Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 356 What You Love Is Your Life

Wu Wang's words startled the Mongol commander, who hesitated slightly in his eyes.

After all, no matter how much the Bureau of Extraordinary Affairs liked the widow and Yan Shuangying, the master and apprentice, it was only a cooperative relationship between them.

The Mongolian top laner had never met Wu Wang, so his earlier address of "big brother" was merely a sign of respect, not a sign of trust.

"Forget it, I'm just guessing anyway. Since he seems so confident, I might as well believe him," the Mongolian top laner thought to himself.

In addition, he was all too aware of his own luck.

If you were to just guess randomly, the first thing you'd likely pull out would be some incredibly terrifying pattern, one that could instantly kill you.

No one could be more unlucky than myself.

Thus, the Mongolian top laner walked towards the first tile of Wu Wangshuo.

They discovered that Wu Wang showed absolutely no intention of helping to cover for them, unlike Gargantull had done earlier.

He gritted his teeth and opened it in front of everyone.

At the same moment, he took out a seemingly worn-out round shield from his backpack and looked around warily to guard against a sudden attack.

Just when he was feeling very nervous.

Suddenly my foot slipped.

Snapped--

The Mongolian player fell flat on his backside.

His sprawled-out pose drew bursts of laughter from the audience.

As he immediately rolled over to remain vigilant, he was shocked to find a banana peel that had appeared out of nowhere at his feet.

The pattern on the floor tile sign corresponds perfectly to it—a spread-out banana peel.

"That's it?"

He was completely confused.

On the other side, the scenes are filled with thunder and lightning or deadly sword strikes, with various dangers lurking everywhere, making people tremble with fear.

Why is there only a banana peel on my side?

The ghost's already terrifying face grew even more grotesque, and it said in a sinister tone, "Just a stroke of luck..."

The little zombie on Gargantuar's basket next to him also clenched his fists in anger. After all, judging from the frail appearance of the Mongolian top laner, if he were to draw a highly dangerous pattern, it would definitely result in death or serious injury.

Is this guy really that lucky?
Both of the dungeon creatures turned their heads to look at another stage.

The two groups over there were practically locked in a battle of wits.

When you're just guessing, the patterns that appear are almost always high-risk.

There were even landmines flying into his face and Molotov cocktails exploding, which turned Panda from a black and white panda into a bald black bear, with a lot of his fur falling out.

The Mongolian top laner was also shocked and turned to look at Wu Wang.

But all I saw was the other person seemingly strolling aimlessly on the stage, casually pointing to the next floor tile that needed to be flipped over, showing no intention of coming over to help.

He took a deep breath, straightened his back slightly, and walked towards the designated location.

He flipped the floor tile over more decisively than before, and quickly lifted his leg to avoid any banana peels that might fall on him.

The next second, the familiar pattern appeared.

When the Mongolian top laner finally saw the yellow banana peel, the weight that had been hanging over his heart was completely lifted.

This time, being mentally prepared, he didn't trip over the banana peel at all.

"Brother Holy Son! You can..."

boom--

Before the Mongolian top laner could even excitedly tell Wu Wang that he had revealed the same pattern, they had gained an opportunity to attack each other.

The right half of the little zombie on Gargantuar's basket exploded into a bloody mess, a horrifying sight.

Gargantuar seemed not to have realized what was happening until the little zombie's blood flowed down the back of his head.

The enormous creature roared angrily, its blood-red eyes fixed on Wu Wang, spittle flying from its mouth, eager to pounce on him and devour him alive.

Fortunately, the little zombie managed to pat Gargantuar on the back.

This indicates that it cannot act now.

Otherwise, if a foul is committed, no one knows what kind of punishment will be faced.

After a moment of silence.

Thunderous cheers and applause erupted from the audience; that's exactly what they came for!

We want to see rivers of blood!
"Oh, you reacted pretty quickly?" Wu Wang raised an eyebrow and put the elemental gun back in his pocket.

As early as when the Mongolian top laner was preparing to flip the second piece, he had already adjusted his position so that his shadow fell right next to Gargantuar.

The moment the pattern appeared, Wu Wang secretly used the [Shadow Fighting Technique] to point his gun at the little zombie's head and pull the trigger.

Unfortunately, even at such close range, the other person still managed to turn their head away with difficulty.

It only hit the left side of his body.

But this also indirectly proves that the little guy's physical defense doesn't seem to be very strong.

The reason Wu Wang didn't shoot Gargantull, who was easier to headshot, was mainly because, looking at Gargantull's foolish appearance, he seriously doubted whether the guy even had a brain.

