"You?" The Glory voice system allowed players to speak directly in-game, but at this moment, the three of them could only use their expressions to show their utter shock. The sharpshooter before them—there really wasn't a single trace of a top player about him from head to toe.

"Don't waste our attempts, okay!" one of them couldn't help but say.

"Haha." James Carter laughed. "His gear is pretty shabby, but his skills are actually quite good."

"What's his win rate in the Arena?" someone asked. That was the most convincing statistic.

"97.8%." James Carter didn't even blink as he directly changed the 6 in Ethan Brooks's win rate to a 9. The Glory Arena was a scene in the main city; only by entering could you access Arena mode, and the Arena rankings could only be checked there. James Carter knew the three of them definitely couldn't verify it right now, so he boasted without any pressure. Besides, it wasn't entirely a lie. Ethan Brooks was always testing equipment, skills, and all sorts of random designs in the Arena, often suddenly running off to take notes or look things up mid-fight—no wonder he lost so much. If he really played to win, James Carter believed a 97.8% win rate wouldn't be a problem for Ethan Brooks.

"Alright, let's not waste time. Let's get started and try to clear it in one go," Ethan Brooks said.

"So how are we supposed to do this!" one of them was still freaking out. With a super expert like James Carter acknowledging Ethan Brooks's skills, everyone immediately believed it, and they just pretended not to care about how low the DPS would be with that ragged gear. But to set a record, you had to be super efficient, right? No strategy, no coordination, just charging in—could they really set a record like this?

"Kill any monsters you see. Let's go." Ethan Brooks's answer was as simple as could be. As he spoke, he was already inside the dungeon, followed by James Carter's One Autumn Leaf. The other three were stunned for a full second before finally following.

Once inside, they saw the two of them had already rushed out to pull mobs.

"Damn, they're really not kidding about killing any monsters they see!" one of them shouted.

The First-line Canyon dungeon was for levels 31-33, and for players at this level, running it three times a day was a must. These three were all level 32, just like James Carter, so they were among the top-level players in the game and were very familiar with this dungeon. But they'd never experienced such a straightforward, brute-force approach before.

"Speed, speed, speed!" Ethan Brooks just urged them on. His Qiu Mu Su wielded two broken revolvers, firing nonstop—truly killing any monsters he saw. In the blink of an eye, all six mobs at the dungeon entrance were pulled.

"Oh my god..." The three of them felt their legs go weak. They had over a 70% win rate in the Arena, which was pretty good. But in this dungeon, pulling six mobs at once right from the start—they'd never seen that before. Normally, the MT would pull, the healer would heal, and at most they'd pull two mobs at a time; well-geared teams might try three. But now, a guy dressed like a beggar was pulling six at once—what a show of force! The three of them immediately thought he must be from the Beggar's Sect or something. His gear was trash, but that was tradition. Martial arts skill wasn't about what you wore. Rumor had it the most powerful sect leader had to be spat on when taking office!

But six mobs at once—how were they supposed to kill them?

The three of them didn't even know where to start, and there was no one giving commands. Then they saw James Carter's One Autumn Leaf charge in, weaving around, his battle spear sweeping, poking, and striking. In no time, all six mobs were gathered together, and with a flick of his sleeve—Night Cloak, a low-level Spellblade skill—all six mobs were instantly grouped up.

"What are you guys doing? Start DPSing!" Ethan Brooks shouted, snapping the three of them out of their daze. Now they truly understood what it meant to be crushed by skill. Before this, they really couldn't imagine that skill could reach such a peak.

"A top player with over a 90% win rate is just insane," one of them sighed.

"It's not 90%, it's 100%!" another corrected him seriously.

"I wonder who's stronger, him or Desert Smoke?"

"I've watched Desert Smoke's Arena matches—he's really fierce."

At first, the three of them were nervous, but gradually they realized—there was no pressure, really no pressure at all. Pulling, kiting, grouping, killing—the experts handled it all. All they had to do was pump out DPS. As for the basic things to watch out for, they weren't newbies—did they really need to be told?

The three of them mindlessly DPSed while happily chatting. And as for Ethan Brooks's skills, they were now fully convinced. His DPS wasn't great, but that was just because his gear was too poor. His technique was flawless—he did everything he was supposed to. So far, of all the interruptible skills the mobs could use, had even one gotten off? Not a single one—they'd all been interrupted by this guy.

When they reached the final boss, Ethan Brooks's performance reached its peak. There were twelve elite mobs around the boss. Normally, players would carefully control the distance, pulling one or two at a time. This strategy had been developed after countless player deaths. Even now, countless teams wiped here every day because they accidentally pulled too many.

But then, Ethan Brooks made his entrance.