145: Chapter 145 Platinum Arrives! True Despair

A purple-gold arrow drew a shrill whistle in the twilight.

No nonsense, no hesitation.

The longbow in Qin Ji's hands was drawn like a full moon. The moment the bowstring vibrated, the air was torn by violent kinetic energy, creating a visible ring of white shockwaves.

"No!! Stop him!!"

Archmage Aibier, having just broken free from his silence, had his withered, tree-bark-like face twisted into a knot. He felt the chill locking onto his Soul; it was the knock of the Grim Reaper, a sound he hadn't heard in his long life.

As a Level 100 Golden BOSS, he should have had countless ways to save his life. But in the face of Qin Ji's unreasonable attack speed and damage, all chanting seemed pale and powerless.

"Diamond Barrier!"

General Jinfulin roared and charged forward. The wooden sword in his hand—no, at this moment it felt like a burning shield—as he tried to withstand the blow with his Physical Body.

Boom—!

The arrow collided with the Sword Qi.

It wasn't the crisp sound of metal clashing, but a dull explosion like a meteorite striking the ground.

A terrifying shockwave swept out with the two of them as the center, and the already dilapidated city wall ruins instantly turned into powder. General Jinfulin was sent flying as if hit head-on by a high-speed bullet train. His feet plowed two trenches half a meter deep into the ground, and he only managed to stop after sliding back dozens of meters.

-425,000!

A crimson damage number floated above Jinfulin's head.

"Blocked it?"

Jinfulin gasped for air, his hand web split open, and fresh blood dripped down the hilt. Just as he wanted to feel relieved, he suddenly noticed a cruel curve on the corner of Qin Ji's mouth.

"You blocked the first arrow, but what about the remaining four?"

What?!

Jinfulin's pupils shrank.

Only then did the four subsequent sounds of air being pierced arrive at his eardrums.

That was the illusion caused by extreme speed leaving visual afterimages!

Pfft pfft pfft pfft!

The four feathered arrows bypassed Jinfulin's bulky body like venomous snakes with eyes, precisely piercing the joints of Archmage Aibier's limbs in the back.

-310,000!

-295,000!

-620,000! (Weakness Critical Hit!)

-305,000!

"Ah—!!"

Archmage Aibier let out a shrill scream, his staff dropped to the ground, and his body fell weakly into the ruins. His health bar evaporated by a third in that instant!

"This is the so-called Level 100 Golden BOSS?"

Qin Ji stepped into the Void Realm, his figure flickering like a ghost, each appearance accompanied by a sky full of arrows.

"Too brittle."

"Too slow."

"Too weak."

Each comment was accompanied by a wave of terrifying damage output.

On the ground, Jinfulin and Archmage Aibier were like two rats being toyed with. Their proud skills were simply a joke in front of Qin Ji's 90% Tenacity and terrifying life-steal sustain.

Whenever they desperately knocked off a few hundred thousand health from Qin Ji, he only needed one wave of arrow rain to cover the surrounding Night Walkers, and dense green healing numbers would float above his head, instantly refilling his health!

Despair.

True despair.

This despair did not only stem from the gap in strength, but also from the opponent's contempt: "You fell before I even used my full strength."

"Can't hold on... my mana..."

General Jinfulin's sword-wielding arm had begun to tremble.

To keep up with Qin Ji's rhythm, he had released over a hundred skills in just two minutes. For a warrior, this high-intensity burst had long since overdrawn his mana points.

He took out a bottle of blue potion, wanting to chug it.

"Now."

A purple glint flashed and vanished in Qin Ji's eyes.

Taking a potion would cause a 0.5-second stiff animation, which in the eyes of ordinary players might not be a flaw, but even a good opportunity to attack. But in Qin Ji's eyes, this 0.5 seconds was enough for him to pronounce a death sentence.

Hum!

Space folded.

Qin Ji's figure instantly appeared less than five meters in front of Jinfulin.

Point-blank shot!

"Not good!!"

