Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1544: Chapter 836: Final Showdown! Counterattack from the Brink!

This trap set for Qing Chen was custom-made by the President of Phoenix Guild specifically for him.

The president was once the commander of the 131st Division in the army, recognized for his exceptional talent by the Duke of Phoenix, and promoted to command the Phoenix Air Fortress.

Previously, he suffered a major defeat in the battle to encircle Qing Chen, resulting in damage to the Phoenix Guild’s reputation. At that time, he treated the No. 8 Multidimensional World as a game and didn’t take the White Light Person seriously.

But this time, he staked his honor and personally created a Holographic Sand Table, meticulously planning the battle strategy.

The President of Phoenix was like commanding a small-scale war in reality, setting up reconnaissance troops, main forces, Pioneer Corps, and support units. He reorganized each player and even secretly reached an agreement with the Underworld King, temporarily bringing him under command.

He was serious, unprecedentedly serious.

The four people killed by Qing Chen were bait, but there was certainly more than one bait. No matter which bait Qing Chen took, he would face an overwhelming blow.

This was a strategy to truly unite the entire instance’s players against a boss. Qing Chen was caught in an inescapable net.

At this moment, Qing Chen’s arms were shot, hanging limply at his sides.

Due to his high-speed running, his arms swung wildly back and forth like two pieces of noodle.

There were also bullet holes on his shoulders.

If it were a long-distance battle, even if he got his hands on a firearm, he certainly couldn’t lift it. If it were close combat, how could someone who had his Laser Sword knocked away possibly break through the siege?

Qing Chen could indeed rely on his A-Class physique to escape, but as the net closed in on him, it seemed no matter where he ran, he would encounter people hunting him down.

He couldn’t return to the toxic zone either.

What to do?

Just as he was about to reach a bush, players ambushing inside opened fire. Qing Chen barely dodged, but his arm was shot again.

His arm was almost like a sieve now.

This time, only a dozen players squatted in the bush. Gritting his teeth, Qing Chen zigzagged, skillfully evading the bullets and rapidly closing in on them!

Qing Chen silently calculated in his mind.

There were over four thousand players in this instance, but only about four hundred firearms, not nearly enough for each player.

Although there were gunshots in the bush, there was only one gun.

He counted the shots out loud, and at the thirtieth shot, Qing Chen jumped high, like a flying person, leaping over the bush.

The dozen players in the bush stared in shock as Qing Chen flew over their heads, immediately followed by Thunder descending from the sky, illuminating the entire bush.

With a thunderous sound, the dozen players inside were all struck by the Thunder Mage’s A-Class Ultimate Move Thunder God’s Wrath and instantly killed!

As they were killed, the players felt that only by personally battling the White Light Person could they understand how fiercely he controlled the rhythm of combat.

The dozen pursuers behind Qing Chen, seeing this scene, were thankful they hadn’t encountered this fierce figure while isolated earlier.

Qing Chen didn’t look back at the players’ misery; he just lightly landed on the ground and continued to escape like an arrow shot from a bow.

However, the players behind him saw him create a breach in the encirclement and didn’t panic; instead, they all smiled victoriously.

They knew what awaited Qing Chen ahead!

Qing Chen hadn’t run far when he suddenly saw a dense rain of bone arrows shooting out from a valley, filling the sky in a formation.

In the valley, over four hundred Skeleton Archers hidden by the Underworld King shot a salvo like a torrential summer rain, covering an area more than two hundred meters in diameter, trapping Qing Chen’s movement within.

Whether Qing Chen went east, west, north, or south, he didn’t have enough time to escape.

The chasing players dragging behind him saw this and couldn’t help but scream.

The White Light Person was going to die!

Yet, the unexpected happened. At one point, Qing Chen suddenly stopped, merely tilting his body slightly in a strange posture as he bent over and stood.

The seemingly dense bone arrows brushed past him, embedding in the ground.

The tail shafts of the bone arrows trembled, emitting a buzzing sound, an impressive scene.

But the problem was, none of the dense bone arrows hit Qing Chen; it was as if the Underworld King had turned into a master at outlining the human figure, precisely avoiding Qing Chen!

The players knew it wasn’t the Underworld King’s fault but Qing Chen’s!

Within those brief seconds, he calculated the trajectories of all the bone arrows, which, though seemingly dense, were only two per square meter, making such gaps incredibly easy for Qing Chen to dodge.

He stood in the torrential rain with that peculiar stance, yet not a single raindrop touched him.

But the players couldn’t figure out how Qing Chen possessed such calculation ability. Was this kind of calculation ability truly something a human could possess?

In fact, this scene had played out once in Prison No. 18, where Qing Chen faced a metal storm on the iron dome!

At that moment, he seemed like the center of this world, with all dangers and thorns yielding to him.

Amid the players’ exclamations, Qing Chen started running again. He began pulling the players behind him, the chasing Underworld King, and the Army of Skeletons in a large arc, circling around.