As the notion that “they’d rather act and take hits than fight the Abyssal Lizard King” silently hung in the air of the live broadcast room, the scene revealed the Silver Coins’ scattered retreat after being beaten, quietly circling around the periphery. Eventually, they sneaked into the Night Raiders’ viewpoint.
Meanwhile, Muchuan Pants had already arrived early via another route, toying around the perimeter while carrying the Abyssal Tombkeeper. When he saw the others, there was some disdain in his tone: “So slow.”
“Acting’s a bit tiring. Take a breather,” Jiang Shi said. He directly cast a minor healing spell on Muchuan Pants and swiftly stabilized the boss’s position with a series of small skill operations.
Others followed suit, rushing in.
With Muchuan Pants holding the front against the boss and Jiang Shi intermittently creating optimal output environments using various rune domains, the entire boss kill appeared harmonious.
The official commentators had previously been immersed in the Silver Coins’ shameless operations. Upon seeing Jiang Shi’s actions, one of them suddenly recalled, “Oh right, the PoisonedMilk is a Light Elf by race. Although primarily a Rune Mage, they can fill in as a part-time healer when necessary. The Silver Coins replaced Board Zheng’s young man; this must have been their plan. However, it must be said, this Knight from the Silver Coins has thick skin. The Rune Mage’s healing output is known to be touching, yet they can stay there without losing much health. What kind of gear is this?”
The director was considerate, swiftly displaying the equipment panel for the commentary team to see.
Other viewers couldn’t see the specifics but caught sight of the two commentators looking at each other after checking the gear.
Then, to everyone’s surprise, Mimi spoke up, “This is incredible… to boost defense and health attributes to such heights essentially means sacrificing all other stats! This gear… have you ever seen anything like it before? I’ve never encountered anything so extreme.”
Smiling wryly, Taozi said, “I’ve come across a few extreme gears myself, but compared to Muchuan Pants’ setup, they seem less extreme.”
The so-called “extreme gears” sacrificed other stats in the equipment forging process to maximize specific attributes. This boost could be in attack or health values, but because all gear in <Genesis> had a certain total attribute threshold, elevating one aspect to extremes required sacrificing others, a trade-off.
On the other hand, extreme gear couldn’t be crafted easily, posing a significant challenge even for equipment artisans.
That was precisely what Sets admired.
Setting aside the gear’s applicability, the technical finesse involved was something that probably only a handful in the whole of the Genesis could manage.
“Did you notice? Muchuan Pants crafted this extreme gear himself.” Having known Sets for a long time in the Silver Coins’ commentary, it was evident that this time, he genuinely admired. “Although it’s somewhat poignant1 that a member who should belong to the technical department ends up being recruited as a player, it must be acknowledged that the more you understand this team, the more you realize they indeed have the potential to climb the summit. Strength, tactics, technical support—Silver Coins are truly… a complete package despite their size!”
Knowing Taozi for so long, Mimi understood he was a very cautious person who wouldn’t easily draw such conclusions.
After listening to these words, Mimi was puzzled for a while and involuntarily shifted their gaze back to the field.
Then, they commented with a similar sense of awe, “…You missed one point; the crucial thing is that these people truly lack conscience.”
The audience had been impressed by the commentators’ analysis until now, but at this moment, they were stunned, following Mimi’s perspective.
Truly, it wasn’t just a lack of conscience; it was outright outrageous!
In this view, the contrast between the two scenes above and below was stark.
On the ninth floor was the Night Raiders guild, earnestly besieging the Abyssal Lizard King, having worn down about 15% of the BOSS’s health through their efforts.
Meanwhile, just one floor below them, the Silver Coins were in an unstoppable offensive, already reducing the Abyssal Tombkeeper’s health by 50%.
Indeed, when encountering a BOSS like the Abyssal Lizard King under normal circumstances, everyone’s first thought would probably be not to fight it.
The Night Raiders’ direct approach to the BOSS was undoubtedly admirable, but unfortunately, at this moment, it seemed somewhat like making clothes for others.
You’re above; I’m below.
The treacherous take you to heaven.
The two scenes of above and below, both in one frame, intensified this inexplicable feeling of sorrow.
At that moment, another guild had successfully killed a BOSS in the middle of the match.
On the leaderboard, the Iron Monastery guild’s rank directly surged to first place.
After all, they were a veteran guild that had always been at the top of the Genesis Cup, displaying the usual stability in this competition.
However, regrettably, everyone’s attention was not on them right now.
The Silver Coins’ intention to kill the Abyssal Tombkeeper was crystal clear. Coupled with luring the Night Raiders’ batch of free labor over, the final ownership of the two BOSSes became suspenseful.