Archmage Aibier in the distance had his eyes split, and his staff slammed into the ground: "Earth Shield!!"

A thick earthen wall rose from the ground, standing between Qin Ji and Jinfulin.

However, Qin Ji had no intention of slowing down.

"Penetrate."

He spat out two words.

On the arrow, a faint dark light swirled.

That was the manifestation of the [Magic Breaker] attribute.

Pfft!

The one-meter-thick rock and earth wall was as fragile as a piece of tofu in front of this arrow. The arrow penetrated the wall without any resistance, carrying flying gravel, and fiercely pierced into the throat of Jinfulin, who was looking up to drink the potion!

-580,000! (Fatal Strike!)

The potion bottle shattered, blue liquid mixed with red blood, spilling all over Jinfulin's face.

"Cough, cough..."

Jinfulin clutched his throat, staggering back, the light in his eyes quickly dimming.

"It's over."

Qin Ji drew his bow again, this time, the target was their heads.

Just then.

An unexpected change occurred!

"General Muye!! Save me!!"

The dying Archmage Aibier suddenly let out a shrill roar toward the sky, his voice filled with a desperate madness.

Rumble—!

The originally dim sky suddenly lit up with a blinding white light.

An Aura ten times more terrifying than Jinfulin and Archmage Aibier combined descended with a boom, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top.

Qin Ji raised an eyebrow and instinctively retreated rapidly.

The next second.

A meteor-like figure smashed heavily into the spot where he had just been standing.

Thud!!!

The earth groaned.

Centered on the impact point, the ground for a hundred meters around collapsed instantly, and countless gravel turned into deadly bullets under the terrifying shockwave, shooting in all directions.

The dust settled.

A man wearing silver battle armor and holding a long spear slowly stood straight.

He didn't look at Qin Ji, but casually waved his spear.

Whoosh—!

A visible half-moon-shaped spear Aura swept out.

"Sweep Across the Army!"

Pfft pfft pfft pfft!

Hundreds of Night Walkers from the Demon Cave that were besieging the City Guard didn't even have time to scream before being cut in half by this spear Aura!

A rain of blood fell, making the silver-armored man look like an Asura from Hell.

Qin Ji narrowed his eyes, and [Eye of True Sight] activated instantly.

Luolin Muye (??) Rank: ??? Grade: ??? Health: ???

All question marks!

Qin Ji's heart skipped a beat.

With his current scouting ability, he could get a rough idea of even a Level 100 Golden BOSS. There was only one possibility for everything to be question marks.

Beyond Golden.

That was... Platinum Rank!

Or even, a Third-Turn class holder!

The younger brother of Star Kingdom's Grand Marshal Lorraine Muyuan, the legendary figure whose strength had long surpassed his elder brother—Luolin Muye!

"Trash."

Luolin Muye coldly glanced at the battered Jinfulin and Archmage Aibier, his voice cold without a trace of temperature, "You can't even handle a Level 50 Adventurer; what use is the Kingdom keeping you?"

Jinfulin and Archmage Aibier lowered their heads in shame, not daring to retort.

"You are Snow Emperor?"

Luolin Muye finally turned his head, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, locking onto Qin Ji.

The moment he was stared at by this gaze, Qin Ji actually felt a stinging pain on his skin.

"Interesting."

Qin Ji shook his slightly numb wrist, his Battle Intent rising even higher, "Beat the small one, and the old one comes. Beat the old one, and an even older one comes. Is this the tradition of your Star Kingdom?"

"Sharp-tongued."

Luolin Muye snorted coldly, "A rat hiding its head and showing its tail; since you are so eager to die, this General will grant your wish!"

Before he finished speaking.

Luolin Muye's figure disappeared into thin air.

Not stealth!

It was speed!

Speed so fast it exceeded the limits of retinal capture!

Qin Ji's hair stood on end. Years of combat instinct meant he had no time to think, and his body instinctively performed an extremely awkward iron-bridge backbend.

Swish!

A cold glint grazed the tip of his nose.

