147: Chapter 147 A Desperate Speed ​​Difference! You Know Nothing About "Immortality"

The arrow that could have pierced through a skull remained unreleased.

At the moment Luolin Muye's pupils constricted violently and his muscles tensed in preparation for the judgment of death, the smile on Qin Ji's lips suddenly widened—a mockery, like a hunter watching his prey struggle futilely in a trap.

"Did you think I was going to shoot you?"

Qin Ji chuckled, abruptly pressing down the longbow in his hand. Using the rebound force of the bow's body, he launched backward like a cannonball at the very instant the golden invincible shield shattered into a spray of light.

Since the ultimate move had been baited out, the next part would be even more enjoyable.

"Goodbye."

These two simple words sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent ruins that had just undergone a nuclear-like baptism. In the next second, Qin Ji's figure pulled a blurry afterimage through the air, charging directly toward the camp of City Guards who were still in a daze.

"He... ran?"

Luolin Muye froze for a full half-second before reacting.

Immediately following, an unprecedented sense of shame rushed to his head, turning his face the color of a pig's liver. A grand General of the Empire had unleashed a forbidden-curse-level finishing move, only for the opponent to not only be immune and unharmed but to also be toyed with like a dog on a leash!

"Pursue him!! Tear him to pieces! I want to tear him into ten thousand pieces!!"

Luolin Muye let out a hysterical roar. The wind element wings on his back vibrated violently, and he transformed into a streak of green light, chasing madly in the direction where Qin Ji had disappeared.

However, reality is often more despairing than a nightmare.

Wind howled in his ears as the scenery receded rapidly in his vision. Luolin Muye had pushed Wings of Swift Wind to its limit, causing his movement speed panel to soar to thirty points—a figure that countless thieves in the current stage of the game world could never hope to reach.

But that damn back in front of him was getting further and further away.

Thirty-five meters... fifty meters... eighty meters...

Qin Ji's movement speed at this moment was forty-five points.

This wasn't just a numerical gap; it was a chasm in the Laws of physics. Forty-five points of movement speed meant that with every step Qin Ji took, he could stomp a shallow pit into the ground, the massive reaction force propelling his body to fly close to the earth.

"Is this the power of pay-to-win? It's truly sweet."

Qin Ji felt the violent wind noise by his ears, his mood reaching a peak of pleasure. The days of rolling around pathetically to dodge BOSS skills in his past life were gone forever. Now, if he wanted to fight, he fought; if he wanted to leave, he left. Who could stop him?

Since they couldn't catch up, then...

Qin Ji's gaze locked onto the dense crowd of City Guards and Night Walkers ahead.

For ordinary players, this was a difficult National War. But for him, who possessed Greedy Grasp, this was an all-you-can-eat buffet with infinite refills.

"Although I couldn't snatch the treasury, these heads are also resources."

Qin Ji grinned, and the longbow in his hand was instantly drawn to its limit.

It wasn't a single shot, but—five arrows at once!

Twang, twang, twang, twang!

The vibration of the bowstring merged into a dense buzzing sound.

Five streaks of purple-gold light instantly pierced the throats of the front row of Shield Warriors. There were no screams, no struggles—only the uniform sound of bodies hitting the ground and health bars instantly emptying.

[Killed Elite City Guard, plundered Strength +1!]

[Killed Elite City Guard, plundered Physique +1!]

[Killed Night Walker Scout, plundered Agility +1!]

The pleasant System notifications were like the most beautiful symphony, frantically scrolling through Qin Ji's mind.

While maintaining a high-speed movement that drove Luolin Muye to despair, he harvested all life along the way like a god of death. Wherever he passed, whether it was well-equipped NPC soldiers or hideous monsters from the Demon Den, they all fell in swathes like wheat.

"What is he doing?! He's killing people while running?!"

Archmage Aibier, chasing from behind, waved his staff breathlessly, his eyes nearly popping out.

For a normal Archer, moving and shooting would cause accuracy to drop significantly. But this Qin Ji, while moving at a high speed of forty-five points, could actually maintain a one-hundred-percent headshot rate!

