- Online Game : God Level Assasin, I am The Shadow!
- GTA Chapter 175
When Quetir’s black head flew into the air, everyone around him was frozen for a moment, stunned.
“What the—?”
The remaining members of the “Twisted Beak Alliance” had been on the brink of despair.
But they never expected, after hearing the sudden shout of “Cousin!”—Quetir’s head would literally fly into the sky!
What kind of damage could cause that to happen?!
“Holy crap… Quetir, with his unique hidden class ‘Bloodfury Berserker’ and his passive health boost, had over 30,000 HP, and he was killed in one hit?!”
“And it’s not just the health, his defense is really high! My skills couldn’t even deal more than a few hundred damage to him, and yet…”
“This guy’s cousin—who is he?”
“Which one of us has a cousin that strong? Anyone want to admit it?”
“No way. You’re saying you’re the cousin? Get a clue—learn from me. It’s ‘adoptive father,’ alright?”
Sadly, no one in the Twisted Beak Alliance stepped forward to claim to be “the cousin.”
The guild was mostly made up of fishermen or their families.
Many of the players at the respawn point exchanged confused glances.
Which fisherman’s cousin was this tough?
Meanwhile, Qin Feng hadn’t broken his stealth after eliminating Quetir. He observed the two damage numbers that popped up above Quetir’s head:
-2.5w!
-31.2w (critical hit)!
The first number represented damage done to Quetir’s shield.
The second was the actual damage when his blade struck Quetir’s head after breaking through the shield.
“Twenty-five thousand for that Bloodfury shield… that’s some serious tankiness…”
Qin Feng couldn’t help but be impressed.
While his own shields were in the tens of millions, that was because of his exceptional development. For others, 30,000 HP and a 25,000 shield made Quetir almost unbeatable!
“If I wasn’t playing an assassin class and was instead a tank like in my past life, I’d easily have over a million HP, with shields in the tens of millions…”
He shook his head.
Though warriors weren’t just punching bags, after nine years of being a tank, it was finally time for him to enjoy some easy kills!
One quick strike of his Nightblade sent Quetir straight to the afterlife.
—-
【You have killed ‘War God Quetir’ and applied the ‘Tyrone III’s Mark’ to him!】
—-
Listening to the system notification, Qin Feng gave a faint smile.
This guy… he’s not getting away!
Two seconds later.
Quetir resurrected at his Platinum-level hideout in the “Blood Butchery” area.
Even after respawning, Quetir was still in shock, standing dazed at the revival point, with a look of disbelief on his dark face.
“Did I… die?”
His resurrection sent shockwaves through the nearby black-skinned non-national players. They were all stunned and rushed over, asking frantically what had happened.
Quickly, Quetir glanced at the system kill log…
It included the kill location, fatal damage, total damage, target ID, and item drop life.
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【Kill Location: Guanggang Ruins – North Riverbed Scorched Earth – Bull Outline】
【Killer: Shadow】
【Item Drop Lifespan (Tradable): 198.5 years】
【Item Drop Lifespan (Non-Tradable): 417.9 years】
【…】
—-
When Quetir saw this kill log, his pupils shrank instantly.
Shadow?
Shadow?!
The world’s number one terrifying assassin, Shadow!
“Fuck! Isn’t Shadow from Magic City? How did he come to Guanggang?”
“I killed his cousin?”
“Who the hell knows who his cousin is?!”
“Orders: From now on, if you encounter anyone from ‘Twisted Beak Alliance,’ don’t engage! Shadow is their cousin!”
“And… apologize!”
Quetir, once arrogant and domineering, had his mood crash to the lowest point after being instantly killed by Qin Feng.
Even the Guanggang authorities hadn’t put as much pressure on him.
He knew clearly…
If Shadow could kill him once, he could kill him again—and countless more times. The worst part was, he couldn’t even detect Shadow’s presence!
If he didn’t apologize now, would he even be able to continue leveling up?
Under Quetir’s orders, the remaining non-national players in the “Bull Outline” area, who were still alive, started to panic.
“Shadow! Shadow killed the War God!”
“Sorry, Shadow! The War God says, sorry, we shouldn’t have killed your cousin!”
“We’re willing to compensate for your cousin’s loss!”
The remaining members of Quetir’s team stopped their fighting and quickly began apologizing, panicking.
???
Qin Feng hadn’t expected them to be so spineless.
According to his impression, the black-skinned non-national players were known for being incredibly united and fierce—if you offended them, it would be a blood feud.
But, considering that Quetir had been killed instantly, their sudden submission made sense.
“But does Quetir really think that I killed them because they killed my cousin?” Qin Feng sneered.
“Non-national players really are a bit too simple-minded…”
He chuckled coldly.
Remaining in his stealth, he snapped his fingers. “Finish them.”
With a burst of excitement, Osirio, also in stealth, was eager to act. “Tornado time!”
As it unleashed its skill, the massive form of its wings—stretching over twenty meters—appeared in the sky.
Qin Feng could stay hidden while attacking.
This monster, though, couldn’t.
No matter.
It didn’t matter much.
Osirio unleashed its “Eternal Whirlwind” skill, immediately summoning a tornado from the center of the battlefield, trapping the remaining forty-plus players from Quetir’s team inside!
A tornado that reached into the sky engulfed them all, continuously pulling and dealing wind-element damage!
-4291!
-4978!
-6723!
…
In just two or three seconds, the damage numbers exploded, and the entire group was wiped out in a neat, orderly fashion!
Even though several priests in the group desperately casted area-healing skills, the healing wasn’t even close to keeping up with the damage they were taking…
Do these people even realize the worth of an epic mount?
What’s more, Osirio’s level was completely synced with Qin Feng’s.
As soon as Qin Feng reached level 25, Osirio was level 25 too.
Their levels were already twice as high as these players!
As soon as Osirio appeared and unleashed its “Eternal Whirlwind,” it wiped out all the non-national players in an instant. The remaining ten or so players from Daxia stared in disbelief.
They had heard the non-national players apologizing, so they finally realized that the one who had acted was Shadow!
“No wonder they’re so powerful, it’s the number one player in the world!”
“Quetir’s team, who’d been running roughshod over Guanggang, got taken out by this big shot’s mount?!”
“This gap is insane! I’ll be bragging about this for the rest of my life!”
“So here’s the real question—who is this big shot’s cousin? Having a cousin like that, but they’re hiding in our little fishing guild?!”
Meanwhile, Qin Feng was using the “Tyrone III’s Mark” ability to track Quetir’s current location.
“In-game, he resurrected in the Guanggang Ruins, Platinum-level hideout, ‘Blood Butchery.’”
“In real life, his location is…”
Qin Feng stared at the system’s notification and was stunned.
Wasn’t it inside a mountain? Did this guy burrow into Baiyun Mountain?
No wonder the Guanggang authorities couldn’t find him!