Nameless Traveler, "If you could bring the martial arts, Inner Strength, Daoist skills, Divine Skills, and other abilities you've learned in the game into reality, would you play such a game?"
Gamer, "Of course, I would play. Is there really such a great thing?"
Nameless Traveler, "Then, if you were to die in the game, and you would also die in reality, would you still play?"
Gamer, "Let me think about it—um, I think I would play, as long as I'm careful to avoid provoking higher-level monsters."
Nameless Traveler, "What if the game was so difficult that a Little Monster at the entrance of a village could easily chop you down, would you still play?"
Gamer, "……"

The next second, he took a step forward. It looked like he was strolling leisurely, but the moment his foot landed, he appeared in the midst of the crowd.


Using his palm like a blade, he suddenly stabbed at one of the cannon fodder players.


Before the man could react, his chest was pierced by a palm, straight into his heart.


The health bar hit the bottom instantly—dead.


Everyone was dumbfounded. It all happened so fast that most people didn't even have time to react. What the hell is this?


In an instant, the remaining members of the cannon fodder group blew up, with some fleeing and others instinctively trying to fight back.


"Kill!" Dongfang Sheng shouted, but immediately retreated. There were indeed a few fearless ones waving their swords and knives, attacking together.


More people threw hidden weapons and shot crossbows.


Chapter 917 - Chapter 15: Power of the Immortal, Inescapable Despair (Part 2)