Chapter 141 – Are you a Yordle?

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Chapter 141 – Are you a Yordle? "All players above the Foundation Establishment Realm, just use basic attacks. Don't use skills. Let the players below the Foundation Establishment Realm throw their skills." Lin Jichen issued another strange command. But given his previous examples, everyone had grown quite convinced of Lin Jichen's leadership. So far, all of Lin Jichen's commands had been spot on. Thus, everyone complied. The Foundation Establishment players resisted the urge to use their skills, wielding their weapons and engaging the elite disciples in close combat. Meanwhile, the Qi Refining Realm players began to throw their skills. "Wind-Breaking Sword!" "Slaughter Spear!" "Frost Arrow!" "Fire Burn!" ... Although they hadn't reached the Foundation Establishment Realm and couldn't break through the elite disciples' defenses, they could still throw their skills to forcefully deal skill damage. Moreover, the number of Qi Refining Realm players was countless, dozens of times more than the elite disciples. Each player throwing a skill meant that each elite disciple had to endure dozens of skills. The skill damage stacked up. One by one, the elite disciples were overwhelmed by the barrage of skills and fell. It's true what they say: even a fierce tiger fears a pack of wolves, and an elephant can't withstand an ant colony. Of course, the player camp wasn't without casualties. While they could use skills, so could the elite disciples. Before dying, the elite disciples also threw a lot of skills, taking many players down with them. And the number of dead players was even higher. Lin Jichen couldn't do much about it; after all, the strength of the elite disciples was evident. You can throw skills, but don't think the NPCs are just mindless bots—they can throw skills too. Clearing the Corpse King Valley already results in significant casualties, let alone a full-scale sect war like this. Fortunately, the ones dying were mostly those Qi Refining Realm players eager for battle merits, rushing to the front to steal kills. Despite Lin Jichen's orders, many couldn't resist the temptation of the Soul Burial Mound ahead, throwing their skills and then rushing forward to loot. If they didn't die, who would? "All Qi Refining Realm disciples, retreat to the back and focus on protecting the spell cultivators. Don't be greedy for battle merits!" But this matched Lin Jichen's impression of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect perfectly; their strength hadn't changed. However, the players were already panicking. Especially seeing these seven Crystal Formation Realm elders, they were filled with fear and thoughts of retreat. Even the Hell-level Corpse King Valley Secret Realm only had one early Crystal Formation Realm elder, but here there were seven! "Don't panic! These petty elders are nothing to fear! If you want prestige and battle merits, follow my command and keep the formation! Foundation Establishment players, you can start using your skills now. Your targets are these elders!" Lin Jichen shouted. Hearing the promise of prestige and battle merits, everyone calmed down a bit. By this time, the thirty elders had already spread out, dealing with players in various areas. There were simply too many players, forcing the elders to split up to assist different areas. Lin Jichen saw a mid Crystal Formation Realm elder flying toward the Moon Shadow Guild. Just as he was about to assist, he was intercepted by a pudgy elder of the same realm. "Kid, did you just call us petty elders? I'll kill you first!" Lin Jichen had to deal with him first, praying that not too many members of the Moon Shadow Guild would die. "Sorry, I misspoke," Lin Jichen apologized to the short, pudgy elder. The pudgy elder thought Lin Jichen was scared and laughed wickedly, "It's no use apologizing. Today, I'll..." Before he could finish, Lin Jichen interrupted, "You misunderstood. I meant, not only are you petty, but you're also a short, stout petty elder. Are you a Yordle? Did you steal your clothes from a five-year-old? Otherwise, where would you find your size?" The pudgy elder's veins bulged in anger. Although he didn't know what a Yordle was, he understood the rest. "You're courting death!" The stout elder shouted angrily, raising his hand to strike the air! A green poisonous palm print shot toward Lin Jichen! Lin Jichen twisted his body in mid-air, easily dodging the attack. "Why so angry? Did I hit a sore spot?" Lin Jichen taunted. The pudgy elder was even more furious, his figure like a whirlwind, closing in on Lin Jichen. Both hands raised, two poisonous palm prints aimed at Lin Jichen's head, intending to crush him into a pulp! Lin Jichen dodged again, gripping his sword, Dark Night, and at an incredible angle, he stabbed the elder. [-820!] The pudgy elder quickly retreated, looking down in shock at his wound, then back at Lin Jichen. His beady eyes couldn't believe that a mid Foundation Establishment weakling like Lin Jichen could hurt him. But Lin Jichen gave him no time to be shocked, charging forward, his sword light like a flurry of snowflakes, slashing at the pudgy elder from all directions!

Chapter 141 – Are you a Yordle?

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