Chapter 200: Chapter 200: The Girl's Blush, Everyone Shows Their Skills

Chiyo Eine raised her right hand made of Black Water and slowly covered her ruined eye.

A sharp pain still throbbed faintly in both spots, reminding her to stay humble and composed.

Looking at the blank space before her, she slowly spoke:

"Your ability... it’s not combat-based, is it?"

"You’re not my match."

Xie Antong adjusted her helmet and replied gracefully,

"I know."

Right now, it felt like there were three voices constantly arguing in her mind, clashing and struggling, making her feel on the verge of madness.

One was a manic, chaotic laugh; one was a strange side effect—an odd voice that emerged after repeated drug use.

But on the outside, she didn’t show any abnormal signs—she even looked a little excited.

This was a gamble between the game and the world. Right in front of her was the World Number Three, while World Number One and Seven were battling a Divine Creation in the distance.

Within visible range, everything was Black Water. Around her were all sorts of superpowers she wouldn’t even have dared to imagine a few months ago.

Struggles.

Schemes.

Death.

All of this was just too interesting. And she was a key part of it all—staking her life at the gambling table, going against the world’s top elites.

Wasn’t that a kind of blessing?

It was like she had entered another state of mind. The laughter of "Sin" echoed in her head, so she laughed along. That voice in her head tempted her—should she join in? She said yes.

A smile even unconsciously crept onto her face as she began to enjoy the crisis in front of her.

She felt like she was starting to understand why "Sin" was always laughing.

Chiyo Eine: ?

She watched the girl acknowledge she wasn’t her match, yet smiled without a hint of nervousness—it was making her nervous instead.

Chiyo Eine glanced anxiously toward the distance, bit her lip, and said:

"If you crush your Beacon, I can guarantee you’ll survive till the end of this game."

"Please believe me."

Xie Antong smiled happily, covering her mouth and said:

"Of course I believe you. You don’t seem like a warmonger at all."

"It’s just that I feel... getting to fight you seems like an honor. I’d be glad to."

Her eyes curved into charming crescents, and then she pulled a few sticks of incense from her Backpack—completely unlike someone looking at an enemy.

"Hope you’ll strike with killing intent and go all out~"

Chiyo Eine looked into her opponent’s eyes through the helmet and suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. She slowly lowered her head, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks.

But soon, her gaze firmed up. With a wave of her hand, countless tentacles in the Black Water within a one-kilometer radius began to stir simultaneously.

She clasped her fists together in the traditional greeting of an ancient Huaguo warrior and said to Xie Antong:

"Please."

Xie Antong flicked her fingers, and the incense in her hand was instantly lit, burning rapidly.

At the same moment, Chiyo Eine realized that a large number of tentacles in the Black Water field she controlled turned to ash—withered and beyond her control.

"Please."

"Sigh, fighting you people really burns money..."

"But I guess it’s fine. If I die, then whatever~"

...

The two figures burst into action, darting across the Black Water Array, their movements interchanging like a martial arts duel in an ink wash painting.

At the same time, Chiyo Eine blocked off the visuals of the battle here, doing her best to create an enclosed space, avoiding the attention of nearby civilians.

In other words, she was lowering the priority of being targeted, letting the Divine Creations go after the other Players first.

Especially those two—"Sun" and "Sin."

The sound of Players being eliminated kept ringing out, but to her, at this moment, none of them were key figures.

As long as the strongest aren’t defeated, the game is never truly winnable.

She had to... quickly take care of this one in front of her!

...

Boom!

The sound of a Fireball exploding suddenly rang out. In Tokyo’s dark night, the explosion’s light was blinding enough to hurt the eyes—

—if people insisted on looking.

A red Divine Creation let out a wail and was blasted backward by the explosion, crashing to the ground like a burnt chicken.

But it clearly hadn’t taken any critical damage. It twisted its neck on the ground and charged forward again.

Of course, what awaited it was another explosion, flinging it away again.

"F**k! So this thing’s only got this much skill? That’s it?!"

"What’s all this talk about Divine Creation? Gimme a break!"

In the still night, a booming voice practically roared out—it was Sun.

He still had that blatant, flamboyant attitude—actually, he was even worse than before.

A 2.5-meter-tall Fire Giant swaggered down the street, leaving scorched earth in his wake, like a dark overlord emerging from the night.

He was practically announcing to all of Tokyo—I’m a Player. If you’ve got a problem, come at me.

Along the way, he could clearly see people casting sneaky glances at him.

Now that everyone knew the Hunter was Tokyo, everyone here was his enemy. So of course, he didn’t hold back. The moment someone looked at him—boom, Fireline.

He had already lost count of how many cars he’d blown up along the way.

Now, he was the only one strutting down the street. There wasn’t another soul in sight—they had all gone into hiding, not daring to face him openly.

"Weren’t you all supposed to be Hunters?! So why ain’t anyone coming for me?!"

His roars echoed through the city, but no one responded. Everyone wisely avoided provoking this lunatic.

Maybe because he was too flashy, he finally attracted a Divine-crafted Hunter, so he started managing the distance—bombing from afar.

To him, these things lacked intelligence and were easier to handle. Unlike "Sin" earlier, who insisted on going melee and nearly beat him to death.

As long as he kept his distance and bombed away, he’d be fine.

But even though he talked big, after enough bombing, he started to realize something was off—this thing’s body was way too tough.

"Sin" killed one of these in hand-to-hand combat?!

Tsk.

Meathead.

He might be bumbling around like a fool, but he was executing what Lu Ce had assigned him to do—make a big splash and draw as much attention as possible.

He figured it wouldn’t be long before a bunch of Hunters showed up.

But right now, he was feeling a bit anxious—and a sense of crisis.

Because a certain message had popped up on his Player Panel for the fourth time already.

——[Hunter has been killed. Killer: [Sin]!]

"F**k, what the hell are you doing?"

"Using your ultimate move already?"