Chapter 396: Chapter 396: The First Battle Beneath the Summit! Could I Really Lose?

Perfect Life: ......

"Why?"

His expression showed clear confusion as his hands gently moved through the air, sensing the surrounding energy.

This intense killing intent clearly indicated everything had been prepared in advance specifically to attack him. Yet, this action seemed completely unreasonable.

"Does disliking you require a reason?" The Creator said with a laugh.

"But don't you realize this is Number Three's room, belonging to Blank—the 'Martial' room."

"Initiating combat in a martial room will be directly judged as a challenge."

"Meaning this becomes me challenging her. Whether you can defeat me or not is irrelevant—the points gained or lost will only be between the two of us."

Perfect Life frowned, appearing to suspect his opponent didn't understand the rules.

"I told you, I simply dislike you. What does this have to do with the game?"

By now, the numerous mirrors scattered throughout the space had begun rotating, creating a dizzying effect across the entire area.

Xie Antong hadn't moved from her spot on the open ground, but now found herself completely enveloped in this chaotic mirror space, momentarily disoriented about her exact location.

Perfect Life glanced at her, then back at The Creator, letting out a strange cold laugh.

"Hah, what price did she pay to hire you?"

"I'm just curious—how could the world's third-ranked player willingly become someone else's weapon?"

"Tch." The Creator was growing impatient.

"Why won't anyone believe the truth? I just dislike you and want to beat you up!"

Without further words, he immediately launched his attack.

His method of attack was particularly eye-catching—unlike others who used superpowers, his style carried distinct industrial-era vibes.

White light flashed as he instantly created a massive Gatling gun, its several-meter-long ammunition belt draping to the floor.

The next second, the barrels glowed red-hot from extreme temperatures and began spinning wildly.

—This was an actual Gatling gun, not energy bullets!

Deafening gunfire echoes turned the room into an instant battlefield, spent shell casings clattering across the floor in a display of violent aesthetics.

Perfect Life's expression instantly turned serious as he assumed a defensive stance, pushing both palms forward to create an energy vortex before him.

The swirling energy deflected all incoming bullets, sending them scattering in all directions.

Even as a carbon-based lifeform, he instinctively respected such firepower, his expression utterly focused.

But just as his defense seemed perfect, Perfect Life's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Without time to think, he dropped low and rolled aside, looking somewhat disheveled as he turned back.

Another Gatling gun had materialized behind him, firing at his back!

"Heh, quick reflexes."

The Creator laughed before suddenly raising a hand—the surrounding broken mirrors instantly darkened in color.

"How about this?"

Every ricocheting bullet now reflected off the mirrors with completely unreasonable trajectories and undiminished speed!

Two Gatling guns pouring out 3,600 rounds per minute—with zero loss in firepower!

Within moments, the entire room became a bullet hell, the dense barrage weaving an impenetrable net that nearly obscured vision.

Xie Antong remained seated to the side, protected by The Creator's mirror space though visibly shaken.

While this was all part of her scheme, witnessing this first battle beneath the summit still exceeded her expectations.

This level of combat power... couldn't possibly be overcome through numbers alone...

"Stop!"

Unable to maintain his defense, Perfect Life's eyes suddenly blazed gold as he roared like a lion.

Instantly, countless bullets froze midair as if space itself had solidified—even The Creator felt trapped in quicksand.

In the next moment, Perfect Life appeared before him, summoning a halberd with a backward grab.

The halberd carved a violent arc through the air before smashing down onto one Gatling gun.

BOOM!

The explosion didn't warrant a glance—Perfect Life had absolute confidence in his destructive power.

Pivoting his body, the halberd followed his motion in a sweeping strike aimed at The Creator's head.

CRACK!

The kaleidoscopic mirror space shattered like glass, crystalline fragments scattering through the air.

Along with it shattered The Creator's image.

But space flickered as The Creator reappeared behind Perfect Life, palm striking directly for his heart!

Perfect Life's eyebrows shot up as he forcefully twisted his body, using the halberd's back to counterstrike!

BOOM!

Both figures flashed past each other in a brutal exchange.

"Cough!" Perfect Life staggered back, tasting blood though none actually came up.

The Creator meanwhile grimaced, his right arm hanging limp at his side.

"Heh... getting old. These bones aren't what they used to be."

He sighed—this exchange had cost him half a move.

"What a pity."

Perfect Life's expression remained cold as he regarded The Creator.

"You're strong, but no match for me."

"I just find it ironic—this game doesn't need conspiracies when players kill each other without reason."

"Here we are, having never seen the game itself or even 'Sin', already depleting our own forces."

The Creator burst into laughter:

"Haha! Depleting?"

"Sorry, but today you'll lose here."

"And according to that girl over there—you'll lose spectacularly. Probably very painfully too."

Perfect Life: ?

He smiled dismissively, but just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly froze.

His Yin-Yang Hands constantly and instinctively perceived the world's rhythms.

According to the divination he just sensed...

His probability of suffering a crushing defeat here... actually exceeded fifty percent?!

How...?