newbobooks Chapter 508 Who is that...?
Chapter 508 Who is that...?
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The battlefield suddenly fell silent.
Everyone stopped.
Those players still charging forward, those players still shouting "Final blow," those players with bloodshot eyes and crazed hearts—
Everything stopped.
Because they saw that person.
The person standing on top of the boss's head.
"Who...is that?"
Someone murmured, their voice trembling, and the weapon in their hand clattered to the ground without them noticing.
No one answered.
But everyone's pupils contracted at the same instant.
Because that person moved.
He simply lifted one foot slightly.
Then--
He stepped on it.
"boom--!!!"
It's not a sound.
It's a feeling.
It felt like the whole earth was trembling.
Kisla's eighteen-meter-tall body, its massive, mountain-like form, the ferocious beast that had just slaughtered tens of thousands of players—
He immediately lay down.
Kneeling on all fours.
His head slammed into the ground.
It created a crater with a diameter of thirty meters.
Smoke and dust rose, obscuring the sky and the sun, while gravel flew like rain.
No one speaks.
No one is breathing.
Only one thought remained in everyone's mind:
"Is this... even human?"
The smoke and dust cleared.
That person was still standing on top of the boss's head.
But the boss's head was already buried in the ground.
Its two blood-red eyes went out.
Its body was still convulsing, its four legs kicking the ground unconsciously, but everyone knew—
It's dead.
That level 60 boss that killed tens of thousands of players, that monster whose health Zhang Tianya and his team barely managed to whittle down to 80%—
He was trampled to death.
They didn't even use any skills.
They didn't even use any weapons.
Just one kick.
......
In the distance, a player rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again, and then slapped himself in the face.
A crisp "snap" rang out clearly in the silent battlefield.
"It hurts...it's not a dream..."
"Holy crap..." The person next to him gaped, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor, his eyes wide as saucers. "Is this even possible for a human?"
A mage stared blankly at the staff in his hand, then at the figure standing atop the boss's head, and murmured:
"My fireball, which takes three seconds to cast, only deals 1 point of damage to the boss... and he just stomped on it... and killed the boss?"
He turned to his teammate beside him: "Bro, tell me, am I under some kind of illusion spell?"
His teammate looked equally stunned: "If you win, I'll win too."
"No, am I hallucinating? Wasn't the boss just unleashing a powerful attack, killing dozens of enemies with a single swipe? How did it get...dead now?"
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? I want to know too!"
Another soldier plopped down on the ground, not even bothering to pick up his helmet which had rolled to the side.
"I charged in three times just now, and it only took me 300 points of health off the boss. 300 points! And that's from one kick..."
"Stop talking, brother, stop talking."
The pastor next to him patted him on the shoulder with a sympathetic look, "Some things, try to think more positively."
"What a load of rubbish!"
The soldier suddenly became agitated, "I saved up three months' worth of potions and poured them all in!! And then what? Then they just kicked me!!!"
The pastor was silent for two seconds, then said quietly, "So what else do you want? To go and ask him for compensation?"
The warrior opened his mouth, looked at the figure standing on the boss's head, then at the 30-meter-diameter pit, and obediently shut his mouth.
......
A gathering place for players in the Western Frontier.
A dead silence.
Some people had their mouths agape, some stared wide-eyed, and some didn't even notice that the roasted meat in their hands had fallen to the ground.
"that......"
One of the assassins spoke up timidly, "Weren't we just discussing how to steal the boss?"
No one answered him.
After a long while, a shield warrior finally spoke up in a low voice, "Rob? What are you going to rob? Your life?"
"I was just saying..."
"Talking about it won't work either."
The shield warrior pointed to the deep pit. "See that pit? Do you want to be trampled like that?"
The assassin imagined himself being trampled into mincemeat, shuddered, and fell silent.
Another mage suddenly spoke up: "I remember it was him during the first overlapping period."
"Yes, I heard about it too. I thought it was just hype at the time."
"And now?"
"Now......"
The monk smiled wryly, "Now I believe."
An archer nearby sighed, "So all we've done here, with a bunch of people dying, is just to work for him?"
"Otherwise what?"
The mage patted him on the shoulder, "Take it easy. It's an honor for you to work for the number one player in the entire server."
"Honor my ass!!!"
"...Keep your voice down, don't let him hear."
"What do you mean, 'What?' Does he think he can get down and step on me?"
What do you think?
The archer glanced at the deep pit, then immediately lowered his voice: "...Then let's not hear it."
......
A thief lay directly on the ground, limbs outstretched, gazing at the sky.
"I'm not playing anymore, I can't play anymore."
"What's wrong, bro?"
"During the first overlap, Lin Tian kills the boss. During the second overlap, Lin Tian still kills the boss. What are we doing here? Just serving as background?"
The person next to him paused for a moment, then nodded: "What you said seems to make some sense."
"So, let's just give up, we can't win anyway."
The thief rolled over, finding a more comfortable position. "I've decided," he said, "from now on, whenever Lin Tian has something to do, I'll just lie down and watch the show."
"Watching a play?"
"Yeah, look at that kick just now, wasn't it cool? One kick and he killed a level 60 boss, this ticket was worth it."
"...You have a really good attitude."
"What else can you do? Cry and shout 'It's unfair'? What's the use?"
The person next to him thought for a moment and then lay down as well.
"You're right, just lie down."
Soon, a group of people were lying on the ground.
A warrior with a thick beard gripped his battle axe tightly, his eyes fixed on the figure.
"Boss, what are you doing?" the underling next to him asked in a low voice.
"I'm thinking, if I rush up now, could I...?"
"Can you do what?"
"Can I touch him?"
The underling looked terrified: "Boss, are you crazy? You want to be trampled to death?"
"I'll just think about it."
"Thinking about it won't work! Look at that pit!"
The bearded man glanced at the deep pit, then at the battle axe in his hand, and silently put it away.
"Never mind, we'll talk about it later."
"That's more like it."
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the other side.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!!!"