75: Chapter 75 Perfect Teamwork with a Girl

[Killed a Small Pale One, Points +4]

[Killed a Medium Pale-Type, Points +10]

A light blue, translucent light screen flickered frantically before Lin Ye's right eye.

800.

1500.

2000.

The leaderboard data froze once more.

[No.1: Lin Ye (Great Xia) — Points: 2386]

[No.2: Scott (USA) — Points: 701]

[No.3: Ivan (Russia) — Points: 318]

[No.4: Soldier King Xu Haifeng (Great Xia) — Points: 316]

Lin Ye scanned the final numbers, his tensed arms relaxing as he released his grip on the deformed iron door panel.

Beside him, Zhao Mengmeng had already summoned her own Challenger light screen.

"Two thousand three hundred?"

She suddenly sprang up.

"Bang!"

Her head slammed hard against the metal doorframe of the Power Distribution Room.

She didn't even bother to cry out in pain, staring intently at the light screen before her.

"Holy crap! Brother Lin! You've completely broken the leaderboard!"

The bullet chat density in the Great Xia Live Stream soared.

[Two thousand three hundred! Two thousand three hundred! I didn't miscount the digits, did I?!]

[The USA is still trying to catch up? How the hell is America going to catch up now!]

[Dust explosion! My high school chemistry teacher didn't lie to me!]

[Brother Eye literally turned the ruins' basement into a points ATM!]

[Who said Great Xia people only know how to set traps? Yeah, we do, so what!]

[Scott killed like a mad dog all night for seven hundred points, while Brother Eye got two thousand three hundred with a single match!]

...

Void Sea, Underground Warehouse.

The resonance of the explosion gradually subsided.

Lin Ye pushed open the iron door panel; waves of heat were still rolling through the passage outside.

The giant warehouse in the distance had already been reduced to a sea of fire.

The stench of charred leather mixed with the smell of burning chemicals, making Zhao Mengmeng cover her mouth and cough uncontrollably.

She turned her head, looking at Lin Ye with eyes full of both respect and fear.

"Brother Lin, I'll never say flour is only for making steamed buns again."

Lin Ye casually wiped away the blood on his forehead from a scratch caused by flying debris.

"It can also be used to make Guokui."

Zhao Mengmeng was left speechless.

"You're still thinking about food at a time like this?"

"If you don't think about eating, you'll die."

Lin Ye reached behind his back.

His backpack was intact.

The crossbow string was taut, and there were plenty of wooden arrows left.

He scanned the outside through the gaps in the passage.

The piercing red light around the underground warehouse had been cleared.

Dark figures in the distance, drawn by the aftermath of the explosion, began to gather tentatively toward this area.

Lin Ye turned his head to look at Zhao Mengmeng.

"It's time to get you some points."

Zhao Mengmeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Now?"

"Now."

"Then let's go!"

The original path had been blocked by the sea of fire.

Lin Ye led the way into the narrow Maintenance Passage behind the Power Distribution Room.

The end of the passage was blocked by a thick, fallen concrete slab.

He swung his Fire Axe, hacking a gap through the debris at the edge.

He raised his hand and shot the Wind-Chasing Claw, its barbs catching onto the exposed rebar.

Veins bulged on his right arm as he suddenly exerted force.

The concrete slab was forcibly dragged aside.

The two of them crawled out onto the surface.

The external streets were cast in a ghastly red by the flames erupting from underground.

Several large cracks had split the asphalt road, and pungent white smoke kept billowing out.

Pale Species began poking their heads out from the street corners again.

Lin Ye raised his crossbow.

"You're only responsible for the finishing blows. Don't charge too far ahead."

Zhao Mengmeng gripped her dagger in a reverse hold and lowered her center of gravity.

"Understood."

A Small Pale One leaped over a scrapped car, pouncing through the air.

Lin Ye leveled his crossbow and pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh!"

The Bone Arrowhead pierced straight through the monster's right knee.

The Pale Species' forward momentum came to a screeching halt, and it tumbled onto the concrete ground.

Zhao Mengmeng lunged out from the side.

Her knees pinned the monster's back.

Holding her dagger in a reverse grip, she thrust it into the gap in the back of its skull.

[Killed a Small Pale One, Points +4]

She nimbly pulled out the wooden arrow, shook off the black blood, and threw it back to Lin Ye.

"Next one!"

A Medium Pale-Type smashed through a section of brick wall and charged out with a roar.

Lin Ye didn't aim for the head.

A wooden arrow pierced its left shoulder joint.

Immediately after, a second arrow nailed its right leg.

The monster collapsed to its knees.

Zhao Mengmeng circled to its rear blind spot, gripped her knife with both hands, and used the momentum of her sprint to plunge it directly into its eye socket.

[Killed a Medium Pale-Type, Points +10]

She movements became faster and faster.

