"That ammo expert, what's their name, something Hua!" someone replied.

"What Hua?" Big Smith heard a voice as if it was right next to his ear—it was a knight standing beside him in the game, speaking with heavy sarcasm.

But Big Smith saw, in the afterglow of the setting sun, several long, slanting shadows drifting over. He raised his view, facing the sunset. The sunlight wasn't so blinding, and several clusters of shadows were rapidly approaching.

"Watch out!" Big Smith shouted, quickly maneuvering Luohuawangji to dash and thrust to the side.

"Watch out for what?" The knight was still laughing.

The shadows fell—Hua had arrived.

Explosive fireworks instantly engulfed the knight, and it didn't stop there. Gunfire and thunder followed, and waves of light and shadow continued to expand in the area. Big Smith hurriedly moved Luohuawangji to dodge the explosions. In the rapidly spinning view, a high-speed figure caught his eye.

"Over there!" Big Smith shouted.

"What? Over where?" No one else had any idea what he was talking about.

"Damn!" In the internet café, two people slammed their keyboards in unison. That knight, and another person close by, both bloomed into two little white flowers in the dazzling light and shadow.

"One o'clock! No, eleven o'clock! Nine o'clock!!" Big Smith stared hard at that character, shouting reminders to his teammates. That guy was moving too fast, constantly shifting positions without pause.

"Big Smith, what are you talking about!!" The others just couldn't keep up with his pace.

"That something Hua!" Big Smith said angrily. He couldn't make out the character's name either—the opponent was cunning, making full use of the chaotic melee and other characters' positions as cover, constantly hiding their own figure. As a result, the name wasn't fully visible, but it wasn't intentional. In such a chaotic fight, it really was hard to see any one character's ID clearly.

Since no one else could handle it, he'd have to do it himself!

Charge!

Big Smith's Luohuawangji gripped the greatsword upside down and charged forward. A swordsman leapt out to block the way.

Reverse Slash!

Luohuawangji, who had already positioned the greatsword behind him during the charge, was ready to strike. The sudden Reverse Slash caught the opponent off guard—by the time they noticed, it was too late to dodge or parry.

The swordsman was slashed into the air. The operator was skilled, trying to adjust midair and counterattack with Silver Light Falling Blade, but a crimson sword shadow was already cleaving down.

Bloodshadow Mad Blade!

Wielding a sword, but named for a blade.

The Berserker class had many slashing skills; it was less like a swordsman and more like a blade master. But whether it was a blade or a sword, this swordsman had already been cut down, the crimson sword shadow even piercing through his body and landing behind him.

Boom!

The ground seemed to tremble. With one slash, a bloody path was carved out, and Luohuawangji charged straight into the enemy ranks. The greatsword whirled wildly, and in the blink of an eye, several opponents were sent flying.

"Watch out, watch out for that Berserker!" The enemy players' frantic shouts began to ring out on the battlefield.

"Which one, which one?" someone asked.

"That one, something Hua!" someone yelled.

Again with the something Hua.

There was a something Hua on this side, and a something Hua on that side. And right now, this something Hua was charging straight at that something Hua.

But it wasn't going to be that simple.

The opponent had previously just used other characters as cover, but now, they had conjured up a field of light and shadow, their figure flickering in and out of sight.

Let's see how long you can last!

Big Smith refused to let up, knowing that this ammo expert's playstyle relied heavily on skills. Such a continuous burst of skills would surely consume a lot of mana.

But in the next moment, Big Smith realized that while the opponent's mana was being drained, his own team's health was also dropping rapidly under such attacks. Almost no one could dodge in time—waves of light and shadow, a wide area of coverage, sealing off the enemy while also coordinating with their own team's attacks. What started as a chaotic brawl, thanks to this player's maneuvering, now had the enemy's ragtag group attacking in rhythm.

But if rhythm can be established, it can also be broken!

Charge! Keep charging!

Big Smith stopped fixating solely on the opponent and instead deliberately disrupted their attack plans. The relentless slashing had long since stained his blade with blood, and the blood spray from the greatsword was no less dazzling than those explosive lights and shadows.

"Block him, block him!" The shouts continued, but grew fewer and fewer—not because people didn't care, but because more and more had already fallen during the attempt to organize.

Fallen in the light and shadow, fallen in the blood spray.

The ground was littered with players' corpses and dropped equipment. But there was no pause at all—this battle had reached the point where whoever relaxed first would be the first to fall.

It's a fight, so there must be a winner and a loser!

"Where do you think you're going!" Big Smith shouted, as the rampaging Luohuawangji charged forward and leapt with his sword.

Mountain-Crushing Strike!

The greatsword slashed down, and all around were corpses—this chaotic melee had been fought down to just two people. The ammo expert had lost the chance to use other characters as cover and was finally caught by Big Smith, who tracked his movement path.

What Hua?

It really was something Hua.

At this moment, Big Smith saw it clearly: it was Baihua, Baihua Luan.