"..." A long sword and a short sword appeared in Edward's hand: "You are so confident, you don't think your three followers can still move, do you?"

Su Ming'an looked around, and the figures of the three followers also froze on the spot.

The blood that was gradually spreading also solidified for an instant, as if the time around him had been suspended for an instant, leaving only him and Edward still able to move.

"Welcome to my time realm." Edward Jianfeng pointed at him: "Here, I can designate any person for a one-on-one duel, and the time of others has been stopped. If you want to go out, unless you are in

Defeat me here, don’t think the organizer can help you..."

"Have you started introducing your skills?" Su Mingan said: "If you want to be the number one player, just go directly. Don't do such villainous behavior and forcibly lower your winning rate."

Edward didn't understand what he was saying, but it didn't stop him from feeling insulted and provoked.

"You underestimate humans and are too careless." Edward stared at him coldly and said, "I know all your skills, their effects and CDs, but you know nothing about me..."

Invisible fluctuations spread instantly.

Edward's sixth sense instantly alerted him, and he immediately turned around and held up the milky white light shield, blocking Su Ming'an's sudden attack from the sudden spatial displacement.

...0 damage?

The number that popped up stunned Su Mingan for a moment.

...even failed to break through the defense?

He suddenly took a step back and looked at Edward, whose body was flashing with the light of various props Biquge goafoto.com Xisi

Su Ming'an remembered that items must be traded at standard prices in the main god's space. Gifts are not allowed, and prices are not allowed to be lowered. This can avoid a situation where one person is collectively armed and supported by others.

...However, the equipment and props in front of Edward were better than he imagined. The damage value resisted was also too outrageous...

...No, that's not right, it can also be armed.

Su Mingan suddenly remembered a situation - at the end of the first world, Lu Shu presented him with a spirit beast egg.

If it cannot be traded in the main god space, then in the game world, it can be traded, or even given as a gift...

As long as the dungeon where Edward is located is located and a person is sent in to deliver the prepared equipment and props to him, Edward can wear the props forged by the strongest sub-professional players without any effort.

……I see.

...In order to cultivate such a being, those people really spent a lot of money.

Su Mingan glanced at the ranking list in the system column.

The milky white special defense shield finally broke, but no effective damage was caused.

Edward's equipment was so good that all the points earned by the unfinished backup players were spent on him alone, pushing his various values ​​to a new level.

Su Ming'an glanced at the health bar of the person in front of him. The health bar had only dropped a small level, and it looked like there was no chance.

...The opponent's equipment is too good.

With a "bang" sound, Edward knocked him to the ground with a knee, and the sword blade pierced the ground with a "swish" on the side of his face, and blue flames burned on the side of his face.

Su Mingan coughed, his back pressed against the cold ground, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"That's all." Edward looked at him with a sneer, his sea-blue eyes glowing with intense color under the light of the flames.

Su Ming'an didn't move. He couldn't resist with his strength value of 3 points. He just looked at Edward: "...So that's it. In fact, you and I are both pretty sad existences."

"What?"

"I can see your efforts. You want to break away from the control of those people and present yourself as an "independent and autonomous" number one player..." Su Mingan said with a hint of pity.

The flame burned on the side of the face, bringing a burning heat.

Edward looked at him with a sneer: "...Su Ming'an, are you starting again? I've seen your clips and you can speak well, but I'm different from that naive idealist Lu Shu. Don't think you can just say a few words."

Just words can make me retreat..."

"...But you failed, Edward." Su Mingan looked at him: "You kept saying that you wanted to defeat me, that you didn't want to be pushed to the top, that you wanted to be the legitimate number one player...but your glory will start from scratch.

Everything has been decorated down to your feet, and every trace of the source of your strength cannot be separated from the hands behind the scenes. You simply...cannot escape the shackles of being an "artificial number one player"."

Edward's sword deflected, and the flames began to burn on Su Mingan's arm. His sea-like eyes instantly condensed like ice: "You have come to this point, and you still want to influence me? I have read all your remarks, but they are just

The egotistic and foolish heroism of a child..."

"You are escaping." Su Mingan said.

As if ignoring the flames burning on his body, his eyes were frighteningly calm, and he only looked at Edward steadily: "...You are afraid, you don't want to admit this fact."

