MTL - I Can Level Up By Staying Idle-Chapter 198 Contrary to common sense

The "sixth-order" masters who chased and killed in the rear fell into deep shock.

To kill thirty or forty "fifth-order extreme" masters with one throwing knife is like chopping melons and vegetables! The prompt to kill is to swipe the screen directly in the game!

"This..."

"Isn't that too exaggerated?"

"Are these fifth orders stupid? Just stand there and let them be slaughtered?"

"It's not that they are stupid, but the strength of black soil is too strong, far beyond their tolerance limit! In front of black soil, they are indeed no different from fools!"

"To be able to crush it like this, the strength gap between the two sides has reached at least three small realms, or even higher! That is to say... Black soil is at least the 'late sixth stage' combat skills !"

"Hush—it looks like we're still underestimating the black soil!"

For the first time, these "sixth-order" masters who were chasing and killing put away their minds and began to face up to this battle - after all, the opponent they faced, the black soil, was a Psychic division of the late sixth-order! In terms of comprehensive strength, it can be regarded as the "sixth-order extreme"!

Of course, they did not feel too much pressure; after all, their more than 40 "sixth-order" masters are not very afraid of long-range psychic attacks, and they will not be instantly killed by flying daggers!

"Hurry up! Give the black soil a little more pressure!"

"If we let him continue to kill like this, then we will lose all face!"

"Brothers who are still alive, if your fighting skills have not reached the sixth rank, don't come to participate in the siege, so as not to give the black soil a head!"

"Yes! You all hurry up and search the map, and once you find special equipment, send it to us!"

…

After Lin Mo killed thirty or forty people in one blow, the pressure did not drop but instead increased! Because the sixth-order masters who are chasing behind them are obviously more serious!

In addition, the map of "The King of Chicken" has a size limit, and there will be a restricted area such as a poison circle after a while; therefore, Lin Mo can't keep running forward, he must go around some bends.

And when he turns around, there will be some masters who are chasing and killing him.

In a limited space, being chased and intercepted by enemies dozens of times their own, the activity space will only get smaller and smaller, and will be completely surrounded at the end.

"I can't continue like this! I can only expose illusions!" Lin Mo no longer hesitated.

Hey—

The dagger was thrown from the hand again, and it took the nearest burly man.

He is willing to pay the price of injury, and also find a chance to win this dagger from Lin Mo! After all, once Lin Mo loses his only special weapon, there is no way he can threaten the large number of sixth-order masters!

But then—

The flying dagger suddenly changes direction!

At the same time, the burly man's brain was suddenly stunned, and the whole person fell into a sluggish state in an instant! It was obvious that he had fallen into the illusion that Lin Mo quietly cast!

Boom!

In this light and flint, the flying dagger directly penetrated the head of the burly man!

Of course, according to the game settings of King of Chicken, even if a sixth-order master is headshot by a special weapon, he will die three times. This dagger is equivalent to taking away 30 to 40% of the blood of the burly and strong man!

But...

This attack is of course not over yet!

Since Lin Mo has already begun to expose illusion, it is naturally impossible for him to inflict heavy damage on an opponent. His mind power controlled the dagger, drawing a huge arc in the sky, and flying from the rear of the burly man.

The head of the burly and strong man has just "recovered", just got rid of the buzzing state of the brain, and just got rid of the illusion; he has not had time to make any response, he was headshot again!

Boom!

Two consecutive headshots, the burly and strong man directly fell into a state of residual blood.

And this time, the dagger turns back faster!

Boom!

Three headshots in a row, the burly man fell directly to the ground and never got up again!

Until death, the burly man did not understand how he died. Until he quit this game, the burly and strong man was still there with a confused expression.

However, the other "Tier 6" masters in the game saw this scene very clearly.

They clearly saw that the burly man was inexplicably sluggish in the face of the psychic attack, and then directly suffered three consecutive headshots from the flying knife!

“Why is he suddenly in a daze?”

