MMB Chapter 345 I didn't want it to be like this either.
Chapter 345 I didn't want it to be like this either.
Supa proudly puffed out his chest, his muscles taut, as if he could already see himself completing the hidden storyline and reaching the pinnacle of life.
Zhong Bukui's large, copper-bell-like eyes sized him up and down.
"Okay, very good."
The big man nodded, and swung his palm, as big as a door panel, in mid-air.
Snapped!
A crisp explosion rang out outside the empty city gate.
There were no flashy skill effects, nor any earth-shattering shockwaves.
It's a solid, large, tight bag.
Supa Meng's burly body, which was over two meters tall, fell diagonally and crashed into the ground.
Ice and soil splashed everywhere.
The scene fell silent instantly.
Only a circular crater remained on the ground. Supa's head was stuck right at the edge of the crater, his eyes rolled back, and he was foaming at the mouth. He didn't even have time to say his last words.
Zhong Bukui flicked his wrist and sneered, "So you're the only one who likes to sing, huh?"
Fifty thousand players collectively gasped in shock.
"Holy crap! Meng Ge got wiped out in a second!"
"This damage calculation is wrong! I didn't even see the damage numbers!"
"Wait, look at the top of that NPC's head!" a mage pointed to the sky.
All the players looked up at once.
Zhong Bukui's head was completely empty.
There are no red enemy health bars, no yellow neutral markers, and not even a name box.
"Holy crap, is this evil god a mechanic-driven monster or a story NPC?"
"How can we fight when there's no health bar left? Forced scripted death?"
Chen You huddled in the pile of rubble, his gaze fixed on the system panel in the corner.
The moment Zhong Bukui slapped down, the progress bar on the panel, which had been stuck, suddenly jumped.
[Progress of the Yellow Springs Origin Condensation: 1%]
Chen You narrowed his eyes slightly.
He understood.
The positive energy of these 50,000 players is mixed with too much chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) and fanaticism, resulting in impure energy.
Zhong Bukui's powerful slap directly "physically purified" the yang energy within Su Pameng's body.
Hitting someone will increase your progress?
"Who else?!" Zhong Bukui's voice boomed.
He raised his folding fan, pointed at the dense crowd, and said, "Who sang that lousy song just now? Step forward!"
A commotion broke out in the crowd.
A paladin player wearing silver armor strode out.
Holding a kite-shaped shield, he raised his head, his face filled with a tragic and resolute expression of facing death without fear.
"Evil God! You will never submit to us with violence!" the paladin roared righteously.
"This song represents our determination to protect the Origin Realm! You may kill one of me, but you can't kill millions upon millions of others..."
"Snapped!"
Zhong Bukui slapped him across the face.
The wind howled, and the paladin's words came to an abrupt halt. He drew a graceful parabola in mid-air before crashing heavily into the city wall.
[Progress of the Yellow Springs Origin Condensation: 2%]
Chen You nodded to himself.
That's quite efficient.
"Shut up." Zhong Bu Kui picked at his ears, his copper bell-like eyes glaring at the remaining players.
"I hate it when people make noise while I'm sleeping. If I don't beat you all to a pulp today, I'm not Zhong Bukui!"
Tens of thousands of players looked at each other in bewilderment.
Retreat? Not at all.
At the front of the crowd, a sorcerer wearing a pointed hat suddenly slapped his thigh, a wise glint in his eyes.
"Brothers! I get it!" The sorcerer shouted excitedly, his face flushed. He pointed at Zhong Bukui.
"Think carefully! Why is he so angry? Why won't he let us sing?"
All the players around him turned to look at him.
The sorcerer took a deep breath, his tone resolute: "Because this song is the key to suppressing him! He's afraid! He's using violence to mask his inner fear!"
These words caused an uproar in the room.
"That makes sense!"
"Holy crap, no wonder it's an intelligence-based profession, this logic is unbeatable!"
"So that's how it is! This is a hidden mechanism! As long as we keep singing, we can completely suppress him!"
The sorcerer turned his head, his gaze passing over the crowd, and looked at Chen You, who was half-buried in the pile of stones.
He didn't speak, but the meaning in his eyes was clear.
"Goddess! I told you so, didn't I?! Praise me!"
Chen You's eyelids twitched.
It can't be said to be wrong.
Anyway, it's all just your own imagination.
Chen You took a deep breath, trying to make his face look even paler and weaker.
He met the monk's fervent gaze and nodded slightly.
Then, he gave the monk a very affirming and encouraging look.
His eyes seemed to say: You can do it, the hopes of the whole village are on you.
The monk was as if struck by lightning, his whole body trembling with excitement.
"The God of Travel has approved of me!" The mage suddenly turned around, opened his arms, and roared at the top of his lungs at the fifty thousand players.
"Brothers! You Shen is enduring the backlash of the formation alone for our sake! Can we just stand by and watch him sacrifice himself?"
"No!" More than 50,000 people roared in unison.
"As long as we work together, I don't believe we can't subdue this old bastard!" The monk took out a megaphone roll from his backpack.
"Everyone, listen to my instructions! Show your true feelings!"
"One! Two! Three! Sing!"
Not only the 50,000 players, but also many more players on the periphery took a deep breath at the same time, their chests bulging.
"The great river flows eastward—"
The deafening singing once again resounded through the sky.
This time, the players were even more emotional, and their songs were filled with the tragic and resolute spirit of fighting against the evil god.
Zhong Bukui stood there, stunned, and almost dropped the folding fan in his hand.
He stared blankly at the group of oddballs yelling at the top of their lungs, his brain briefly going blank.
"Are you... sick?" Zhong Bukui was so angry that he trembled all over, and his beard stood on end.
"I'm going to tear your mouths apart today!"
Zhong Bukui roared and charged straight into the player formation like a heavy tank.
His large, fan-like hands moved with both hands.
"Snapped!"
"Bang!"
"boom!"
With each wave of the hand, more than a dozen players were sent flying into the air.
Zhong Bukui used purely physical attacks, causing a bloodbath in the crowd.
But these players went completely mad. Instead of backing down, they charged at Zhong Bukui's slap.
"Brothers, hold on! His attack frequency has increased, which means he's getting desperate!"
"Healer, please heal me! I can sing one more line!"
"Strike while the iron is hot! Oh my god—"
A soldier had barely finished singing half a line when Zhong Bukui kicked him away, leaving a long trailing note in mid-air.
Chen You sat among the stones, quietly watching this utterly absurd scene unfold before him.
[Progress of the Yellow Springs Origin Condensation: 15%]
[Progress of the Yellow Springs Origin Condensation: 28%]
[Progress of the Yellow Springs Origin Condensation: 45%]
The progress bar was visibly increasing.
The giant rubber duck squatted next to Chen You, tilting its head as it watched Zhong Bukui wreaking havoc in the crowd, and made a clear, crisp call.
"Huh?"
Chen You reached out and touched the giant rubber duck's head, sighing softly.
"I don't want this either, but I have no choice in order to complete the mission."
The giant rubber duck tilted its head, seemingly understanding but not quite.