That was Luolin Muye's spear!

If he had been 0.01 seconds slower, this spear would have directly pierced his skull.

"Not bad reflexes."

Luolin Muye's voice rang in Qin Ji's ear, with a hint of mockery, "But this is just the beginning."

With a shake of the spear shaft, the spear tip that had missed actually defied physical inertia and slapped horizontally.

Bang!

Qin Ji felt as if his chest had been hit by a high-speed heavy truck, and his whole body flew backward like a cannonball, smashing fiercely into the ruins behind.

Rumble!

A broken wall was directly knocked down, dust rising everywhere.

-689,801!

A shocking damage number slowly rose.

Nearly seven hundred thousand damage!

And this was just a variation of a basic attack!

"Hiss—"

In the ruins, Qin Ji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at his health bar that had dropped instantly, and couldn't help but gasp.

Is this the strength of Platinum Rank?

The damage is ridiculously high, and the speed is even more shocking. The most critical thing is that the opponent's attacks seem to have some kind of "Armor Pierce" or "True Damage" characteristic, making his high defense greatly discounted in front of him.

"Not dead yet?"

Luolin Muye hovered in mid-air, looking down at the ruins, "It seems your turtle shell is indeed quite hard. However..."

He slowly raised his long spear, and at the tip of the spear, a bit of dazzling starlight began to gather.

"This strike will send you on your way."

"Star Fall Kill!"

Whoosh!

Luolin Muye turned into a meteor, man and spear as one, descending from the sky with a world-destroying Aura, pointing directly at Qin Ji in the ruins.

If this strike hit, even with Qin Ji's seven million health, he would probably lose half his life!

However.

Facing this fatal strike, Qin Ji in the ruins did not show any panic.

He slowly raised his head, and in those purple-gold pupils, the deadly spear light that was getting closer and closer was reflected.

"Want to kill me?"

Qin Ji raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a set of bone-white teeth.

"Then you have to ask if the bow in my hand agrees!"

With a thought.

[Withered Wood Meets Spring] triggered!

+2,800,000!

A rich green light of life instantly enveloped his whole body, and the health bar that had dropped was instantly refilled in 0.1 seconds.

At the same time, on the longbow in Qin Ji's hand, it was no longer ordinary arrows.

An arrow that was pitch black all over, as if condensed from pure darkness, quietly took shape.

That was his trump card single-target burst skill—

[Meteor Kill · Black Hole Arrow]!

"Come on!!"

Qin Ji roared, not retreating but advancing, facing the world-destroying spear light, and released the bowstring.

Twang—!

The black arrow and the silver spear light collided in mid-air with a boom.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Immediately after.

A ball of black and white intertwined light expanded silently between the two, swallowing all sound and light around.

Boom!!!!!

A terrifying energy storm swept across the field.

The earth crumbled, and gravel vaporized.

The violent airflow blew Jinfulin and Archmage Aibier in the distance until they were swaying, and they had to lie on the ground, gripping it tightly.

When the light dissipated.

A huge crater with a diameter of over fifty meters appeared in the center of the battlefield.

At the edge of the crater, the rocks had been melted into crimson magma by high temperatures, flowing slowly.

And at the two ends of the crater.

Luolin Muye held his long spear, kneeling on one knee, his silver-bright battle armor now covered with charred cracks, and there was a fist-sized dent on his chest, from which golden blood was seeping out.

And opposite him.

Qin Ji leaned on his longbow, although his clothes were tattered, although his health bar had been emptied by half again.

But he was standing.

Standing straight.

Those eyes were still frighteningly bright, staring fixedly at Luolin Muye, just like an ancient Vicious Beast that never knew fatigue and never knew fear.

"Platinum Rank..."

Qin Ji spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, grinned, his smile ferocious and arrogant.

"Not much to write home about, is it?"

The wind stopped.

Only the setting sun was like blood, dragging the shadows of the two men long, very long. On this broken scorched earth, a battle truly belonging to the level of gods had just begun.