045 An Instant Kill!

Arrogant! Extremely arrogant! Absolutely insufferable!

Players love a spectacle, and they especially love players who act cocky and stir up trouble. Chen Feng’s personality perfectly catered to their tastes, and they began to cheer him on incessantly. Furthermore, the Cobra organization was shrouded in mystery; many players hadn't even heard of them. To them, having an organization was no big deal—the arena was a place for raw strength, and they were firmly on Chen Feng’s side.

"Hey, Reptile organization, the guy told you to pick a map, hurry up!" some players urged, seeing Mad Virus glaring at Chen Feng with a dark face, wasting everyone's time instead of selecting a map.

"I bet even if he picks the map, he'll still lose! He’s only got one purple weapon, while the other guy’s off-hand is already purple. How is he supposed to compete?" Many were unaware that Mad Virus’s true power lay in his god-tier "Clone" skill and his "Schizophrenia" ability. They assumed he would lose to Chen Feng simply because his gear couldn't keep up.

Even if Chen Feng’s main-hand weapon was the orange-grade Sword of the Brotherhood, it would at best only cancel out Mad Virus’s god-tier skill; it might not even match the combination of his god-tier ability and his Schizophrenia.

"If you're going to pick, do it fast! Don't hold up the rotation of the earth! I don't care if I miss breakfast, but don't force the rest of the players in the world to miss theirs, too!" Seeing Mad Virus still staring him down, Chen Feng spoke up again to belittle him.

"Random Map 444!" Mad Virus had entered a state of frenzy. His teammates knew all too well that once he reached this state, he was terrifying—it was a condition of extreme mental focus. He was like a cobra now, eyes locked onto its prey, waiting for the split second to strike.

Because this wasn't a standard flat-floor arena, they had to enter a spatial arena. Watching his opponent invite him in, Chen Feng smiled and remarked, "Isn't 444 just asking to die a few more times? There’s no cure for being stupid!"

Once Chen Feng entered the random map, everyone rushed to spectate. How could they miss such a sensational event? Watching a live match was far more thrilling; there was no point in watching a recording if you already knew the outcome.

Lava Peninsula!

This map was a section of the lava region in District 19. It featured a peninsula surrounded by molten lava. The peninsula itself held some dilapidated stone structures—a rare sight in an otherwise bleak, dark, rocky wasteland.

After being teleported into the map, Chen Feng stood motionless. Six seconds later, he entered stealth. He began prowling the area; he had no intention of rushing to fight Mad Virus. The guy was in a frenzy, desperate for someone to vent his rage on, and Chen Feng needed him to cool down before he struck.

The weakness of Mad Virus was that he entered his berserk state far too easily; once he calmed down, that was when he was most vulnerable. It wasn't that Chen Feng had no way to defeat him, but he wanted to crush him so thoroughly he couldn't even talk back. Besides, Chen Feng didn't intend to reveal his true strength yet; otherwise, he would be wasting this golden opportunity for future encounters.

The Arcane Mage and the others had initially thought that once Arthur (Mad Virus) entered his frenzied state, he would easily blast Chen Feng to pieces. But seeing Chen Feng in no hurry, circling around in stealth and refusing to engage, they began to worry that Mad Virus might slowly cool down, which would spell trouble.

"Damn, this Mad Virus can actually split into three clones? That’s a god-tier skill! No wonder Duan Chen Feng wouldn't go near him; he was figuring out how to deal with it." Seeing Mad Virus summon three clones—four Enhancement Shamans in total—the crowd wondered how Chen Feng could possibly handle that alone.

"Four against one, no wonder the guy didn't want to back down even when challenged. I think he has a better chance of winning!" Mad Virus’s skills were a bit broken, and many players felt the outcome was already decided.

"Four people staying huddled together—even I wouldn't come out!" Seeing Chen Feng remain in stealth, no one accused him of playing dirty. Besides, it wasn't a professional tournament; there were no referees to penalize Chen Feng for passive play.

"I like this Warrior, he’s so confident!" Seeing Chen Feng completely relaxed, even lying comfortably on a black rock and gazing at the sky, some players grew fond of his personality. It was as if he didn't view his opponent as a threat at all.

