494: Chapter 494 Even the Three Great Divine Clans Can't Hold On Anymore

The heavy bass beats at 180 BPM pounded against the surface of Cangxing Bay.

The seawater exploded into clusters of fluorescent pink splashes.

On the semi-transparent cursor interface, arrows pointing in the four directions—up, down, left, and right—formed a dense waterfall.

The million players on the field were facing true hell.

Salos completely lost his composure.

This level 92 Titan Berserker had even tossed his +13 battle axe aside, and his two thick arms were clutching the hem of his battle armor for dear life.

"Left! Right! No, that's wrong, it's up!"

Salos widened his eyes and stomped on the glowing square.

"Crack."

System judgment: MISS.

A true damage number of over 100,000 floated above his head.

His health bar instantly plummeted below the warning line.

"Damn it! What kind of mechanic is this?!" Salos roared in impotent rage.

He turned his head toward the Roman God Clan and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Oro! Open a portal for me! Hurry up!"

Oro couldn't hear him at all.

This president of the Roman God Clan was currently on the verge of a breakdown.

A mage's physique is extremely frail, and at a rhythm of 180 BPM, Oro's stamina was already failing to keep up.

He leaned on his staff with both hands, trying to use it for leverage to complete a consecutive jump.

As a result, his foot slipped, and he fell onto the square in an extremely twisted posture.

System judgment: Three consecutive MISSes.

Three red numbers floated above Oro's head in succession, and his health bar hit rock bottom.

He lay on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood, without even the strength to stand up.

"President!" Several high-ranking members of the Roman God Clan rushed over, but because they missed a beat, they instantly turned into white light and flew back to the main city.

Oro gritted his teeth and pulled a glowing golden parchment scroll from his storage ring.

As the number one players on their respective racial leaderboards, the levels and equipment they carried not only represented their personal strength but were also bound to the destiny of their civilizations in the real world.

Once they died here, not only could they lose levels and equipment, but it would also lead to unexpected punishments in reality.

They could not afford such a price.

"Retreat!" Oro did not hesitate at all and crushed the scroll.

A golden light flashed, and Oro and the few remaining core members of the guild disappeared from the spot.

Seeing Oro flee, Salos stopped pretending.

He had just missed two more beats, and his health was down to less than 5%.

If he kept jumping, he, the dignified president of the Titan Temple, would be trampled to death by a dance mechanic.

"Chen You! I'll remember this!"

Salos roared, pulled a black teleportation stone from his waist, and crushed it fiercely.

Seeing this, the high-ranking members of the Titan Temple also scrambled to take out their life-saving items.

Within a few short seconds, the high-ranking members of the two top guilds had completely vanished.

The flight of the two big shots became the final straw that crushed the casual players.

Over Cangxing Bay, white light connected into a single expanse.

Countless players, having missed beats in succession, had their health bars emptied and were sent back to the respawn point.

The originally crowded bay instantly became more than half empty.

The only large team still persisting on the field was the Elf God Clan.

Arrow of the Moon's silver hair was already soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her cheeks.

She was barefoot, moving rapidly across the four squares.

The Elf Race has an innate high agility bonus, which allowed her to barely keep up with the 180 tempo.

But that was all she could do—just keep up.

She couldn't spare a hand to draw her bow, let alone aim and deal damage.

"President, we can't hold on much longer." A weary voice from a guild member came through the team channel.

Arrow of the Moon bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed intently on the cursor interface ahead.

"Hold on! Titan and Roman have both run away. As long as we survive, second place will be ours."

She was panting heavily, her peripheral vision involuntarily glancing toward the distant Nine Nether Heaven-Devouring Kun.

Chen You stood on the back of the Kun, his hands behind his back.

His footwork was so fast it left afterimages, and the four squares glowed brilliantly as he stepped on them.

On the cursor interface, the golden "Perfect" text formed a continuous line, without a single break.

He even had the leisure to turn his head and look at Arrow of the Moon.

"Yo, still dancing?" Chen You raised an eyebrow, "Not bad stamina."

Arrow of the Moon almost lost her breath, and her footwork faltered, causing her to miss a beat.

10% health deducted.

She glared at Chen You, said nothing, and continued to focus on dealing with the falling arrows.

Chen You shook his head, the Nine Revolutions Primordial Chaos Art running wildly, and the spiritual energy within his body surged along his meridians into his fingertips.

The three yuhuang swords in mid-air were still outputting damage tirelessly.

"Thump-thump-thump!"

A sword pierced through the shoulder.

"Thump-thump-thump!"

A sword pierced through the head.

Chen You's attack frequency actually matched the rhythm game's beat perfectly.

He was unleashing extreme damage the moment the system mechanism lowered the boss's armor.

A series of million-plus damage numbers floated above Star Sea King's head.

The health bar was dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What kind of monster are you exactly?" Arrow of the Moon finally couldn't help but speak out.

She simply couldn't understand how it was possible to not only achieve a full combo under such terrifying mechanics, but also be distracted enough to deal such high damage.

Chen You slid his feet, easily stepping on a long-press note.

"This is called childhood training," Chen You said casually. "Back in the arcade, I could dominate a single dance machine for an entire afternoon."

"This is what you call professional."

He paused, and watching Arrow of the Moon's clumsy movements, he couldn't help but offer a pointer.

"Don't just tap with your toes, use your heels to transition."

"Lower your center of gravity when your left foot hits the right key."

"The way you're jumping wastes too much stamina."

Arrow of the Moon was stunned for a moment, and instinctively tried the method Chen You described.

Sure enough, her movements became much smoother, and the stamina consumption dropped significantly.

"Thank you," Arrow of the Moon said in a low voice.

Chen You smiled, "You're welcome, just remember to repay me."

Arrow of the Moon was stunned for a moment, and almost missed another beat.

She took a deep breath and continued jumping on the squares.

Following the withdrawal of the Titan God Clan, the Elf God Clan's total damage logically climbed to second place.

Star Sea King's massive body was still twisting crazily.

Its two bandage-wrapped hands were rubbing sparks out of the turntable in the void.

Its eyes flashed with red light as it stared fixedly at Chen You.

It couldn't understand.

Why could this human perfectly match the rhythm of the Star Sea?

Why was his health bar not moving at all?

Star Sea King's health, under the crazy slashing of the yuhuang swords, fell below 10%.

"Put your hands up!" Star Sea King once again let out a deafening electronic roar.

The BPM didn't continue to increase, but the arrows on the cursor interface flashed only once before turning invisible.

It required players to follow the rhythm and step on the corresponding directions at the right time on their own.

Blind-press mode!

The remaining players on the field let out a wail of despair.

Arrow of the Moon finally couldn't hold on either; she missed three beats in a row, and her health hit rock bottom.