Everyone was eager to know—whether this sinister group would succeed in claiming the points for killing both BOSSes as they wished or leave the field disheartened, holding only the Abyssal Tombkeeper’s killing points.
Before this match, perhaps none of the audience had thought that completing a single BOSS kill in a professional tournament would one day be described as “only.”
Under the scrutiny of all, the Abyssal Tombkeeper’s health was finally completely depleted under the Silver Coins’ assault.
With the BOSS crashing to the ground, the leaderboard’s point rankings were once again updated, and the Silver Coins ascended to the second position.
The difference between them and the Iron Monastery was mainly due to the headpoints obtained during the early reconnaissance process.
Of course, this was obviously not the final outcome.
Just after resolving the present gravekeeper, the group from Seven Silver Coins, as expected, promptly returned to the ninth floor.
The anticipated intense battle scene the audience awaited did not unfold.
In the footage, one could keenly observe the members of Seven Silver Coins skilfully maneuvering around the periphery, making a few turns, and then discreetly hiding shoulder to shoulder in a nearby concealed spot.
Such a situation brought about an eerie silence in the arena.
How should one put it? It was both complicated and completely expected, wasn’t it?
The official commentator, Taozi, unconsciously had already shifted position, wanting to cover up for this sneaky move, but in the end, could only manage to say, “Well… Seven Silver Coins’ team command seems quite methodical when it comes to overall strategies.”
There was a slight twitch at the corner of Mimi’s mouth. “From a certain perspective, maximizing the use of available resources might also be considered a team style.”
Taozi nodded repeatedly. “Exactly, exactly.”
The barrage of comments had been laughing incessantly:
[“Maximizing the use of available resources… hahaha, it feels like the commentators are almost accusing Seven Silver Coins of shamelessly exploiting others!”]
[“Does anyone else feel the sight of Nightwalkers earnestly fighting the boss is excessively melancholic?”]
[“I bet other guilds watching today’s match will never want to share a stage with Seven Silver Coins again.”]
[“I’m already praying earnestly, hoping Nightwalkers can hold out; otherwise, it’ll be too tragic.”]
[“It feels tough; just dealing with this Abyssal Lizard King is already exhausting enough, and there’s a group squatting nearby planning to reap the benefits.”]
[“In fact, the key is not about what Seven Silver Coins is doing, it’s that Nightwalkers seem genuinely intent on killing the boss; they truly never thought they were being deceived.”]
[“I never realized how honest Nightwalkers were before… Well, even though they seemed treated poorly during the Century Cup.”]
[“It seems like without a deceitful heart, you can’t survive in this profession?”]
[“From this perspective, I declare that Seven Silver Coins has already secured qualification for the Century Cup~ hahaha~ (bhi)”]
The diligent Nightwalkers had no idea of the overwhelming sympathy flooding the internet.
Their entire focus was on the Abyssal Lizard King.
Successive boss kill announcements did indeed bring significant pressure; after all, it meant other teams, post-boss kills, gained extra time to progress to new areas.
As time passed, the likelihood of their boss being discovered continued to increase.
But even with immense pressure, Nightwalkers had no other option than to work diligently.
In fact, facing an Abyssal Lizard King that was so tough it could make someone vomit blood, their progress was actually quite fast. If there was anyone to blame, it was their luck being not as good as Seven Silver Coins’. Encountering such a hard-to-swallow problem was unexpected.
“Really, if we’d continued chasing further in, maybe we could’ve seen the boss Seven Silver Coins killed,” said Extinguish, continuously using skills, unable to help but complain. “I have to say, their luck is really good. Our team has been scattered like this, yet they managed to pick up the boss points for free.”
“There’s no other way,” Luminant said, trying to convince himself, “It’s lucky to encounter a boss. It’s much better than some teams that never encountered one at all. Don’t think too much about it; let’s just hurry up.”
Extinguish clicked his tongue, “Don’t rush me, I’m working. I just feel like they’re getting off too easily, just like that wild map boss incident… Damn, they’re here!”
Clearly, Extinguish hadn’t expected to say ‘they‘ would arrive.
Midway through complaining, he glanced up and suddenly saw the members of Seven Silver Coins charging out without any prior warning, displaying a fierce momentum, completely different from their earlier fleeing appearance.
Note :
The word “poignant” refers to something that evokes a keen sense of sadness, regret, or deep emotion. It often describes something that touches one’s emotions deeply or is profoundly moving in a way that stirs feelings of empathy or sympathy. ↩︎