There was no time limit for the random map, so Chen Feng could afford to wait. The Enhancement Shaman had a skill to swap positions with his clones; Chen Feng absolutely had to force him to split those four clones up before he would emerge.

A full 30 minutes passed, and not a single player left; they were dying to see how Chen Feng would strike. Finally, Mad Virus cooled down, and the four clones split up to hunt for Chen Feng. As long as they could flush him out, everything would be manageable.

"About time. Let's get to work!"

Chen Feng leaped off the black rock and began stalking toward one of the clones. Everyone held their breath; they had waited 30 minutes for this exact moment.

Charge!

A short-range 8-meter charge. Chen Feng followed up with a Bloodthirst. Unless he triggered a free Whirlwind Strike, Chen Feng already had 80 points of Rage stored (20 from Battle Shout, 20 from Charge, 25 from breaking stealth, and 15 from Bloodthirst). However, Chen Feng didn't plan to trigger "God Mode"; he simply unleashed a flurry of attacks.

Mad Virus tried to parry Chen Feng’s left-hand strike to block a potential Whirlwind Strike, but Chen Feng didn't use it—he just used basic attacks. He let him parry, focusing his main-hand Giant Strike directly onto him. Usually, a Whirlwind Strike is used the moment it procs, and Mad Virus had anticipated this. But a Whirlwind Strike only counts if it lands on the target; if the opponent is trying to parry, why use it?

It must be noted that Chen Feng’s main hand held the orange Sword of the Brotherhood. A Giant Strike dealt 800 damage, while Thunder Strike and Tiger Strike dealt 1,200 and 700 respectively—a cumulative 2,800 damage. By the time Mad Virus realized Chen Feng was relying on his main-hand attacks and tried to dodge, Chen Feng’s left hand suddenly accelerated, delivering three Whirlwind Strikes.

Chen Feng had intentionally slowed his attack speed earlier to make it easy for Mad Virus to parry, but the sudden acceleration caught him off guard. He was slammed for 3,000 health, leaving him with only 800 HP remaining.

If Chen Feng had activated "God Mode," the opponent would have used Astral Shift or Shamanistic Rage to negate the damage. It was better to lead him into a false sense of security; if Chen Feng didn't use his "God Mode," the opponent wouldn't use his damage-mitigation skills. For Mad Virus, there was a reason not to use his defensive skills—if he used them and Chen Feng didn't commit to "God Mode" but instead ran away, wouldn't he have wasted his skills for nothing? He never imagined that even if his three clones came to help, Chen Feng would be able to kill him so decisively.

Do not underestimate Chen Feng’s output. Even without using "Rage Slash," his lethality was immense. Chen Feng’s main hand was an orange weapon, a fact Mad Virus had completely forgotten. Trying to out-damage Chen Feng was a losing battle. One was in plate armor, the other in leather; Chen Feng had an orange weapon in his main hand and a purple in his off-hand, while Mad Virus had a purple in his main and a gold in his off-hand—the tiers were entirely different. Moreover, Chen Feng had successfully distracted him by making him watch for the free Whirlwind Strike.

The three Enhancement Shamans had rushed over, but Mad Virus never expected Chen Feng’s output to be so violent. He had dropped his HP so low with just basic attacks. Even activating defensive skills now was useless, so Mad Virus swapped positions with his original body.

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Seeing the light flash at Mad Virus’s feet, Chen Feng immediately stowed his off-hand weapon, gripped the Sword of the Brotherhood with his right hand, and drew Frostmourne with his left. He activated "Reckless" (increasing critical strike chance by 50%) and "Abusive Critical" (increasing damage by 40% while taking 20% extra damage and losing 30% of his current health). In a critical moment, one must use high-damage skills. "Avatar" only increased damage by 20% and couldn't be used with "Abusive Critical." For this kill, Chen Feng went all-in. He didn't even have time to plant his Skeleton Battle Standard; in a moment like this, 0.1 seconds could change everything.

Frostmourne’s first strike, a Frost-charged critical hit, dealt 5,562 damage, while the Sword of the Brotherhood in his off-hand dealt 2,834 damage. Mad Virus was instantly vaporized, not even given the chance to activate his damage-mitigation skills.

The arena match was long, but the exciting parts only lasted a few seconds. Preventing the opponent from using defensive skills, denying them their magic rings—that was the hallmark of a Fury Warrior.