"Is it disconnected?"

"I rely on it! What's the point of breaking the network, can it still be disconnected?"

"I've never heard of a virtual helmet that can be disconnected!"

"It's not disconnected! Don't you realize that his reaction is very similar to an illusion?"

"Illusion? Where did the illusion come from?"

"I also sensed the fluctuating aura of the illusion, and it should have been released by the black soil!"

Many sixth-order masters have noticed that this fluctuating breath comes from the black soil!

"The illusion cast by the black soil?"

"How is it possible? Isn't the black earth a psychic? How can a psychic perform illusions?"

"That's right! Psychic and illusionist are in conflict! If you become a psychic, you cannot become an illusionist; if you become an illusionist, you cannot become a psychic—this should be common sense. what!"

"Even if the black soil is evil and defying the sky, can it go against common sense?"

"But I can't sense it wrong! This illusion fluctuation really comes from the body of the black soil! Moreover, he remotely controls the dagger's psychic fluctuation, and I sense it too!"

"That's weird!"

"Do you think there is a possibility that the black soil is both a psychic and an illusionist... Although this is against common sense, since the day when the black soil was born, it seems that there has not been a day when it is not against common sense. !"

"This also makes sense! It is outrageous to be both a psychic and an illusionist, but isn't it outrageous to be an eighteen-year-old 'late sixth-order'?"

"There are too many outrageous things about the black soil, and there are not many such things!"

After a group of chasing "sixth-order" masters discussed it, they quickly accepted the fact that the black soil "goes against common sense", and also accepted that the black head is both a psychic and an illusionist!

And just as they were talking, another sixth-order master died under the double attack of illusion and psychic power.

This made the remaining sixth-order masters unable to help but panic, because they found that although they were large in number, they seemed to be "flying kites" by the black soil!

After all, among their more than 40 masters, there is no psychic or illusionist! Although they ran behind the black soil and looked menacing, in fact, their group of "short-handed" melee players had no way to cause any damage to the black soil.

On the other hand, the black soil can rely on kite flying, mind power and illusion, and harvest some heads from time to time.

At this time, this game of King of Chicken has just begun, and the scope of activities on the map is still large enough! Therefore, Lin Mo has enough time and space to fly the kite slowly!

"With so many sixth-order masters, shouldn't all of us be put to death by flying kites in black soil?" Someone suddenly said.

This feeling is really uncomfortable!

A large group of people are clearly chasing and killing the black soil, but they have no way to take the black soil, but they will be constantly countered by the black soil!

"What now?"

Almost every ten seconds passed, Lin Mo could seize an opportunity to kill an enemy!

"What can I do? Chase!"

"If they are scattered, they will definitely be destroyed by black soil one by one!"

"That's right! Black soil's combat skills are two small realms higher than ours, and he has special weapons in his hands. At the same time, he also has the dual identities of psychic masters and illusionists! In terms of strength, the black soil has definitely surpassed the sixth-order extreme, which can be called half-step seventh-order! And we are only in the early stage of sixth-order, if we spread our actions, even a small team of five or six people will be defeated by the black soil!"

"There is no other way, we have to chase!"

"Yes! We can only hope that the black soil will be surrounded by us! In that case, if the two fists lose to the four hands, no matter how strong the black soil is, it is impossible to resist attacks from all directions!"

"This is the only way... If we can't surround the black soil, then if we eat chicken in this round, there will be no way to stop the black soil!"

"98 masters teamed up to besiege the black soil, but they were killed instead? After this game is over, the reputation of the black soil will definitely reach a new peak; and we, all will become A stepping stone on the road to the legend of the Black Earth!"

"It is a blessing to be a stepping stone to a legend!"

…

This time.

Gao Haoran and Jiang Mu who was holding him also slowly landed on the ground.

However, they were far from Lin Mo and landed on the top of another mountain.

"The black soil boss is too stubborn! With one attack against a hundred, instead of being injured, he has already killed more than 40 people! Among them, there are many masters of 'sixth order'!"

