My Players' Second Playthrough

"It's drawing the sword, not Iai" He stopped, put one hand on the hilt of the sword, and hummed a ditty from a recent internet celebrity.

Suddenly, the track light in front went out, and in the deep underground tunnel, a line between light and darkness appeared.

He stood on the boundary between light and darkness, and the dragon's vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

Silent pressure came from the front, and the thick darkness was like a huge mouth. It seemed that if he took another step forward, it would be able to swallow him whole.

"It's drawing the sword, not Iai" he closed his eyes and took a step forward.

The light source in the entire tunnel suddenly disappeared and returned to normal in the next moment.

Fagan, who was hiding in the subway, poked his head out. He couldn't even determine whether the lights went out for a moment or whether he blinked.

He quickly looked at the Argonian.

I saw the Argonian walking back quickly, still cursing and muttering something.

Are you escaping?

wrong!

Fagan rubbed his eyes and looked at the junction of light and darkness.

On the subway track over there, there lay a humanoid insect that was divided into two halves and holding a long sword. The white light floating from the insect corpse was slowly integrating into the body of the Argonian from behind.

ah?

Is this dead?

Fagan even wondered if there was something wrong with his mental condition.

That insect that killed two powerful heroes and left no one with any resistance at all was gone in the blink of an eye?

What happened?

…

10 seconds ago.

"It's drawing the sword, not Iai." He closed his eyes and stepped into the darkness.

Before his left foot landed, a slight killing intent struck from above, and the silent cold light blended into the darkness, as if it was just a harmless cool breeze.

Almost instinctively, he slashed out the sword intent that had been cultivated for three days in the direction of the murderous intent.

The sword blades intersected, and the long knife in the Argonian's hand smoothly cut off the incoming long sword, and then cut the owner of the sword in two.

A kill prompt appears on the system interface.

But "it was drawing the sword, not Iai" but he couldn't be happy.

Because he vaguely felt that a translucent ghost clown floated out from the humanoid insect corpse and disappeared into the floor.

"Damn it, Mom!" "It's drawing the sword, not Iai," he cursed in a low voice.

Na Cai's move [Deliberate Slash] was his only skill that reached level 150. It cost him a total of 103 million experience points, and the maximum amount of sword intent he could accumulate reached the three days in the game.

In order to maintain his knife, he has not been offline for 24 hours in reality.

I can't even hold my urine.

And in order to leave the knife to the Boss, he refrained from taking action when facing the insect swarm not long ago, which cost him a lot of experience.

The move I had been holding back for so long actually killed only one Level 150 elite monster and even let the clown ghost run away.

Who can stand this?

"It's drawing a sword, not Iai." He quickly walked to the subway car, glanced at the somewhat familiar NPC, said "Help me take a look at my body", immediately logged off, and ran to the bathroom.

Otherwise, everyone would say that the game cabin is an IQ tax.

It cannot provide nutrients to the body, nor can it guide the body's excretion, so it requires a brain-computer adaptation. It is no wonder that most people are using helmets.

Ten minutes later.

"It's drawing the sword, not Iai" He opened his eyes again, and the expression on his face relaxed slightly, not as tense as before.

Fagan was alert to the surroundings and stood in front of the Argonian. After seeing him stand up, he had the courage to ask:

"Sir, you——"

Before Fagan could finish his words, the Argonian suddenly rose up, drew his sword and slashed at him.

"Ping!"

The sound of swords clashing sounded in my ears.

Fagan only felt his legs weaken, his ears were bleeding, and he fell limply.

"It's drawing the sword, not Iai" He grabbed the NPC with the scar on his face, threw him backwards, and raised the sword with his other hand to block.

The long sword scraped his shoulder guard, injuring him a little, but it was not serious.

After a successful blow, the humanoid insect holding a long sword did not pursue him. Instead, he took a few steps back in a martial manner. In the stagnant subway car, he confronted the Argonian holding a long sword through the air.

"Xie Zao..." As soon as he finished speaking, "It's drawing the sword, not Iai" he suddenly stopped, cleared his throat, and asked in a vicissitudes of voice:

"You were already here?"

The humanoid insect didn't reply and inserted the long knife into the sheath on his waist.

The shadow of the clown appeared on it, and the oil paint on the clown's face, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, looked particularly weird under the flickering lights of the carriage.

The Argonian also sheathed his long sword, with a knowing smile on his face.

The clown had long since been replaced by a bug. He could attack him when he went to the toilet, but he had to wait until he woke up for a head-on confrontation.

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It's so annoying.

"In that case, then you should become food for my sword skills!"

"Drawing the sword, not Iai" It was extremely rare that he took the initiative to draw the sword and rushed towards the bug controlled by the clown. As soon as the long sword came out of the scabbard——

The knife was faster than the sword, and he cut it on Chongzi's neck. Then he put away the knife, drew it again, and hit Chongzi's wrist. He put away the knife again, and the last knife collided with Chongzi's sword.

Two figures passed each other.

Three swords for one, but the bug fused with the clown will not die so easily.

Don't look at it as "drawing the sword, not Iai", but it's just because his sword skills are too strong.

In terms of melee skills alone, this bug is enough to rank in the top five among the top masters he has met in his long career!

Outside the carriage, Feigen shook his head, woke up from his coma, and looked at the carriage with blurred vision.

He saw a bug standing on two feet, covered with knife wounds, fell in front of the Asian dragon man, turned into white light and merged into his body.

Win?

Feigen looked happy, and forced himself to get up without caring whether he would tear the wound.

At this moment, in his blurred vision, he saw dense red spots.

That was...

Feigen, who had just stood up, sat down on the ground in despair.

Those countless red lights were eyes hiding in the darkness.

For some reason, these bugs did not attack, but just surrounded them.

A bug walked out of the darkness.

Feigen vaguely saw a clown getting into the body of the warrior bug.

The next moment, the body of this insect changed dramatically, its limbs became bipedal, and the armor on its waist became a chitinous long sword.

"Ahhhhh!" Feigen was incoherent.

Even though he had been through hundreds of battles and had come back from the brink of death countless times, he couldn't help but wet his pants.

The humanoid insect that killed Mr. Shen and Ms. Celia like a nightmare - was it actually transformed from these ordinary insects?

"Another one?" The reassuring voice of the Asian dragon man came, "I defeated you four times, but you don't seem to be hurt at all."

He looked at the newly appeared sword saint insect and took out a keychain that looked like a small knife from his backpack.

"As a reward for not sneaking up, I don't mind fighting a round-robin battle with you, but it seems that I am wishful thinking. In this case."

The Asian dragon man crushed the knife in his hand.

"I'll let you chop for one minute."