My Player 2

Chapter 312: Sword Master and Bug
"It's drawing the sword, not Iai." He stopped, put one hand on the hilt of the sword, and hummed the latest internet celebrity tune.

Suddenly, the track lights in front of us went out, and a boundary between light and darkness appeared in the deep tunnel underground.
He stood at the boundary between light and darkness, the dragon's vertical pupils narrowed slightly.

A silent pressure came from the front, like a huge mouth in the thick darkness, as if he would be swallowed up if he took one more step forward.

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

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

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

He quickly looked towards the Asian dragon.

I saw the Yalong man walking back quickly, cursing and muttering something.

Are you escaping?

wrong!

Fagan rubbed his eyes and looked at the boundary between light and darkness again.

On the subway track over there, there lay a humanoid insect that was split in half and holding a long sword. The white light floating from the insect corpse was slowly merging into the body of the Asian dragon man from behind.

what?
Is this dead?

Fagan even suspected that there was something wrong with his mental state.

The bug that killed two heroic warriors and made people unable to muster any resistance, disappeared in the blink of an eye?
In the end what happened?
……

10 seconds ago.

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

Before his left foot landed on the ground, a tiny murderous intent came from above, and the silent cold light blended into the darkness, as if it was just a harmless cool breeze.

Almost instinctively, he used the sword power that he had cultivated for three days to slash in the direction of the murderous intent.

The sword blades collided, and the long knife in the dragon man's hand smoothly cut off the attacking long sword, and then cut the owner of the sword blade in half.

A kill prompt appears on the system interface.

But I can't be happy about "drawing the sword instead of Iai".

Because he vaguely felt that a translucent ghost clown floated out from the human-shaped insect corpse, sank into the floor and disappeared.

"Fuck you!" He cursed in a low voice, "It's drawing the sword, not Iai."

Na Cai's move [Intentional Slash] was the only skill he had upgraded to level 150. It cost him a total of 1.03 million experience points, and the upper limit of the sword intent that could be stored reached 3 days in the game.

In order to maintain his sword, he has been online for 24 hours in reality.

I can't even hold my urine.

In order to save the knife for the boss, he had resisted the urge to take action when facing the swarm of insects not long ago, thus losing a lot of experience.

After holding back on this move for so long, he only killed a Lv150 elite monster and let the clown ghost run away.

Who can bear this!

"It's drawing the sword, not Iai." He quickly walked into the subway car, glanced at the NPC who looked familiar, said "Please check my body for me", and immediately logged off and ran to the bathroom.

Otherwise, why do people say that gaming cabins are a waste of money?

It can’t provide nutrition to the body, nor can it guide excretion, so it just requires brain-computer adaptation. No wonder 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.

Feigen was alert all around, standing in front of the Asian dragon. When he saw him stand up, he mustered up the courage to ask:

"Sir, you——"

Before Feigen could finish his words, the Yalong man suddenly jumped up, drew his sword and slashed at him.

"Ping!"

The sound of swords clashing rang in his ears. Fagan felt his legs go limp, his ears were bleeding, and he collapsed.

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

The long sword grazed his shoulder guard and caused him some injuries, but it was not serious.

After a successful attack, the humanoid insect holding a long sword did not pursue, but instead took a few steps back with great martial spirit, and confronted the Asian dragon man holding a long knife in the stagnant subway car.

"So early..." Just as he finished speaking, 'Drawing the sword, not Iai' suddenly stopped, cleared his throat, and asked in a vicissitudes of life voice:

"You've arrived a long time ago?"

The humanoid bug didn't reply and put the long knife in his hand into the sheath at his waist.

The shadow of a clown appeared on it, and the paint-painted smile on the clown's face looked particularly strange under the flickering lights in the carriage.

The Yalong man also sheathed his sword and smiled with understanding on his face.

This clown had already replaced a bug. He could have taken action while he was in the toilet, but he had to wait until he woke up for a face-to-face confrontation.

It's really hard to hate it.

"In that case, then you will become food for my swordsmanship!"

"It's drawing the sword, not Iai." He drew his sword actively, which was extremely rare, and rushed towards the bug controlled by the clown. As soon as the long sword in the scabbard came out——

The knife was faster than the sword. It cut the insect's neck with one blow. Then it put the knife away, drew it out again, and cut the insect's wrist. Then it put the knife away again, and the last blow collided with the insect's sword.

Two figures passed each other.

Three knives for one sword, but the bug that merged with the clown won't die so easily.

Don’t think that “It’s drawing the sword, not Iai” seems like bullying, that’s only because his swordsmanship is too strong.

In terms of melee combat skills alone, this bug is worthy of being ranked in the top five among the top masters he has encountered in his long career!
Outside the carriage, Fagan shook his head, woke up from his coma, and looked at the carriage with blurred vision.

He saw a bug standing on two feet, with knife wounds all over its body, falling in front of the Asian dragon man, turning into white light and merging into his body.

Won?

Fagan looked delighted, and forced himself to get up, not caring whether it would hurt his wound.

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

That is……

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

Those countless red lights are eyes hiding in the darkness.

For some reason, the bugs didn't attack, they just surrounded them.

A bug stepped out of the darkness.

Fagen vaguely saw a clown crawling into the body of the warrior bug.

The next moment, the insect's body changed drastically. Its limbs changed into bipedal walking, and the armor on its waist turned into a chitinous sword.

"Ahhhhh!" Fagan babbled incoherently.

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 get his pants wet.

That nightmare-like humanoid insect that killed Mr. Shen and Ms. Celia - was actually transformed from these ordinary insects?
"Another one?" came the reassuring voice of the Argonian. "I have defeated you four times, but you seem unharmed."

He looked at the newly appeared Sword Saint Worm and took out a keychain that looked like a knife from his backpack.

"As a reward for not having a sneak attack, I don't mind fighting you in a round-robin battle, but it seems that I am just wishful thinking. If that's the case."

The Yalong man crushed the knife in his hand.

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

(End of this chapter)