Chapter 142: Battle Between High-Level Players
Countless pieces of paper had already formed a rapidly spinning vortex. The seven outer zone players were all trapped inside. Occasionally, someone would burst out from within, but their bodies were completely covered in white paper scraps, like they were plastered with snowflakes.
Players were forced to leave one after another. Watching the numbers dwindle, Nie Xuan did not breathe a sigh of relief; instead, he grew even more worried.
Entering the station in his current state was extremely risky, but if it meant sacrificing a super item to save him, he would rather go to the station.
However, the decision was no longer his to make. He saw the man in the wheelchair beside him, who had appeared silently, raise a hand and gently hook the air. From behind a distant tree, a poster fluttered out noisily. The celebrity printed on it twisted as if alive, struggling to break free from this nameless force.
But in the blink of an eye, the poster was brought before the wheelchair-bound man. Just as he reached out, the poster suddenly lost its strength, reverting to a normal piece of paper and drooping down.
At the same time, the paper scraps that had been chasing and killing the few outer zone players all fell to the ground.
The remaining three players wiped blood from their faces as they retreated. The leader said, "Friend, we'll leave now. Sorry for the disturbance..."
The wheelchair-bound man lightly flicked his left pinky finger, which rested on the armrest. The three who had not yet left all had their necks severed, their heads separated from their bodies!
Killing three players was no harder than flicking dust off a sleeve. The wheelchair-bound man did not even spare them a glance. He turned his head to look at Nie Xuan. "You're not leaving?"
Nie Xuan knew he could never escape from someone like this, so he simply asked, "Are you here for the super item too?"
The wheelchair-bound man looked somewhat desolate. "Unfortunately, another item that kills people."
Nie Xuan wanted to say something else, but suddenly heard the roar of engines approaching from all directions. The moment he turned around, four vehicles flew in from different directions, all crashing head-on toward the wheelchair-bound man!
He instinctively ducked, covered his head, and rolled low. Looking back, he saw the four cars stop half a meter away from the wheelchair-bound man, then bounce back the way they came!
Unharmed, the wheelchair-bound man moved to the middle of the road, turning his wheelchair to face the intersection. Several sports cars drove up from that direction. On the lead car, a tattooed burly man swung both arms. Car after car, appearing from who knows where, whistled past him and smashed into the air in front of him, as if hitting an invisible wall!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The cars behind crashed into the ones ahead, all piling up together. They neither injured the wheelchair-bound man nor made any progress forward. Yet the tattooed man still gleefully stacked the cars into a wall over twenty meters high.
Car upon car, the metal wall gradually compacted. The wheelchair-bound man waved his right hand lightly, and those cars were sliced apart by an invisible force—three cuts vertically and three horizontally, making sixteen blocks in total!
The debris fell, clattering endlessly. Behind the collapsing car wall, a blond man revealed himself. A violin rested on his shoulder. When the first note sounded, the entire amusement park roared to life.
The simultaneous music and lights filled the air with an unprecedented fervor. Nie Xuan, who had been planning to escape, became intoxicated by this inexplicably joyful emotion and unconsciously walked out of the woods.
He saw a dance floor packed with people. Strangely, even in this crowded ball, he could still see the blond man playing the violin at the center. The sound of the strings made him dizzy as he walked forward. After just a few steps, his foot hit an obstacle. He looked down and saw a person in a wheelchair.
Even people in wheelchairs came to the ball.
He reached out to move the wheelchair aside, but at that moment, the seated man pressed his thumb and index finger together and flicked. Over there, one of the blond man's violin strings suddenly snapped.
The dizzying music abruptly stopped. Nie Xuan snapped awake. The amusement park was still the same cold, closed-down place. The lights and music had completely vanished. The wheelchair-bound man was still in his original position. The blond man's violin strings were not broken either—in fact, he wasn't even playing now. Both the bow and the violin hung limply in his hands!
It was an illusion!
Cold sweat broke out on Nie Xuan's forehead. He didn't even know when he had fallen into the illusion!
He didn't dare look at the two opposing sides. Turning around, he fled. Just as he crossed through the woods and reached the other side, the trees behind him exploded one after another, as if struck by lightning. As he stepped back, his instep was suddenly pierced and nailed to the ground!
In excruciating pain, he finally saw what had stabbed through his foot—a very thin colorful thread. Unlike ordinary thread, it was more like a small tubular object, composed entirely of tiny diamond-shaped facets. It shimmered, reflecting different lights, which gave it a colorful appearance.
"Shh!" The colorful thread then retracted. Nie Xuan looked up and saw that the entire amusement park and the sky above were filled with these colorful threads. On the side of the car convoy, the threads were slightly bulging, forcibly stretched to create a space!
So that was what the burly man had been trying to smash open with the cars—these threads. And the wheelchair-bound man had used these same threads to kill those outer zone players... Staring at the view that had returned to normal in an instant, he turned and left without a second thought. These high-level players were on a completely different level from him. He didn't even know how they were fighting. Staying as far away as possible was the only thing he could do now. He had to relay this information to the command room!
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The Hai City main command room was now in a panic. Half an hour ago, members of their team had suddenly started detonating weapons and committing suicide. At first, they thought outer zone players had infiltrated and caused the trouble. But after investigation, they discovered that all these people had entered the skyscraper or been near it.
After the retreat order was given, they withdrew from the skyscraper and scattered in all directions. In the chaos, they mixed into different rescue teams or decoy teams, then subsequently committed suicide, causing massive casualties to their accompanying teams. Especially the decoy teams sent by Jing City to lure out outer zone players—several of them suffered losses at the hands of their own people. Over a dozen died, and more than twenty were injured. If not for the restrictions of the multi-player life-or-death scenario, they would have been completely wiped out by the outer zone players in no time!
"That player in the skyscraper must have hypnotized our people!" the chief commander said. "Have the trigger conditions been identified?"
"It's the 'super item,'" the secretary said. "After tallying all the injured, before the incidents, someone in each team had mentioned the 'super item.'"
"Tell them all to shut up and not speak. Immediately recall everyone who has been near the skyscraper. Don't let them run around!"
But with the situation in chaos, gathering everyone together was extremely difficult. Under hypnosis, these people could do anything—would they even obey orders?
"Has the Painting Woman still not contacted you?" The communication line with the Jing City command room had never been cut off.