Moreover, his thick skin and tough appearance don't seem like something that can be easily penetrated by physical damage.

"You...you'd better not let...us do it..." the little zombie mumbled, spitting out dark green blood.

The zombie, lying weakly on Gargantuar's back, was clearly severely injured by Wu Wang's sudden and unexpected shot.

Hearing this threat.

Wu Wang grinned broadly, his smile unusually radiant.

"Don't worry, you won't be allowed to do anything. Just stand still and be prepared to be targets."

"Mouse, flip over the next piece."

Upon hearing the name "Shushu" (鼠鼠), the Mongolian top laner slightly opened his mouth as if wanting to explain something, but ultimately held it back and silently walked towards the next designated spot.

However, this time the pattern that was revealed was actually the shape of a pistol.

The sudden appearance of this highly lethal weapon startled the Mongolian top laner, who turned pale and quickly raised his shield to be on guard.

hum-

The moment the atmosphere became tense, the Mongolian top laner suddenly felt something was wrong with his head, like the dizziness after a hangover, and he almost couldn't stand up.

At that very moment, a shiny, gleaming pistol, like a freshly forged weapon, suddenly appeared in the blind spot behind him.

The audience immediately held their breath.

It looked as if the image of a skull exploding was about to appear in the next second.

Some gamblers who had placed bets on the possibility of a player being eliminated in the second round of the flop were so nervous that their eyes practically popped out of their sockets.

He kept muttering, "Die...die...die!"

boom--

The gun fired, and the Mongolian top laner happened to turn around.

It was too late to raise his shield to block; he could only watch helplessly as some kind of bullet shot from the gun barrel struck him squarely in the forehead.

Cold, bone-chilling cold.

He was as stiff as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his pupils trembling violently as if they might dissipate at any moment.

original……

Is this what death feels like?
Snapped--

Suddenly, something flew over and covered his face; the softness felt like the caress of an angel.

Make them feel like they are flying to heaven.

The next second, Wu Wang's helpless voice came, urging, "Get up when you're almost dead, wipe your face and go flip the next card."

One sentence pulled the Mongolian top laner back from the brink of despair.

He shuddered and frantically touched his face, only to discover that the softness was from the towel Wu Wang had thrown at him.

My face was covered in cold water.

Holy crap! So that's how it works!

The gun only fired a slightly stronger shot of cold water, which at most left a tiny red mark on his forehead.

The Mongolian commander, recalling his miserable state when he thought he was about to die, blushed and hastily wiped the water stains clean.

Move on to the next card that needs to be flipped.

As he walked, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Where did his inexplicable dizziness come from?
He abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of Youying. He saw a hint of regret in the other's eyes.

Damn it! This bastard is behind this!
"I'm reporting! The opponent's player attacked me when I was flipping cards!" the Mongolian top laner shouted at Nocturne.

However, Nightmare rolled his eyes at this.

He held the microphone to his mouth and asked, "Did it cause you any harm? If it didn't cause any harm, how can it be considered an attack?"

This remark immediately drew laughter from the audience.

This left the Mongolian top laner somewhat dumbfounded.

Is this fucking okay?
Come to think of it, the Shadow only made him feel dizzy for a short time; in reality, it didn't cause him any mental harm.

It can at most affect the state.

There was indeed no attack in any real sense.

"Don't worry, just pick your card, I'll handle the rest," Wu Wang said with a smile.

Just as the Mongolian top laner, with a dark expression, was about to flip a card, a sudden inspiration struck him.

He walked up to Wu Wang and quietly told him about his plan.

This might speed up the path to victory, or at the very least, give your side a greater advantage.

"Um... are you sure?" Wu Wang asked with some doubt, "But you're taking a risk if you do that. We can actually wear them down slowly."

No matter how tough Gargantuar is.

As long as it's always his side flipping cards and making moves, Wu Wang believes that with his attack methods, he can eventually wear down his opponent.

He has seen it.

Gargantuar is a brainless puppet whose actions are entirely dependent on the little zombie's commands; he's essentially a Gundam pilot.

Once the little zombies are taken down, this big, dumb guy is no threat at all.

The Mongolian top laner shook his head and said, "No, we still have limitations."

"There aren't actually that many of those harmless patterns on this stage, right? If the attackers on the other side haven't fallen by the time I finish my attack..."

"Then it really becomes a protracted war. Let's see if I get killed by the flipped card pattern first, or if you take down the giant zombie on the other side first."

"I'd rather take a gamble and expand my advantage."

Wu Wang glanced around.

Hmm, what he said makes sense.

There were about ten non-aggressive patterns around, then there were patterns that dealt physical damage, like the ones the ghost had just created, and finally, there were many undefined patterns with terms like "Soul Rift" and "Heart-Splitting."

