CHAPTER 671: CHAPTER 671: MYSTERIOUS CITY, ULTIMATE BOSS!

Crash!

Passing through the light curtain, what lay on the other side was a towering city, protected by massive walls dozens of meters high.

This city, before now, had never existed in this place.

Clearly, it was a special region that had only just refreshed into being.

As one contestant after another was teleported outside the city, participants from around the world looked at the enemies, or allies, surrounding them, and all fell into a brief silence.

And then...

"You thief! It’s you again, you little trash. Don’t think I forgot. Last night you sneak attacked and stabbed me in the ass, I’ve been looking for you for ages. Didn’t think I’d finally catch you here!"

"Batan’s? Damn it, I’m sworn enemies with Batan!"

"If heaven had not birthed me, the Frost Swordsman, swordsmanship would be eternal night. Sword, come!"

Instantly, chaos broke out. Blood spilled.

A ghost swordsman in blood-red armor, Elfa, descended.

Whoosh!

With Ghost Sword at his side, a burst of powerful sword light radiated out, slashing down every professional within a 50-yard radius.

The next moment, the Frost Mage King Kwon Ji-Hyun of Cold Country, Soul-Knight Long Beisen of the Sun Nation, and Undead Swordsman Morgan Kibada of the Oil Nation, these first-rank powerhouses of their respective Nations, gathered from all directions.

"The ultimate boss already belongs to our Eight Great Nations. If you know what’s good for you, get lost."

The top experts of the Eight Great Nations radiated overwhelming momentum.

Professionals of other nations scattered away in fear.

ROAR!

With a deafening earth-shaking roar, from within the grand city ahead, a surge of dark energy erupted.

Clearly, the ultimate boss was hidden inside this city.

"As long as we take down the ultimate boss, we can end this battle, become the gladiatorial champion, and claim the Myth-grade Profession Scroll," Elfa’s face lit up with a smug smile.

Without another word, sword in hand, he stepped into the city alongside the other nation powerhouses.

Other nations’ contestants, however, remained outside, hesitant.

"What do we do, should we also go in?"

"But if we go in, we’ll inevitably be slaughtered by Elfa and Kwon Ji-Hyun’s group."

"This concerns the championship reward, the Myth-grade Profession Scroll. Victory or defeat comes down to this moment. We’ve worked so hard to get here, how could we give up everything just because of one sentence from Elfa?"

"Exactly! Even though the Hell Gladiator Arena’s mechanism is point-based, it doesn’t rule out the possibility that whoever lands the finishing blow on the ultimate boss might trigger some special twist of fate."

"Brothers, charge! Snatch the BOSS!"

Without caring about the consequences, professionals of the various nations surged into the city like a flood.

———

Inside the city, what met the eyes was devastation.

The entire city lay in ruin. Smoke and dust blanketed the air.

On streets, in alleys, in cracks and corners, lay scattered human severed limbs, or half-rotted animal corpses.

A stench of decay assaulted the nose, making every entrant frown.

Soul-Knight Long Beisen, heavy shield in hand, led the way at the front.

The others followed close behind. Advancing toward the BOSS’s location.

From ahead, low growls rumbled continuously.

The boss’s aura covered the entire city.

Just from the atmosphere alone, one could tell: this ultimate boss’s strength was absolutely extraordinary.

"It shouldn’t be below Emperor-tier... it might even be an Immortal-tier BOSS."

As Demon Realm Mage Kloster spoke, Magical Mage Leo Broye cut him off, "Emperor, Immortal, even if it’s a King-tier BOSS, we’ll kill it all the same."

Ghost Swordsman Elfa gripped his blade, eyes sharp, scanning the surroundings warily.

"I’m worried about that Shadow Dancer from Dragon Country. I can sense her, she’s nearby."

Void Hunter Kuye spoke up, "I’ll scout ahead!"

With that, the legendary assassin-class professional activated Stealth and darted swiftly forward.

But, just moments after Kuye vanished from sight, a scream rang out.

Then, with a "whoosh," a white light shone ahead.

The next instant, the white light flashed right before Elfa’s group, and Kuye reappeared.

His face pale with terror, "It’s the Shadow Dancer! That Dragon Country female assassin is right ahead."

"Fuck! She one-shotted me! I clearly had Stealth active, how did she detect it?"

"Damn it, I didn’t even see where she was. What kind of speed is that?"

Kloster glanced at Kuye and couldn’t help but mock, "How many times have you been insta-killed already? Still not learned your lesson? You’re out of revives, right?"

Kuye gritted his teeth, "Yeah... this is my last revive. One more death and I’m eliminated. All three of my lives have been taken by that Shadow Dancer."

Frost Mage King Kwon Ji-Hyun, watching Kuye resurrect before him, muttered thoughtfully, "Looks like this domain has a special revival restriction. When dying inside the city, players don’t respawn randomly, they revive at a fixed point."

Elfa looked at a panel before him and said, "Professionals dying here revive at the spot they stood ten seconds before death."

Undead Swordsman Morgan Kibada sneered, "She wants to block us from the boss and steal it for herself? What a fantasy."

At this moment, Elfa raised his sword, "Don’t move. I’ll deal with her."

With that, he strode forward, Ghost Sword in hand.

In the livestream room, countless viewers switched between Chen Zijin’s and Elfa’s perspectives to give Elfa live reports, ["She’s at your two o’clock, a hundred meters away, second-floor window!"]

["Careful, she’s waiting for you to enter her attack range so she can ambush you!"]

Elfa completely ignored the bullet-screen reminders. He even closed the chat function outright, preventing new messages.

"To deal with her, I don’t need you lot to give me callouts."

Clearly, Elfa brimmed with confidence.

In his mind, no matter where Chen Zijin hid, no matter what trick she tried to pull. Against him, he was one hundred percent certain he could counterkill her.

Eyes locked ahead, Elfa advanced step by step.

———

At the same time, Chen Zijin was indeed hiding at a second-floor window of a building.

Both hands clenched tight around her daggers, palms sweating.

Her tense body radiated boundless killing intent.

"Kill him!"

Under the drive of that obsession, Chen Zijin relied on sound to pinpoint Elfa’s location.

In the next instant, "shoom!", she vanished on the spot.

Elfa, sensing movement, immediately stopped.

The very next second, a shadow flashed like lightning, teleporting to Elfa’s back.

Daggers in hand, trailing streaks of blue electric light, she stabbed straight at him.

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