With a "swish" sound, the sword blade pierced directly into his right arm, and beautiful flames bloomed, like a blooming blue lotus.

The severe pain exploded instantly, and Su Mingan took a breath.

"——A lackey of the organizer, dare to preach to me?" Edward sneered: "You don't need to say more, after becoming the number one player, I will sooner or later eliminate those things that hinder me. I am an independent human being, I am

Players are at least much stronger than what you, the organizer, send."

"——The most tragic thing about a person is that he doesn't realize his own patheticness." Su Mingan endured the pain and said.

"Shua"!

The red dagger in Edward's left hand also stabbed down, and the blood-red frost clung to Su Mingan's left arm, gradually condensing it into a piece of frost.

"You continue, player number one." Edward looked at him with stern eyes: "... Just say something and I will stab you once. I want to see how far you can persist in your so-called faith?"

"Edward..." Su Mingan sighed slightly: "You think you are an independent existence, but you don't know..."

Another fine sword appeared in Edward's hand - his weapons and equipment seemed to be endless. He pierced the blade of Su Mingan's left leg and watched the bright red blood flow out. Then, with a look of "You continue"

Keep looking at him.

"But I don't know..." Su Mingan took a breath and said in a much lower voice: "... people have been passively transformed by the surrounding environment since they were born. I was shaped into what I am today, and also shaped into what I am today by those things.

I am now. You think that your thoughts are independent and free, and that you are the original land, but you don’t know that you have been shaped by the people behind you into what they want... Such you..."

Another shining sword blade was pierced into his right leg.

The blood spread instantly.

"...Yes, it is impossible to become...a human lamp..."

"What do you always say about the lighthouse?" Edward looked at him with a sneer: "You let it save you? To the end? I remember this is what you said, but you stood up and defeated me?

"

The bright red color spread over a large area and spread quickly on the smooth ground.

The blood bar in Su Ming'an's field of vision slid slowly but firmly, falling faster and faster.

"...If, if I didn't get that skill." Su Mingan smiled. Under the torture of many deaths, his mental state had been getting worse and worse for a long time. When he said these words, he even felt that he was not good enough.

It was as if he was lying on the cold ground, or floating in the clouds. The leisurely feeling mixed with tiny pains made his vision gradually blur.

He gasped and whispered: "...Maybe I won't be like this at all..."

"What skills?" Edward became interested.

He was also curious about where this man's prophetic actions came from.

"Sometimes, I even wonder...why, it's me..." Su Ming'an's voice became lower and lower, as if he was about to pass out due to excessive blood loss at any time:

"...But many nights, I have been thinking, if it weren't for this...element that made me a spiritual guide..."

Edward's clear eyes narrowed slightly.

He slowly leaned down, thinking about how to speak to this person, and used an extremely confusing and gentle tone:

"... Come, tell me, tell me the reason for your persistence, tell me your opportunities... In this way, I can inherit your will and go on... Don't you want to be a lighthouse? Since you failed, why not let it go?

I keep going, you also said that you hope someone can defeat you, right?"

The sharp sword blade was held in his hand, and the blade was pointed at Su Mingan's chest.

There was an alluring softness in his tone, more like a whisper when the distance was extremely close, as if the sharpness before was completely gone.

Blood leaked from the corners of Su Mingan's lips:

"...No." His eyes became clear for a moment: "It's useless to tell you - because the one who gets it is me..."

So it is irreplaceable.

In his timeline, once he dies, he will just keep loading files and replay what happened in the past.

This means that even if he fails, he will never stop and will only repeat.

To others, death means rest, failure, and starting over.

For him, there is only "success" as the only route to take, and he cannot even try a failed death.

Otherwise, there will only be repetition forever.

He cannot get rid of this burden.

Edward's eyes turned cold for a moment.

"Boring." The sword blade in his hand moved: "...You want to shake me, but it's meaningless. I won't change because of any of your words. Now, you have lost the last trace of available value. So-called

...Player No. 1. I admire your efforts, but I am also disappointed with your ignorance..."

"Edward, you have been very successfully molded by them." Su Mingan's words instantly angered him.
To be continued...