ThisIt wasn't a battle at all.，This is a massacre.！

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Luolin Muye watched his subordinates fall like grass being mowed, the fury in his heart almost incinerating his sanity. He charged into the Night Walker army, sweeping his spear, attempting to vent his anger by killing monsters while also trying to force Qin Ji to stop.

"If you have the guts, don't run! Fight me head-on!!"

Luolin Muye roared, his spear tossing three Night Walkers into the air, dripping with blood.

Qin Ji looked back at the impotently enraged Luolin Muye, a cold sneer curving his lips, and he even took the time to flip him the middle finger.

"Getting anxious? Don't be. Once I'm done farming this wave of attributes, I'll send you on your way."

Just as Qin Ji prepared to turn back and continue harvesting this group of mobile "attribute points," an extremely faint yet lethal chill suddenly lunged out from the shadow behind him.

There was no sound of breaking air, no Killing Intent—only a dagger as black as ink, like a venomous snake's tongue, stabbing straight toward his back.

It was the Great Master assassin who had been hiding all this time, Earth Mire Technique!

"Finally couldn't hold back anymore?"

A sharp light flashed in Qin Ji's eyes. He forcibly twisted his waist while moving at high speed, his spine letting out an overburdened crack as he shifted half a meter sideways in an extremely bizarre posture.

Rip!

The dagger sliced through the leather armor at his waist, creating a trail of sparks, but failed to injure his flesh.

This strike was dodged.

But on Earth Mire Technique's pale and sinister face, there was no sign of disappointment; instead, a cruel smile of a successful conspiracy appeared.

"You're too fast—so fast that even you can't stop yourself."

Earth Mire Technique's raspy voice rang out.

The moment the dagger missed, his left hand suddenly opened, and a thumb-sized metal sphere covered in complex magic runes slid from between his fingers.

It was the crystallization of Goblin Technology and Alchemy—the [Gravity Magnetic Storm Mine].

"Not good."

Qin Ji's heart skipped a beat.

Boom—!!!

The metal sphere exploded in mid-air, not producing fire, but releasing a visible ripple of purple magnetic field. The massive gravity field instantly distorted the surrounding space. Qin Ji felt his body sink, his originally light steps becoming as heavy as a thousand catties.

Even worse, the shockwave from the explosion blasted him directly into the air.

Airborne!

This was the state most feared by all players in PVP. Once airborne, unable to gain leverage or maneuver, one became a sitting duck!

"Now! Don't let him land!!"

Archmage Aibier, who had been waiting for an opportunity in the distance, had a sharp light erupt in his eyes as he slammed his staff onto the ground.

"Earth Dragon Impact!"

"Earth Pulse!"

Rumble!

The ground suddenly split open, and two earth dragons condensed from rock roared into the sky, accurately striking Qin Ji in mid-air and knocking him even higher.

At the same time, General Jinfulin, who had been lurking on the flank, rushed out like an afterimage.

"Upward Slash! Triple Slash! Cross Slash!"

Sword light formed a net, locking Qin Ji firmly in the air.

"Hahahaha! Let's see how you run this time!!"

Luolin Muye, who had finally caught up, let out an extremely excited, wild laugh. His handsome face was now distorted by extreme pleasure. The spear in his hand whipped up a storm, pouring toward the immobile figure.

"Poison Dragon Drill!"

"Afterimage Frenzy!"

"Sweeping Thousand Armies!"

"Throat-Locking Skyward Strike!"

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The dense sounds of impact rang out like raindrops.

Four level-100 Gold-rank BOSSes plus one enraged Platinum Rank General demonstrated suffocating coordination at this moment. Knock-up, stun, stiffen, suppress... countless control skills were perfectly chained, giving Qin Ji no chance to breathe.

The health bar above Qin Ji's head began to drop frantically at an alarming rate.

-28,400!

-35,000!

-19,000!

...

"Finally going to die!!"

Luolin Muye's eyes were bloodshot, every thrust of his spear carrying the determination to kill. The humiliation of being walked like a dog by Qin Ji earlier was thoroughly released at this moment.

"Die for me!!"

