Chapter Ninety-Seven: A Surge of Masters

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“Puff puff puff puff puff!” The sound of blades slicing flesh erupted incessantly, the air currents striking 186o like high-pressure water jets. Yet 186o kept laughing.

Above his head, damage numbers appeared continuously—each one reading “-1.”

Strictly speaking, this was the system’s enforced minimum damage value, meaning Feng Yixiao’s maximum damage output posed no threat whatsoever to his defense.

After about ten seconds, the Storm Blade ceased. 186o stood there laughing heartily, leaving everyone else stunned, including Wuhua, who found it unbelievable. This man’s defense was likely on par with his own, and 186o hadn’t even activated a shield.

Feng Yixiao was petrified. He stepped back two paces, gritting his teeth. “Come at me with another strike if you dare.” With that, his energy staff began to whirl, tracing circles in the air—the prelude to his ultimate move. Controllers typically gather their mana and condense elemental power before unleashing their strongest skills. Of course, some masters have perfected ultimate moves that require no preparation, but none had yet demonstrated such feats in Star Wars.

A warrior of 186o’s caliber had vast battle experience. While enduring the Storm Blade, he had already completed his mana gathering. When Feng Yixiao swung his staff again, 186o would no longer allow him to show off.

Suddenly, Feng Yixiao’s vision blurred as a massive, five to six-meter-long bolt of electricity materialized before him—shaped unmistakably like a sword.

“Ding-ling!”

The sound of a shield shattering.

“Puchi!”

The gruesome sound of flesh being torn apart.

“-3613!”

The tip of the sword pierced through his chest and emerged from his back.

He could hardly believe it. His total gear and physique combined to 2,500 points, plus 36% electric resistance, and a D-grade whirlwind shield. Yet 186o had just slain him in a single strike. The power of this electric technique rivaled Wuhua’s “Star of Finland.”

As Feng Yixiao transformed into a flash of white light, he shouted loudly, “Cheater! There’s a cheater! Yuqing, I love you. I’ll love you forever. My love for you can move heaven and earth…”

Wuhua and the others burst out laughing. Even Long Zhan Xingye, a typically solemn man, couldn’t help but smile. This death was absurdly comical.

But 186o’s smile suddenly froze—something hovered above his head.

Looking up, a massive telekinetic orb slammed down onto his head. Behind the crowd, Hanmei Aoxue smiled coldly: “You men just love to show off. Now die.”

“Daring to ambush me?” In that critical moment, 186o trembled, and with a sharp metallic “clang,” his lightning shield flared to life.

The telekinetic orb landed on him but did not explode or cause damage. Instead, the electricity running through the shield intensified, its color turning golden, as if absorbing the orb’s energy.

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Hanmei Aoxue’s expression changed, and the others stared in disbelief. What a terrifying Controller—his strength was truly unfathomable.

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