As time goes on, Gao Haoran sees more and more hope of victory.

"You can win such a match, it's simply against the sky!" Gao Haoran felt even more proud.

In his opinion, the king of chicken eating in such a difficult round, he can be regarded as fighting side by side with the black soil boss!

"The black soil tycoon can defeat a hundred with one, I will definitely take the credit!" Gao Haoran thought happily.

Isn't it?

Without him, Gao Haoran, would this round of "Double Row of Chicken" be possible? No matter how strong the black soil boss is, it is estimated that he can only eat chicken in a single row!

Or, if the teammate of the black soil boss in this round is not a small garbage like Gao Haoran, but a powerful sixth-order master, then... the black soil boss can't "use One against a hundred", but only "two against a hundred!"

It can be seen that Gao Haoran is under the influence of this game!

The more Gao Haoran thought about it, the more excited he became: "I thought that a few days ago was the highlight of my martial arts career! I didn't expect it to be even higher today!"

At this time, Gao Haoran looked at Jiang Mu, who was holding him hostage, but he was not afraid at all, but provocatively said: "You didn't want me to see how the black soil boss was beaten up. I see it now, is that so?"

Jiang Mu on the side did not speak, but frowned, looking in the direction of the black soil.

"What are you looking at! What can you see?" Gao Haoran sneered, "You need a parachute to jump down, and your fighting skills should not even reach the sixth level, right? No matter how carefully you look, no matter how serious you are, as long as you meet my black soil boss, won't you be killed in seconds?"

Jiang Mu ignored Gao Haoran's provocation and was still frowning.

"Hey! Are you listening to me?" Gao Haoran asked, "If you don't listen to me, then I'll leave!"

Even if he hangs up, Gao Haoran feels that he has a high probability of being able to rely on the black soil boss to eat chicken; Of course it's even better!

So seeing Jiang Mu ignoring him, Gao Haoran was about to leave. First, I want to see if I can find a place to fight until the end. Second, I want to search the map to see if I can help the black soil boss find a special weapon.

However, as soon as Gao Haoran turned around, he was grabbed by Jiang Mu's paw and carried back like a chicken. His fat body seemed weightless in Jiang Mu's hands.

"Stay honestly, don't think about running!" Jiang Mu said lightly.

"I..." Gao Haoran was a little angry, raised his fist and smashed it at Jiang Mu.

However, Jiang Mu didn't even bother to take care of him - after all, Gao Haoran is only second-tier! The strength gap between the two sides is too great, Gao Haoran can't even "break the defense"!

"What am I..." Gao Haoran was depressed.

Everyone attacked him casually, but he couldn't break the defense!

"It's so deceiving! I'm weak!" The more Gao Haoran thought about it, the more angry he became, "After this game is over, I'll change my mind, practice hard, and never go again. Great sword!"

As the saying goes, be ashamed and then brave!

Gao Haoran is going to Hou Yong now!

…

Distant.

Under the pursuit and killing of more than 40 "sixth-order" masters, Lin Mo was still unscathed.

And those sixth-order masters were killed instead, leaving only more than 20 people!

In addition, the remaining twenty people are also rapidly decreasing!

The more Lin Mo kills, the less pressure he feels! He even felt that if he continued to kill a few more, he didn't need to run away any more, he just went straight to the front and toughened it up!

After all, Lin Mo can be called the "half-step seventh-order" strength, and he is more than a dozen "sixth-order early stage", so he is quite sure!

"Wait until the number of people chasing down is reduced to about ten! I'll go up and face it!" Lin Mo secretly said.

The clay figurine still has three points!

Being chased and killed all the way, Lin Mo also held his breath!

This breath will be released soon!

The number of Tier 6 masters being hunted down has dropped sharply!

Twenty!

Fifteen!

Eleven!

Lin Mo's eyes lit up suddenly, and his expression lingered: "Kill!"