Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 809 - 807: Cheng Yin

[K.O!]

The belated system prompt gradually faded away, Li Ang slowly stood upright, put away the Tyrant Halberd, and rubbed his still throbbing left wrist.

The flock of birds high in the sky slowly descended, gathered around the creator, and were teleported one by one into the Automated Pet Box.

A minute later, Li Ang's figure disappeared from the rooftop,

and the entire city once again fell into silence.

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South of Tianjin Door, suburbs.

This is a luxurious manor that covers a vast area, nestled in the scenic beauty of lake lights and mountains, far from the city's noisy hustle.

A circle of steel fences surrounds the manor, guarded at both main and side gates, with security personnel in black suits patrolling and standing by round the clock.

This is the Sword King Court's guild base in the Mortal Realm, and also one of the residences of Zhan Lu, the guild leader of Sword King Court, in reality.

At this moment, a large group of people gathered in the manor's courtyard, dressed in various attires, standing by an artificial pool in the center as if waiting for something.

The boy with messy hair known as [Cheng Yin], chewing gum, glanced at his watch and whispered, "Why hasn't he come out yet...

Could Big Brother Ju Que be stuck inside?"

"Would you die if you didn't talk?"

The short-haired woman in a suit code-named [Chi Xiao] slapped the back of his head, annoyed, "People don't directly die in the [Realms Corridor], as long as treatment is timely, they can be saved.

Besides, you can chew gum, just don't smack your lips, okay?"

Cheng Yin shrunk his neck after the slap,

If someone else had slapped him, with his temper, he would have jumped up ready to draw his sword.

Alas, this woman [Chi Xiao] is particularly fierce, and also his cousin...

Cheng Yin had been bullied by her since childhood, had his snacks stolen, his gaming console taken, been forced to do homework, even the quiet girl he secretly liked was attracted by his cousin, abandoning literature, forsaking Dostoevsky, Virginia Woolf, Charlotte Bronte, to join the mixed fighting club...

Why, why does this woman have to be my cousin?

Cheng Yin's eye twitched, opening his mouth, yet ultimately daring to be angry but not speak.

"Heh heh."

Seeing this, the tall and thin man code-named [Yu Chang] smiled subtly, immediately drawing Cheng Yin's irritated glare, he retorted, "What are you laughing at?"

Yu Chang spread his hands innocently, "Can't I laugh?"

"No!"

Cheng Yin said stubbornly, a tuft of messy hair on his head swaying in the wind, seemingly reflecting the owner's mental state.

"Quiet!"

Chi Xiao slapped again, like a control skill, interrupting the rising momentum of Cheng Yin, "Pay attention to the guild's image."

Can you stop hitting me? I have dignity too, okay?! Keep hitting me and I'll explode!

Cheng Yin originally wanted to loudly reprimand his cousin, but thinking about her chaotic and brutal mental state during battle, his shoulders shrank back.

Never mind, a good man doesn't fight with women, at worst I'll plant slander during vacation when I go home, and let her experience being urged to marry, hum hum hum hum...

Just as Cheng Yin was self-hypnotizing, indulging in the victory of spirit,

Ju Que's bloody, deeply wounded body, and his half-severed right arm, without any forewarning, fell out of the void, landing in the artificial pool of the villa courtyard.

The pool was filled with light blue, translucent liquid, and the unconscious Ju Que fell in without splashing much water, nor did blood gush from his shoulder's severed area — the light blue liquid enveloped the wound, stopping the blood flow.

He's here.

The crowd by the artificial pool moved together, with solemn expressions.

Several wearing cross emblems released healing energy, enveloping Ju Que, healing minor wounds, checking for any remaining toxins.

Others released traction beams, slowly righting Ju Que from the pool,

making the latter, enveloped in the blue, slime-like liquid, ascend with his severed arm, gently surfacing, landing on the emergency stretcher on the shore,

being wheeled into the temporary sterile operating room beside the artificial pool by medical staff.

These people are Special Affairs Bureau personnel,

As a medium-sized guild with high-end combat power, Sword King Court shouldn't logically gather openly in the Mortal Realm,

they were able to set up a guild base in the suburbs of a big city,

naturally by Special Affairs Bureau's consent, usually receiving help, as well as supervision — Japan Islands, United States, Europe are similar, the official body has the authority to oversee private guilds, although not as fiercely or strictly as in the East.

"..."

Cheng Yin watched Ju Que being wheeled into the operating room, slightly worried, though he knew the medical personnel of Special Affairs Bureau were skilled, as long as not dead, they could be saved, "How did he get hurt so badly?"

"He encountered a strong opponent."

Yu Chang narrowed his eyes, recalling the appearance of Ju Que's right arm severed area, murmured, "There are many types of wounds on Ju Que,"

contusions, penetrating wounds, burn wounds, lacerations...

estimated to be left from the battle.

Only his right arm, the severed section is extraordinarily smooth and neat, clearly caused by Ju Que's own Ju Que · Xuan Iron.

Two possibilities,

One, the opponent controlled his wrist, forcing him to sever his arm.

Two, the fight was fierce, Ju Que had to self-harm for serious counterattack — or vice versa.

Either possibility, the opponent's strength surpassed his expectations."

Yu Chang paused, looked at Chi Xiao seriously, "If you fought at full strength, could you achieve it?"

Chi Xiao furrowed her brow, thought seriously for a moment, then slowly shook her head.

"This..."

Cheng Yin was shocked, Ju Que is a formidable fighter ranked seventy-seventh solo, just ten places below his cousin.

Losing isn't surprising, but being subdued, having to sever an arm to escape?

Cheng Yin struggled to envision such a scene.

"..."

A man with ordinary looks in a suit walked to the pool, squatted, extended a finger to touch the surface of the light blue liquid.

Whoosh—

An object submerged at the bottom rushed through the liquid, flying directly into the man's hand.

It was a leather, hemp rope, metal plate-made wrist guard, of an ancient design, exuding a barbaric style.

The man squinted, flicking off residual liquid, carefully examined it, and said lightly, "Ju Que lost."

Chi Xiao furrowed her brow deeply, asked in a somber voice, "The wrist guard's special effect wasn't used?"

"No. The opponent didn't give him a chance."

The ordinary-looking man codenamed [Zhan Lu] nodded, stood, stored the wrist guard in the void, and calmly spoke, "When he wakes, ask who his opponent was in this round.

I'm very curious about the person who could push Ju Que into such a difficult fight, unable to use his trump card, then losing consciousness."

(Author's Note: Is there a double monthly vote tomorrow? Requesting votes!)