Chapter 37

“I’m very curious. What will Godslayer Hall do if you can’t kill me?” Meng Jingtian asked, a smile on his lips.

Seven Kill was probably one of Godslayer Hall’s strongest assassins.

Thus, what if the strongest of Godslayer Hall’s assassins couldn’t kill him? Then wouldn’t the myth of Godslayer Hall be finished?

Godslayer Hall had always arrogantly proclaimed that there was no man in any game that Godslayer Hall could not kill, but Meng Jingtian was a god, not a man!

“That’s not possible!” Seven Kill firmly declared, his eyes narrowing.

Meng Jingtian was confident, but he was even more so!

He was the strongest assassin, so he naturally wouldn’t lose to anyone when it came to mentality.

As he spoke, Seven Kill brought his fingers together and swung them. The black sword on his back left his sheath and flew through the air at Meng Jingtian.

“A flying sword art?” Meng Jingtian was somewhat taken aback. ‘Tomorrow’ was an extremely mysterious game with endless possibilities. The official avenues had revealed very little information, and everything had been left up to the players to discover.

In this current stage, the majority of skills players had encountered were still in the realm of martial arts, like shattering a boulder with a palm or punching a finger through a tree trunk.

But magic spells like flying swords, summoning flames, calling lightning, controlling water, and harnessing winds had yet to appear.

Seven Kill was truly Seven Kill. His first attack was a flying sword art that had already gone beyond the realm of martial arts. This one attack had a power that could not be underestimated.

Meng Jingtian did not dare to take this attack directly, as there was a chance it could instantly kill him. He immediately used the Forgotten Ring’s skill and blinked away. Appearing next to Seven Kill, he used Divine Punishment while simultaneously flailing around Stupa.

Fortunately, after cleaning up all the assassins of Godslayer Hall yesterday, he had logged off to rest. By now, all the skills attached to his equipment had basically finished their cooldown.

Seven Kill focused his eyes. Instant Movement! Lightning!

To be expected of someone who dared to retaliate against Godslayer Hall! This sort of skill was not something players at this stage of the game should have had. It was even more astonishing than his flying sword art.

As for Meng Jingtian’s Divine Punishment, Seven Kill had already heard of its power and did not dare to be careless. He instantly used an invincibility skill, and in a dark flash, he transformed into a stone sword.

This skill only lasted for one second, but Seven Kill had timed it perfectly for the second that Divine Punishment made impact. One second early or one second too late might have resulted in instant death.

Afterward, he had to deal with Meng Jingtian’s swinging saber. Seven Kill waved his hand, upon which the black sword flew back to his hand as if it had a life of its own.

He then used another skill, his body blurring until there were seven or eight Seven Kills surrounding Meng Jingtian and attacking him all together.

In the middle of all these blurs, Meng Jingtian’s saber missed, ‘dodged’ by Seven Kill.

Meng Jingtian’s heart sank. Seven Kill truly lived up to his reputation. His skills, equipment, his proficiency with his skills, and his judgment of his foes had all reached a terrifying level.

In this clash, Meng Jingtian was on the back foot. Not daring to use the Black Tortoise True Body, he just took the power of Seven Kill’s skill directly.

“-1042”

“-1127”

“-1021”

…

Seven Kill’s skill was a multi-part skill. Each part of the skill didn’t deal much damage, but there were nine parts to the skill that were all unleashed within two seconds, the skill dealing more than ten thousand damage in total.

Alas, his enemy was Meng Jingtian, who was a lofty Level 36 with a set of purple equipment, one piece of orange equipment, and one piece of divine equipment. He was absolutely bursting with stats.

If he had the stats of an ordinary player, this damage would have been even higher, enough to instantly kill an opponent!

But as it was a multi-part skill, Meng Jingtian wasn’t very afraid. Before Seven Kill had even finished using his skill, he applied a Divine Recovery to himself.

“+8017”

A virtual green number popped up, and Meng Jingtian’s HP bar was instantly refilled. The last two parts of the skill resolved, and Meng Jingtian only ended up losing two thousand HP, which was insignificant to his current HP bar.

As he used Divine Recovery, Meng Jingtian swung his saber at Seven Kill.

Seven Kill’s skill had just finished, and this was still in the early stages in the game, so while the skills of these two were much stronger than those of other players, neither of them had many skills.

Two skills had failed to kill Meng Jingtian, and Seven Kill’s skills were now essentially all on cooldown.

He had one damage reduction skill, but he was unwilling to use it on an ordinary attack, so he decided to just take Meng Jingtian’s slash.

“-5621”

A red damage number appeared, and even though Seven Kill had mentally prepared himself, he still couldn’t help but be shocked. This was just an ordinary attack!

An ordinary attack had taken off one-fifth of his HP. Was he still playing the same game?

But Seven Kill had an extremely fast reaction time. After being struck, he immediately pulled away.

In just a few seconds, the two of them had basically used up their skills. All they had left were their life-saving techniques to be used if their opponent had any sort of trump card.

But their HP bars didn’t change very much. In the end, this was a contest of prowess and mentality.

Both were only capable of using regular attacks, sword and saber swinging back and forth. As the two blocked and parried, it seemed as if they were reenacting a fight from a wuxia novel.

But in terms of pure prowess, Meng Jingtian was far inferior to Seven Kill. When it came to position and judgment, Seven Kill was always able to surpass him.

Every hit of his took five thousand HP from Seven Kill while every hit of Seven Kill’s took about one thousand HP from him, but the final result was that Meng Jingtian was slowly pushed back by Seven Kill, all the way until he had his back to the cliff and had nowhere else to go.

Cold beads of sweat trickled down Meng Jingtian’s forehead. His HP was at a dangerous level, but Divine Recovery still needed nine seconds, and Divine Punishment needed five.

Even though he still had Black Tortoise True Body, the skill’s invincibility lasted only for one second. It could be used against a damage skill or mental effect, but it wasn’t much help in this sort of battle.

Seven Kill had a dark expression as he swung his sword and steadily advanced. Based on how the battle had gone so far, he was now confident in his ability to kill Meng Jingtian.

This made him somewhat sigh in relief. Meng Jingtian had been the only opponent in almost a year that had been able to force out his true ability.

If Meng Jingtian had just a little more prowess, this battle might have turned out completely different.

But as Seven Kill was confidently swinging his sword down, preparing to end Meng Jingtian’s life with a few more strikes, Meng Jingtian suddenly fell backward and off the cliff.

Seven Kill was struck dumb, and his heart grew sullen. No way!

He was going to die all the same, but this guy would rather jump off a cliff than die to him. It was just a game. Was there any need to focus so much on one’s integrity?

“Cree!” The screech of a crane interrupted Seven Kill’s sullen mood, and a group of white-winged, black-footed cloud cranes shot into the air.

“Divine Punishment!” With a clear cry, a white bolt of lightning came down on the unprepared Seven Kill’s head.

Five seconds wasn’t a long time at all.