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“I’ve recorded the screen. I don’t know who that Monkey is, but I know that if this person entered e-sports, they would definitely make it big.”

“What a coincidence, I feel the same way.”

Although the competition video of Quiet Cultivation hadn’t been released yet, Monkey had already made his first appearance here, displaying his exceptional talents.

The First Under Heaven storyteller and Tang Mo were not to be outdone, immediately beginning to document the scene before them and starting their commentary.

Though not versed in swordsmanship, with just a glance, the First Under Heaven storyteller could ascertain their intentions and, using various descriptions, narrated an obscure competition vividly, also helping players understand how dangerous the current situation was.

Watching the three long swords dance between the trio, a slight misstep could lead to decapitation; the sense of being there, viewing the event live, sent shivers down every player’s spine, yet also stirred up excitement.

However, unlike the tension and excitement of those around them, Monkey and the First Under Heaven Swordsman on the field were laughing.

They reveled in the thrill between life and death, savouring the sensation of dancing on the edge of a blade, their movements both perilous and harmonious, exuding a strange yet romantic beauty.

Just when everyone was holding their breath in tension, Fang Cheng felt that something in the hands of the First Under Heaven Joker seemed familiar, yet he couldn’t quite remember it.

He was sure he had seen it before, and that it should be something profound hidden within this world.

As the title of First Under Heaven was taken one after another by players, the locks of the world’s deepest cage were being opened, and things sealed within were slowly being revealed. This sword light must be one of those emerging signs.

While Fang Cheng was deep in thought, the battle on the field had already ended.

The First Under Heaven Joker had his right arm cut off by a sword, and a doctor immediately rushed over to stop the bleeding. A prison guard came over to dislocate his joints, a Taoist stepped forward to seal his skills, followed by the Morals Aid Group coming forward to investigate and study the origin of his strength.

Controlled by a group of people, the First Under Heaven Joker didn’t show fear or anger, instead, he laughed merrily.

After laughing in a sing-song manner for a while, he turned to the Alien beside him and said, “You all are doomed!”

Then, looking at the First Under Heavens who had switched sides to the players, he added, “You all are doomed, too!”

Finally, looking at the crowd, he called out, “Which one of you is Mr. Fang?”

“I am,” Fang Cheng stepped forward and said.

“Xuanjizi asked me to bring you a message; he made it!”

Gazing at Fang Cheng, the face of the First Under Heaven Joker slowly changed, eventually adopting the appearance of Xuanjizi, seemingly trying to get a measure of Fang Cheng’s mettle.

His imitation skills might not match the proficiency level of acting skills, yet even so, they enabled him to mimic high-level Taoism, helpful for his escape.

But after mimicking the Taoism, he realized something.

He saw that Fang Cheng was an incredible entity, understanding that the character before him was just the tip of an iceberg, and that the true entity was an even larger mass veiled in mystery, impossible to grasp, with no language capable of explaining the shock brought by this realization.

“Xuanjizi, what sort of person did you mess with?”

After uttering that sentence, blood gushed from the Joker’s nostrils, the horrific onslaught finally broke his will, and he passed out instantly.

The players nearby looked at the First Under Heaven Joker in amazement before giving Fang Cheng a thumbs-up: “Mr. Fang, impressive.”

With the obstacle removed, the city gates finally swung wide open; after a barrage of artillery fire, the gates were ripped open, and a surge of players poured in, clashing fiercely with the Guard Army.

As both sides were beings capable of respawning, their battle was not about killing each other but about controlling each other.

The players familiar with the Bone Diverting Hand skill became the main force in this battle. The stalemate might last a while, but the players’ target was the imperial city, not this place.

Protected by a group of players, those in charge of the main assault finally broke through the encirclement, reaching the square in front of the Golden Throne.

Many members of the Guard Army were distributed elsewhere, locked in drawn-out fights with the players. At this moment, there were only two guards here: the First Under Heaven Taoist, Xuanjizi, and the First Under Heaven resentful spirit.

With the help of chips, the First Under Heaven resentful spirit had become much stronger.

It seemed to solidify into a physical form, with malicious shadows haunting its figure as if it were an evil soul clawing its way out of the Underworld, ready to shred everything in this world.

Just when the players thought they had to face two of the First Under Heavens, Xuanjizi suddenly made his move.

The resentful spirit beside him was grasped in his hand, and the black resentment, like boiling tar, flowed over his arm; the massive spirit, as if seeing a more horrific resentment than itself, wailed in the process of being rapidly absorbed by Xuanjizi, turning into black tattoos on Xuanjizi’s body.

Having extracted the spirit’s spirituality and power, Xuanjizi spread open his hand, and numerous chips, akin to eyes, emerged on his arm, making him appear deranged, a far cry from his initial suave and unbound demeanor.

Now, Xuanjizi, with Demonic Qi swirling around him and shadows casting sinister red light behind him, his cultivation immeasurably deep, made the players feel he was not just the game’s final boss but perhaps also a hidden one.