Pulling arrows, finishing blows, and recovery.

The Great Xia Live Stream boiled over once again.

[The Chuan-Yu Tyrannosaurus is starting her grind!]

[Brother Eye's crowd control is insane; he accurately breaks every monster's leg to leave them with low health!]

[This efficiency in carrying a girl... even professional game boosters would have to offer him a cigarette in respect.]

[Don't stop, Mengmeng! The top five is right there!]

Zhao Mengmeng's points began to climb steadily.

210.

240.

280.

320.

Her ranking surpassed one foreign contestant after another.

A Medium Pale-Type, aided by the firelight, blindly charged within five meters.

Lin Ye threw out the Wind-Chasing Claw.

The hook claw bit through the monster's calf.

He used the leverage to yank it hard toward the side and rear.

The Medium Pale-Type lost its balance and slammed into the ground.

Zhao Mengmeng's dagger was already waiting where it landed, piercing its eyeball in one stroke.

Facing two monsters approaching simultaneously from the alley entrance.

Zhao Mengmeng didn't get greedy for kills at all; she immediately retracted her blade and retreated, darting back into the cover behind Lin Ye.

Absolute discipline.

The firelight in the ruins flickered.

The Scarlet Hunt's final night was nearing its end.

The surviving Challengers were all desperately pushing themselves to their limits.

Scott's points were still ticking up.

That mad dog from the USA hadn't stopped his slaughter yet.

But he was too far from Lin Ye's two thousand-plus points, so far that it made the USA audience feel suffocated through their screens.

Lin Ye didn't pay any more attention to that name at all.

His goal was clear.

To get Zhao Mengmeng into the top five.

"Behind the scrapped car on the left, two of them."

Lin Ye spoke in a low voice.

Zhao Mengmeng immediately crouched down against the flat tires.

Two Small Pale Ones rushed out from the left alleyway.

Lin Ye's crossbow fired in quick succession.

The first one was shot through the left leg.

The second one was pinned through the shoulder and slammed heavily against the wall.

Zhao Mengmeng darted out from cover.

Her dagger first stabbed the back of the first one's head, then she propped both hands on the scrapped car's hood and flipped over.

Just as the second one was about to struggle to its feet, her leather boot stomped hard on its wrist, and the tip of her blade went straight into its eye socket.

[Killed a Small Pale One, Points +4]

[Killed a Small Pale One, Points +4]

Zhao Mengmeng propped herself up on her knees, panting heavily.

"How many now?"

"Can't you see for yourself?"

"I'm busy hacking heads, no time to look!"

Lin Ye summoned his light screen and took a glance.

[No.6: Zhao Mengmeng (Great Xia) — Points: 376]

"Kill four more small ones, or two medium ones, and you'll be in the top five."

Zhao Mengmeng wiped the thick black blood off her face.

"What about fourth?"

"Still thirty-six points short."

"Then we'll push to fourth."

Lin Ye turned his head.

Under the firelight, Zhao Mengmeng's eyes revealed the ferocity and bluntness unique to girls from Chuan-Yu.

"Old Xu is one of us, but I want those top four rewards too."

"We'll compete based on our own abilities; there's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Lin Ye nodded.

"Well said."

Within the Great Xia Live Stream, the bullet chat began to spam frantically.

[Mengmeng is going for fourth? Won't that push Old Xu down?]

[They're both from Great Xia, so either one in fourth is fine.]

[Stop arguing! Great Xia taking two of the top five spots? I could wake up laughing from a dream about this!]

Meanwhile, on a certain Level 3 Floating Island, at the edge of some ruins.

Inside a section of a broken, giant concrete Drainage Pipe.

Soldier King Xu Haifeng leaned against the pipe wall, panting incessantly.

Three corpses of Pale Species whose necks had just been snapped lay at his feet.

He summoned his Challenger light screen and glanced at the leaderboard.

"Fourth place. This should be secure now..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

The names on the leaderboard shifted unexpectedly.

[No.4: Zhao Mengmeng (Great Xia) — Points: 384]

Soldier King Xu Haifeng rubbed his eyes hard and looked again.

He had truly been kicked down to fifth place.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Who did this girl learn this playstyle from..."

The trolls in the livestream boiled over with excitement.

[Run, Old Xu! The Chuan-Yu Tyrannosaurus is right on your tail!]

[First he was overtaken by Brother Eye, and now he's getting overtaken by Mengmeng. How tragic.]

[Old Xu: I'm a dignified Soldier King, what exactly did I do wrong?]

The Drainage Pipe fell silent for a moment.

Soldier King Xu Haifeng gripped his dagger and stepped back into the darkness.

"I'm a dignified Soldier King. If I let a little girl suppress me, how will I have the face to lead troops when I go back?"