Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1464: Chapter 796: From the South Heavenly Gate to Penglai East Road

Is the act of spawn camping by gangs reprehensible? Of course it is.

In the centuries of the Superconductor World’s existence, they are among the most shameless industries, an incurable scourge because they wield weapons, as E-Class and D-Class ’main players’, specifically bullying F-Class novice players.

It’s akin to soldiers on the battlefield killing civilians.

The problem is, very few people go looking for trouble with them...

The first reason is the punishment for active killing. The items they carry aren’t that valuable, and real main players don’t find it worthwhile to bear the punishment for them.

Not being able to purchase items in the store is quite troublesome.

The second reason is that whiteboard accounts indeed aren’t afraid of punishment, but whiteboard accounts can’t beat them!

Now, finally, there appears a whiteboard account, able to slaughter them wantonly and can delete the account to start anew instantly after being punished.

Through the ages, only Qing Chen can manage such a thing...

Those gangs have no idea how sickening it is for someone like Qing Chen, a Knight, to exploit a bug. The Eastern Continent’s Chen Yu might have the most to say.

Qing Chen stealthily approached No. 002 spawn point, curiously observing the Underground City, where conduits twisted on the ceiling, leaving only a passage two or three meters wide below.

Walking within, it felt as if traversing a realm of urban steel ruins.

On the narrow street sides, many squatted, selling goods, each shady in their dealings, wearing disheveled clothes.

Drip.

The area Qing Chen passed through had water seeping from the junction of overhead pipes, dripping onto the ground.

The Superconductor World is too realistic; even the aged disrepair of such underground pipes is so genuine.

He asked the nearby FFF: ”Were these pipes like this initially, or did they gradually become like this?”

FFF replied: ”I know you’re asking whether this world evolves naturally... Yes, it obeys realistic natural laws. The city undergoes climate impacts, factories pollute the streams, its exhaust darkens the sky, the haze makes people sick, even if you don’t enter the 365 Multidimensional Worlds, or fight others, you might still succumb to plagues and disease. Steel gradually rusts, wood slowly decays, only the players are eternal.”

Qing Chen thought that truly this world is complete: ”How did the Underground City come to be?”

”This Underground City was the initial city in the Superconductor World’s second era. Back then, everyone liked the steampunk style, hence they built it like this. Later, they grew tired of the eternal darkness, so began constructing Ground cities. Now, this is merely an extension of the ground city’s infrastructure; these passages are left for conduit repairs,” FFF said, ”Most moved to the ground, leaving only the shady businesses here; the complex, maze-like terrain is convenient for scattering stolen goods and avoiding enemies, slowly forming into a city. Now people call it... Shadow City. Oh, up ahead is spawn point No. 002.”

Qing Chen said: ”Start recording, make sure to capture it clearly.”

FFF hesitated for a moment, hurriedly fidgeting to pull out his phone, focusing on Qing Chen’s back.

In the distance, a gang of seven leaned against the steel corridor walls; the overhead incandescent lights, due to age, occasionally flickered.

Qing Chen held the light saber’s hilt behind his back, hiding it at his waist.

He walked rhythmically down the corridor, every step aligning with some kind of cadence, FFF felt that the opponent and everything here suddenly harmonized.

Qing Chen didn’t deliberately align with the environment; he was constantly contracting and relaxing his muscles, adjusting every state to optimum.

Even in this Superconductor World, even as an ordinary person, his muscles and body must follow his will fully!

As Qing Chen entered his combat mode, he became a true beast.

The gang of seven remained leaning on the corridor, jesting, discussing where to play later, four left, three right.

Seeing Qing Chen approach, they carelessly waved him away: ”This route’s closed, scram over there.”

But at this moment, Qing Chen, hearing their voice, focused only on lowering his head and walking forward, pacing ever faster.

”Didn’t I say scram?” one gang member stood, impatiently chimed.

As he finished speaking, Qing Chen suddenly revealed his knife, the light saber at his lower back erupted sharply.

Not far away, FFF’s vision blurred; he saw Qing Chen abruptly accelerate again, darting like an arrow through the gang, his light saber in the narrow space drawing seven sword blossoms, each petal’s edge perfectly grazing the seven’s necks.

Those sword blossoms seemed light and effortless, yet they deployed the force of bearing weight lightly to a certain extremity.

The cuts on those seven’s necks, each precisely 0.5 centimeters deep, not more, not less, just enough to inflict a lethal injury on the carotid artery.

Generally, transcendent players abruptly reverting from A-Class peak to ordinary status would find it hard to adapt.

Wanting to lift what they once could, shatter what they believed they could, thinking of mastering the world anew, yet even struggling against a drunken fool.

Many strong individuals, after ascending to A-Class, neglect honing skills, after all, with such power, sheer force conquers everything.

But Qing Chen differed; he challenged life and death using the Reverse Breathing Technique.