Chapter 1672 - 423: I’m a Natural Disaster, So What Is There to Fear? (5)

Chapter 1672: Chapter 423: I’m a Natural Disaster, So What Is There to Fear? (5)

Certainly, here is the translated text:

Facing direct confrontation, it’s all about the overall strength of warfare, the thickness of the front, and also the continuous firepower output and collaborative defense capabilities.

The more people there are, the more diverse the tactical combinations, higher fault tolerance, and greater advantage in direct confrontations.

Fewer people mean it’s hard to form an effective depth on the front battlefield, easily surrounded by the opposing force with numerical advantage.

To really fight, Life Soul Squad is most likely not a match for Bengshan Team.

Chong Yue precisely sees this point, wanting to use threats to make him give up his rank.

This is also Yang Xiu’s recent concern.

He not only has to lead his brothers to complete tasks and acquire resources, but also constantly guard against harassment from other squads.

The threat brought by Chong Yue could erupt at any moment.

Seemingly feeling the verbal testing is enough, a cruel smile appears on Chong Yue’s face.

He speaks no more, holding a primitive shaped token that glows faintly with dark red light in his hand.

He shakes the token in front of Yang Xiu’s face, slow and steady, the dark red light reflecting in Yang Xiu’s calm eyes.

"Life Soul, Monster World is vast, yet small, enough said."

Having spoken, Chong Yue glances deeply at Yang Xiu and then at the cold-faced Black Snake beside him, letting out a cold snort.

Then, he clenches the token with five fingers, turning with his group to blend into the bar’s dazzling lights and disappear into the crowd.

Yang Xiu’s heart sinks at this moment.

The thing he fears the most has happened.

Chong Yue and his Bengshan Team, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, have already regarded the Life Soul Squad as prey to be eliminated, preparing to act.

That token, he naturally recognizes, it’s called the Team Tracking Order.

Once used, it can lock onto the target team’s coordinates in Monster World for a certain period.

The redemption requires 120,000 Jile Points.

The appearance of the Tracking Order is tantamount to a declaration of war.

Chong Yue’s intentions couldn’t be more obvious.

Next time in Monster World, he will use this token and space system items exchanged from Jile Mall to hunt the Life Soul Team.

When they meet again, it will be a fight to the death.

Chong Yue’s threat has turned from verbal to a concrete countdown.

Yang Xiu watches Chong Yue’s departure and remains silent. After a brief pause, he stands up and walks towards the bar’s exit.

Black Snake decisively follows, keeping half a step behind, like a loyal shadow.

Leaving the confusing and noisy atmosphere of the bar, the "Darkness style" scene of Death City rushes in.

The streets are filled with hurried Jile Players, each bearing the pressure of survival, contrasting sharply with the inside of the bar.

At this moment, Black Snake quickens her steps, walking side by side with him, turning her head to look at Yang Xiu’s profile.

Her face regains a slightly playful smile:

"Boss, it’s nothing but a bunch of fools relying on their numbers, if we really meet in Monster World, it’s uncertain who will hunt whom."

She pauses, her purple eyes shimmering with confidence, continuing:

"Boss, you can definitely lead us to tear them apart, just like we’ve torn apart all obstacles before."

Black Snake’s words bear near-blind trust in him.

If it were a normal time, Yang Xiu would feel a hint of warmth from her sentiment.

But now, this unreserved trust feels like a burden pressing down his shoulders.

He glances at Black Snake, forcing a smile, reaching out to rub her pale purple hair:

"Mm, I know, let’s go back and rest first."

This affectionate action leaves Black Snake momentarily stunned, her face soon breaking into a slight purple blush, nodding forcefully:

"Alright!"

After Black Snake leaves, Yang Xiu crosses the space barrier back to his room.

Leaning against the cold metal door, he slowly slides to the ground.

He raises his hand, vigorously rubbing his cheeks, trying to dispel the fatigue within his heart.

The room is deathly silent, only his slightly heavy breathing sound.

Black Snake’s trust, teammates’ dependence, Chong Yue’s threat, Taunt’s sacrificial gaze... All images intertwine and tumble in his mind, eventually turning into a flood that nearly overwhelms him.

The pressure does not lessen due to Black Snake’s comfort but becomes more clear during the solitude.

The crisis has already emerged, each step ahead could lead those trusting him, following him, into an abyss of no return.

"Alas, I might be the most miserable player..."

The sentence unfinished, Yang Xiu suddenly freezes.

He finds himself caught in habitual thinking, contemplating how to survive the crisis like a Jile Player.

He is an authentic player.

A member of the Player Clan, even Earth Thought Bully must be cautious.

Facing a group reliant on Blissful Space’s system developing "bootleg" player teams, how could he be afraid, even doubting whether he can lead the team to survival?

Accustomed to thinking as a Jile Player, he almost forgot where his roots lie.

He is not a prisoner trapped in this world, but part of the "natural disaster of players" bringing sheep shearing to Blissful Space.

"Damn, I was too foolish."

Suddenly realizing, Yang Xiu becomes spirited.

As a player, encountering problems should make him think of exploits.

Without exploits, how could he live up to being a player?

At this, he calls up the contact list, finding a long-uncontacted friend.

It shows the last message was sent more than half a year ago.

His avatar is a chibi character holding a flag printed with "Divine Hall," riding a rapidly running chibi Earth Thought Bully.

Clicking the avatar, he sends a private message:

"Boss, save me, something big happened, I need your help."

In the waiting, a reply comes:

Divine King: Who are you, we don’t know each other, how do you have me as a friend, suggest we delete each other (mischievous.jpg).