12dz Chapter 430 - 105: That’s Right! I Am a Cheat! So What? You’re Not Convinced?
Chapter 430 - 105: That’s Right! I Am a Cheat! So What? You’re Not Convinced?
"Oh?"
Qin Feng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Not a hint of panic could be seen in his eyes; instead, a playful smile formed on his lips, his voice laced with a casual, teasing tone.
"Finally noticed something’s wrong?"
His footwork never faltered as his Beheading Sword steadily blocked the incoming attacks. The Holy Light Halo flickered tenaciously within the Corrosive Energy, and though his Blood Volume had dropped, it remained safely above the threshold.
"To be honest, the pressure I feel from you doesn’t even compare to a single hair on the Evil Dragon Jinli."
Qin Feng flicked his blade, effortlessly parrying the approaching Shadow Battle Blade. His tone was filled with unconcealed contempt, carrying an almost pitying casualness.
"If I wasn’t curious to see just how high the damage cap is for a Tier Four player against a Tier Three..."
He paused his steps for a moment. The Divine Energy on his Beheading Sword suddenly surged, forcing Zhao Gang to stumble back.
"...I wouldn’t have needed to go through all this trouble to finish you."
Zhao Gang’s teeth ground together with an audible CLICK. The crimson in his eyes deepened as he roared in frustration:
"Bastard!"
"Who do you think you’re fooling?"
"So what if your Blood Volume is a little thicker than a normal player’s?"
"I can still kill you!"
As soon as he spoke, he charged forward again. His Shadow Battle Blade, wreathed in the Frenzy of his full power, unleashed a dark violet slash that tore through the air, aimed to completely deplete Qin Feng’s Blood Volume.
But just as the blade was about to strike, Qin Feng’s eyes narrowed. He held the Beheading Sword horizontally before him and instantly activated his ability: Divine Gift: Guard Counterattack!
"CLANG!"
Following the deafening sound, the Beheading Sword precisely struck a critical point on the Shadow Battle Blade. The block, perfectly matching the attack’s trajectory, triggered the "Perfect Guard" effect. A pale golden holy shield instantly enveloped Qin Feng, and he entered an Invincible state.
Before Zhao Gang could react, Qin Feng flicked his wrist. The Beheading Sword, imbued with world-destroying Divine Energy, transformed into a dazzling sword shadow that could not be dodged or blocked. It was a Finishing Techniques counterattack, aimed straight for Zhao Gang’s heart!
"SCHRRRKT!"
Amidst the ear-piercing sound of Tearing, the divine edge of the Beheading Sword plunged viciously into Zhao Gang’s chest. Pale golden energy exploded outward, searing him and forcing a shrill, agonized howl from his lips!
However, due to the terrifying class gap between Tier Four and Tier Three, combined with the unlisted but very real effects of "Dimensional Strike" and "Class Suppression," this powerful Finishing Techniques counterattack only managed to chip a negligible sliver off Zhao Gang’s Blood Volume.
But in the next second, Zhao Gang’s expression changed drastically. That familiar, ink-green poison flooded into his body along with the Divine Energy. The stacking effect of Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning triggered instantly!
As the ink-green poison poured in through the wound in his chest, Zhao Gang felt as if thousands of poisoned needles were piercing every meridian in his body. The corrosive power was like a crazed green flame, rampaging through his blood vessels. Wherever it passed, his Abyssal Origin made a SIZZLING sound as it burned, causing his whole body to convulse in pain.
The rate at which he was losing blood instantly shot up from 1% per second to 2% per second!
But his Abyss Erosion. Regeneration Power was still active. The 5% per second Healing flowed like Boiling, dark purple magma through his limbs and toward the wound, furiously clashing with the ink-green poison.
And so, a bizarre scene unfolded. On the panel, Zhao Gang’s Blood Volume fluctuated violently and without any discernible pattern.
One moment, it would be dragged down by a huge chunk due to the poison, making his heart clench.
The next, it would be shoved back up by his Abyssal Regeneration, and the breath he had just let out would catch in his throat again.
The green and purple forces waged a frantic tug-of-war inside his body. His Blood Volume rose and fell like an out-of-control roller coaster. Every fluctuation was accompanied by his pained grimaces and ragged gasps, creating a tension so thick that even the air seemed to pulse in time with the bizarre rhythm.
However, a cold smile suddenly touched Qin Feng’s lips, and a frigid glint of absolute certainty flashed in his eyes.
A strange and domineering energy fluctuation suddenly surged around him. This power was unlike Divine Power or Abyssal Power, yet it carried an undeniable suppressive force, like an invisible shackle. It rushed madly into Zhao Gang’s body, which was still caught in the struggle between losing blood and Healing!
[You have activated Level 1 Power of Authority: "Divine Gift: Forbidden Healing Power." This skill suppresses all Level 0 Recovery Abilities and Level 1 Divine Gift recovery abilities, completely nullifying their Healing effects!]
Zhao Gang’s eyes flew wide, nearly bulging from their sockets. Utter disbelief was written all over his face. His mouth twitched uncontrollably as a string of shocked question marks escaped his lips: "???"
Divine Gift: Forbidden Healing Power!?
He shuddered as if struck by lightning. The color drained from his face in an instant, leaving only stark astonishment and panic. His roar was a trembling, cracking shriek:
"You motherfucker! You were hiding an unbeatable trump card like this!?"
’Then why didn’t you use it earlier...’
The thought had barely formed when Zhao Gang’s pupils constricted. As if he had just figured out some earth-shattering secret, his face went from deathly pale to ashen, then flushed crimson with fury and shame.
He stared daggers at Qin Feng, his teeth grinding audibly. Veins throbbed wildly on his temples as a wave of humiliation, of being played for a fool, washed over him.
Qin Feng’s contemptuous words from before hadn’t been an act, nor were they a bluff!
He was genuinely curious about the damage numbers a Tier Four player could inflict on a Tier Three. That’s why he’d relied on his absurdly massive, Heaven-defying Blood Bar to deliberately go easy on him and waste time!
"This guy... just what kind of monster is he!?"