"Fury Warriors are this strong?" A single instant-kill hit, and that was while the opponent was at full health! The players were stunned. In their eyes, Fury Warriors were trash—their output relied entirely on their weapon, they were ineffective in the arena, they were always starved for Rage, and whenever they popped their big cooldowns, the enemy would just use a defensive skill to block it. It was considered a useless class, yet in Chen Feng’s hands, it displayed god-like burst power.

"So arrogant and badass! This Fury Warrior is my idol!" A Fury Warrior jumped into the arena and loudly declared his fandom. Fury Warriors were looked down upon in the early stages; no one wanted them in dungeons, they lacked AoE for leveling, and they were weak in the arena. They had no status. But Chen Feng’s display of power had solidified this player’s resolve to play a Fury Warrior.

Chen Feng didn't care what others thought; he knew he had made a name for himself today! A Fury Warrior needed to be like his weapon—he couldn't afford to be low-key. Generally, the more low-key a Fury Warrior was, the worse their weapon and the weaker their skill.

"How about that magic ring and that trashy purple axe? The Reptile organization wouldn't be poor sports, would they?" Chen Feng shrugged and walked up to Mad Virus, flashing a cheeky grin.

"I’ll get it back sooner or later, you just wait!" Mad Virus had to honor his promise. If the Cobra organization went back on their word, who would ever do business with them again? Besides, Shadow Corner had acted as a witness; if he didn't pay up, the organization would have to pay the penalty.

Taking the magic ring, Chen Feng flipped it into the air, caught it, and spoke to it: "You need to be the real deal to walk the walk. If you don't have the skill, don't go around acting arrogant. Not everyone is qualified to own you!"

"You..."

Mad Virus raised his fist, wanting to strike Chen Feng, but Chen Feng turned his head away and said, "If you can't handle losing, don't play in the arena. Go back to that Reptile organization of yours and study for a few more years before you come back to see me!"

Watching Mad Virus being dragged away by his two teammates, Chen Feng looked at the purple one-handed axe. It felt like garbage. Seeing an Enhancement Shaman from the China region watching from the side, he jumped down, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I think this purple axe belongs to someone with real skill, not trash. I believe in you—you’ll be a great Enhancement Shaman one day!"

All eyes turned to the Barbarian Enhancement Shaman in his full set of Black Iron gear. Chen Feng had handed him the purple axe right in front of everyone. Wasn't this a slap in the face to the Cobra organization and Mad Virus? Their "three-clone" Enhancement Shaman in full Gold leather armor wasn't even as good as a guy in Black Iron gear?

"I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you..." Mad Virus couldn't take it anymore; he was ready to kill. It took a Warlock and a Thief pinning his arms to drag him away.

Chen Feng shrugged and shook his head: "If you can't lose, you can't lose. I don't even necessarily want your ring and your trashy axe. I’m going to collect all the magic rings sooner or later anyway."

"Duan Chen Feng, don't get too arrogant! If you dare to step out into the open map, I’ll make sure you never come back!" The Arcane Mage was truly furious this time. He had seen arrogant people, but never anyone as arrogant as Chen Feng. If this were real life, he would have killed him already. In all his time playing the game, he had never been this angry. Humiliating his teammates was one thing—he could endure that because Mad Virus had brought it on himself—but humiliating the organization? That, he could not forgive!

"These are the so-called high-end players from the Reptile organization. If you can't handle losing, don't come here, and don't threaten me with 'open maps.' If you could kill me, you would have done it already. Don't think you're something special. I despise those trashy organizations that use their numbers to bully people. Can't win one-on-one, so you bring a whole group to ambush me?" Chen Feng stared back at the Arcane Mage, completely unfazed. He walked right up to him and retorted, "If the Reptile organization is so great, find someone to fight me right now! If I lose, I’ll even kneel and apologize to your Reptile organization!"

"Let’s go!" The Arcane Mage wasn't provoked. He knew clearly that even he might not be a match for Chen Feng right now. He had ways to deal with him, but the odds weren't high.

Watching the spirits of the Cobra organization fade away, Chen Feng felt the fun was over. He wondered who else would come up to hand over their gear. Just as Chen Feng returned to the center of the stage, someone else stepped up!