right behind the Tyrant, and he stood up to leave, breaking away from the Tyrant's range without the slightest hesitation.

For ordinary people, dying a few times in a game where the difficulty was too severe might prompt them to open a modifier or use other cheating methods to clear it, or even stop playing altogether.

But for a gaming expert and enthusiast, they possessed a starkly different mindset.

Higher difficulty and greater challenges, even if the path was fraught with hardships, allowed them to still enjoy the fun of the game.

At least in this regard, they were identical to those true grandmasters who possessed genuine resolve, scaling the path of the strong step by step through continuous challenges, unafraid of hardships, undeterred by setbacks, and fearless of failure.

"Why can't you deal with an opponent stronger than yourself? What did you used to do when you encountered such opponents in the past?" Fang Qi spoke up.

"But this is a mystic realm!" Cret argued loudly.

"Perhaps, but to me, this is just a game," Fang Qi said smoothly while controlling Leon to evade the Tyrant's pursuit, "avoiding its sharp edges, then searching for its weaknesses, and finally using any available means to defeat it—that is the wisdom of the game."

Defeating a seemingly invincible enemy with one's own wisdom was precisely where the joy of the game lay.

The group froze slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

And this scene was also playing out among the players across all the old shops.

Zong Wu stared at the screen, only to see the Leon on his display smashed directly into the wall by a single fist, nearly spitting a mouthful of blood onto the screen; he was almost a Martial Emperor for goodness' sake, yet he was still being thrashed by zombies: "Ahhhh! This venerable one died again!"

It had to be said that at this time, even some experts from the old shops were still much more seasoned than the newcomers.

Nalan Hongwu was also spitting blood as he watched his screen, agonizing through several attempts, only to see the Leon he controlled in the game running like the wind; for an ordinary person to dodge such attacks was clearly extremely difficult, making the control of every single ounce and inch of one's own power vitally important.

"Dodge! Dodge!" At the exact moment the Tyrant's fist smashed forward, Nalan Hongwu suddenly shifted his steps, managing to move several feet away in the blink of an eye, followed by a flurry of subtle steps that allowed him to slip right past the Tyrant's flank in a split second.

"Passed!" What followed was a wave of excitement and joy.

"Hahaha! Old brother, incredible!" Zong Wu looked at the screenshot Nalan Hongwu had posted in the group chat after breaking away from the Tyrant for a period of time, "I feel like I've gained some insights too."

It was a form of comprehension toward the absolute limits of technique.