Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1515: Chapter 820: Master of the Battlefield!

A rustling came from the direction of eight o’clock in the treetops.

Everyone immediately looked towards it!

In this Multidimensional World No. 8, there are no animals, only the players themselves, so the rustling in the treetops must mean that someone is hiding there.

Some players released a set of skills toward the treetops before daring to slowly approach, only to find that at the spot where the rustle came from, a vine was wrapped around a branch.

Someone had pulled on this vine, creating the illusion that there was someone hidden in the treetop.

Realizing the ruse, the crowd quickly looked back to their teammates and saw the White Light Person descending from the treetops once more, slitting a teammate’s throat before disappearing back into the treetops without a trace.

In just these few short seconds of diversion, another person was killed.

The players shivered; this method of killing was too extreme. Each cut was a throat slice, so even if you were slightly distracted, no matter how high your level was, it wouldn’t matter. The opponent wouldn’t even give you a chance to release a skill!

Players capable of entering the guild are at least retired freemen from the military. They have been on battlefields, fought against rebels, battled the Giant Race, and ventured deep into the Taboo Forest.

When facing Qing Chen, they couldn’t help but wonder: What would the result be if they encountered such an enemy in the real world, on the battlefield, or in the Taboo Forest?

Without a doubt, this is the most troublesome enemy on the battlefield.

Someone whispered, ”This person is definitely not a noble scion, surely they are retired elite special forces from some army unit.”

The West Continent practices elite education.

Many think of elite education as a life of comfort, parties, etiquette, and flaunting wealth. But true elite education is where the best teach the best. They are excellent fighters, knowledgeable, almost always accomplished in multiple fields or geniuses in a particular area.

However, these players have seen what noble geniuses are like.

Those geniuses give more of a sense of oppression, a feeling of shame when seeing them.

But Qing Chen is different; he gives an immediate sense of danger.

When facing Qing Chen, you understand you’re confronting choices of life and death.

To put it simply, noble scions would not resort to such unscrupulous methods...

Their good knowledge and upbringing don’t allow them to be so treacherous...

”Which army could it be?” someone whispered.

”By the way, do you guys feel that his style is somewhat like that of a member of Silver City’s Black Knight group?”

”A bit, yes.”

The players of the Phoenix Guild tread cautiously through the woods, as arrogant as they were upon arrival, as severely they were now frustrated.

The White Light Person they faced seemed to have become one with the forest, coming and going without a trace.

Always ready to deliver a fatal blow to them anywhere, anytime.

The players gradually gathered together, no longer dispersing in search. They whispered to each other, seemingly planning something.

Soon, the Phoenix Guild players dispersed again, but this time there seemed to be a different, ingenious logic within their formation.

These retired soldiers finally began to treat Qing Chen with the utmost caution.

They even felt as if they had returned to the army, facing not a player, but a real threat.

In the team, the soldier with the highest rank immediately took over as captain, silently making tactical hand gestures. Two flanks dispersed to scout, while nearby, the formation was regrouped into units of five, rapidly closing in.

He took out an LCD board, sending messages to the outside, seemingly calling for reinforcements.

Everyone slowed their pace, and after a while, new members joined the team. The captain said, ”Don’t panic, wait for him to come out. Now he is hunting us, not us hunting him, so he will definitely return.”

The captain had immediately corrected the nature of their roles; they were the prey launching a decisive counterattack, not the Hunter.

At this moment, a player accidentally fell into a trap.

But none of the players looked at him, focusing instead on other directions.

It was as if the player who fell into the trap wasn’t their teammate.

Because they were well aware that if the White Light Person wanted to continue killing them, now would be the time to do it.

In an instant, a shadow descended from the edge of the formation’s treetops.

He hooked his legs around a thick branch, leaning down to slice a soldier’s throat with a Dagger.

Yet this time, the nearby players reacted swiftly, and the tree he was on was instantly entangled in frost, all leaves and branches encased in ice, like a hard iron tree.

This player’s reaction was too fast.

This is the combat quality that retired soldiers should possess.

Qing Chen tried to slip back into the treetops yet was cut and wounded by the frozen leaves, his clothing shredded into strips.

He immediately gave up, leaping down from the treetops and running into the depths of the forest.

”Did you mark him?” The captain looked at a player.

”Marked, he can’t escape,” the player said.

This player’s vocation was Assassin Hunter, and his D-Class Skills involved placing a Tracking Mark on other players, specifically to guard against invisible assassins.

The marking skill required a continuous casting of two seconds, and the cooperation just now was solely to help this Hunter place the mark.

Everyone moved, with a clear target in pursuit of Qing Chen. This time, no matter where the White Light Person ran, he wouldn’t be able to ambush them again.