But these things must be even more unbearable than physical damage.

The most outrageous Wu Wang even saw an Avada eating a melon.

This is a fucking instant-death trap!
Kill the little zombies and deal with Gargantuar within ten attacks...

Yes, there is a possibility of failure.

After my sneak attack, the other side will definitely be on high alert.

Furthermore, during the top lane flip in Mongolia, the opponent was also doing their best to treat the injuries they had sustained, and at least now the little zombie is no longer bleeding.

In other words, unless it's a one-hit kill.

Otherwise, they still have room for maneuver.

After all, the attack is not continuous.

“Alright then, go ahead and do it. I also have a method. Just listen to me, target Shadow, and ignore that big oaf,” Wu Wang said.

Upon seeing his acknowledgment, the Mongolian top laner nodded solemnly.

Now there is no other way but to believe in the widow.

So he moved on to the next sign.

The moment he raised his hand and opened it, his gaze fixed on Youying, and he said, word by word, "What you love is your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Youying trembled.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and lunged at the Mongolian top laner, as if he wanted to possess him and attack. Even from a distance, one could feel the deep malice emanating from Youying.

It contains absolutely no impurities.

They simply wanted to attack the Mongolian top laner.

He muttered to himself, "When will your mother die..."

boom--

The next second, it crashed straight into Wu Wang, who had jumped in front of the Mongolian top laner.

A powerful spiritual pollution, mixed with the roar of vengeful spirits, washed over Wu Wang's soul, as if trying to tear it apart completely.

The overwhelming surge of mental pollution left the Mongolian top laner behind Wu Wang completely dumbfounded.

"This...this level of attack..."

"Can Brother Holy Son really withstand it?"

What he just said was actually a special kind of sarcasm.

The targeted entity will force itself to launch a malicious attack.

But for someone whose direct combat ability is already weak and whose defenses are easily breached, this is nothing short of a suicidal, useless skill.

I thought the widow would just jump out and use some prop to shield me, and all I needed to do was confirm that the Shadow really did launch an attack in person and break the rules.

I didn't expect this guy to just tough it out!

wow——

Everyone in the audience got excited.

They thought the competition was exciting enough, whether it was the continuous barrage of aggressive patterns on Stage B or the unexpected and scheming performances on Stage A.

I never expected there would be cake makers!
There were even players who broke the rules in public by launching an attack without flipping over a card!
Now it's best to hope that it can deliver a fatal blow to that human player. That way, even if there are penalties for violations, at least it will be a one-for-one exchange.

If the remaining match is a 1v1 battle between the Mongolian top laner and Gargantuar, then...

It's obvious to anyone who would win.

That big oaf could punch the IT programmer on the other side so hard he'd be embedded in the wall and impossible to pry out.

The key now lies with Wu's demise.

Will I die? Will I die?!

"Strange...monster..."

"What kind of monster are you...?"

Just as everyone was holding their breath, even the contestants on stage B temporarily stopped flipping cards and looked over, curious about what would happen next.

A transparent ghostly figure shot out from Wu Wang's body in an instant.

His tone was so terrified, it was as if he'd encountered a ghost... No, wait, isn't he the ghost himself? Why is he afraid of people?
What's strange is—

Wu Wang showed no outward signs of injury, not even the kind of nosebleed that would result from a basic injury to his soul affecting his brain.

On the contrary, the ghost that charged forward and launched the attack could be seen with bruises all over its face even in its semi-transparent state, and its own state was so faint that it seemed as if it was about to dissipate at any moment.

This...isn't this right?
Who hit whom?
The witch sitting in the distant stands narrowed her eyes and said with some surprise, "It's a matter of mental strength. This kid's mental strength is actually stronger than that of a ghost or monster that is a spirit itself?"

She could actually be considered a semi-appraiser.

At least for now, it's clear that Wu Wang doesn't have any items or equipment that can enhance his mental strength.

In other words, it is purely numerical.

To be honest, even though she was the president of the Tarot Club and had seen countless special players.

But someone who can achieve such overwhelming dominance over dungeon creatures simply by relying on pure numerical values.

I've only ever seen one witch.

His name is Qinglong.

"Host, I'm making a report."

"He openly defied the rules you set and attacked me directly. Look at the mess he made on my butt! That wasn't just a kick to my butt, it was a slap in your face!"

Unharmed, Wu Wang forcefully reported the bruised and battered You Ying.

But this explanation...

Nightmare was starting to lose her composure.

Why does it feel like this guy is also cursing at me? Something seems off.

(End of this chapter)