With one final, heavy Mountain Crusher, Luolin Muye's spear ruthlessly pierced Qin Ji's chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Boom!

The earth cracked, and dust flew.

Qin Ji's body twitched once, then became completely still. The originally bright red health bar completely zeroed out at this moment.

[System Notification: You have died.]

Seeing this line of cold text, Dream Chaser in the Mist in the distance covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes full of disbelief.

"Lost... even that man lost?"

Frenzied Blade let out a long sigh of relief, a complex smile appearing on his face: "The myth of invincibility has to end eventually. This is a game; no one can be truly invincible."

In the center of the battlefield.

Luolin Muye pulled out his blood-stained spear. Looking at the corpse at his feet, he roared toward the sky: "Phew... finally killed this damn bastard! Everyone, follow my command! We counter-attack the Demon Den and make sure these Night Walkers never return!!"

Cheers erupted among the City Guards.

However.

Three seconds after Luolin Muye turned to leave.

The moment Archmage Aibier prepared to withdraw his staff.

The "corpse" originally lying on the ground suddenly moved a finger.

In everyone's retinas, the ID [Qin Ji], which had originally turned gray, suddenly seemed to be injected with some eerie energy and lit up again with a piercing blood-red light.

[Notification: Your Soul points have been consumed.]

[Passive Triggered: Death is not the end, but the start of a new hunt.]

A hair-raising aura erupted from that "corpse."

"So... that's it?"

A lazy, even somewhat unsatisfied voice abruptly rang out behind Luolin Muye.

The smile on Luolin Muye's face instantly froze. The chill that had just dissipated surged back into his heart a hundred times more intensely than before. He turned his head mechanically, his pupils instantly shrinking to the size of pinheads.

He saw that the man who had clearly had his heart pierced and was as dead as could be was now standing there perfectly intact.

Even the wrinkles on his clothes had been smoothed out.

Qin Ji cracked his neck, producing a series of popping sounds. He glanced at his panel, his lips curving into a satisfied arc.

The reason he had "accidentally" been caught earlier, besides being careless, was more importantly because he was waiting for an opportunity.

[Advancement Quest: Feel Death (1/1) completed.]

[Congratulations, you have broken the Mortal boundary. All Attributes Limit Lock has been removed.]

"To do this Advancement Quest, I had to cooperate with you all and act out a bit of a Self-Harm Ruse. It was really hard on me." Qin Ji patted the spot on his chest where the spear had pierced earlier; not even a scar remained.

"General Muye, it's a ghost! He's standing up again!!"

Archmage Aibier let out a shrill scream, nearly dropping the staff in his hand in fright.

As a mage who mastered the mysteries of life and death, he knew the price of a Resurrection Spell very well. Even a High Priest of the Temple would need a long chant and a massive price to perform a Resurrection Spell once.

But this man...

Three seconds!

In just three seconds, he resurrected on the spot with full status!

This was simply not a power a human could possess; this was a devil!

"You're infuriating me!! What on earth are you?!"

Luolin Muye looked at that face with its playful smile, and his mental state completely collapsed. The kill he had obtained by exhausting his stamina and using all his trump cards resulted in the opponent just lying on the ground for three seconds?

This sense of despair was even stronger than facing the Lord of the Demon Den.

"What I am isn't important."

Qin Ji slowly raised his right hand. In his palm, a ball of ink-black energy was frantically compressing and spinning. The surrounding light was forcibly swallowed by this energy, forming a small black hole.

Since the Advancement Quest was complete, there was no need to keep playing house with these children.

"What's important is, you had a lot of fun hitting me just now, didn't you?"

In Qin Ji's purple-gold eyes, Luolin Muye's terrified face was reflected.

"Now, it's my turn."

The wind stopped.

The entire battlefield seemed to fall into a sort of absolute stillness.

The setting sun was like blood, stretching Qin Ji's shadow very long. He held that black energy ball radiating an aura of destruction in one hand, his cloak fluttering in the windless air. Like a demon god who had just returned from Hell to collect interest from the human world, he looked down coldly at this group of trembling ants.