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"Don't squeeze me!"
Fear overcame reason, and the instinct for survival turned teammates who had just fought side by side into enemies.
Kurama Nene and Sakurai Keikazu reacted extremely quickly, using their agility to each grab a shield-breaking bomb amidst the chaos.
They quickly stepped aside and, in hushed tones, began urgently discussing countermeasures with other familiar contestants.
"This BOSS... looks even more terrifying than described in the data. Just getting close to him wouldn't be enough, would it?"
Ni Yin held the cold bomb in her hand, her palms were covered in cold sweat, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.
"Ah."
Sakurai-Kagekazu's expression was more serious than ever before, his gaze fixed on the mountain-like monster on the holographic projection.
"The operational plan must be precise down to the second. We need at least three squads: one to launch a feint attack from the front, drawing its main gun fire; another to clear out the endless Jyamato guards surrounding it; and the core assault team, which must deliver the bombs precisely into its energy core within the five-second attack window that our teammates have risked their lives for."
"This requires perfect teamwork; if any link goes wrong, we will all be instantly wiped out."
For a moment, the entire rest area was filled with tense and suffocating discussions.
Everyone was squeezing every last drop of their mental energy into preparing for the impending, life-or-death battle.
However, amidst this vortex of noise and panic, there was one person who seemed out of place.
In the shadows of the corner.
Su Chen remained leaning against the sofa, her eyes closed, her breathing steady and long.
It was as if all the noise from the outside world was just a childish farce that had nothing to do with him.
He didn't even open his eyes, let alone go forward to collect the only "key to pass through" that the guide had repeatedly emphasized was "must be used."
This scene was so jarring.
Like a drop of cold water added to boiling oil, it instantly caused an uproar in some people's hearts.
The countdown before the final boss battle relentlessly ticked on the electronic screen in the rest area.
The air was thick with a scorching smell, a mixture of metal, sweat, and highly concentrated energy particles.
Almost all the participants gathered in the center of the area, around the newly opened supply point, their expressions solemn.
"Shield-breaking bombs, three per person! This is the only item that can effectively destroy the Jyamato energy shield of Castle!"
The guide's mechanical announcements made the atmosphere on site increasingly tense.
People nervously lined up to receive the oddly shaped bomb that flickered with an unstable blue light, carefully storing it into their armed belts.
This is more than just a prop.
This is the ticket to victory, the only hope for survival.
However, amidst this boiling tension, there exists an absolutely quiet "zone" in a corner of the rest area.
Su Chen was alone, nestled in the soft sofa, arms crossed over her chest, eyes closed.
His chest rose and fell in an extremely slow and deep rhythm, as if he had entered a deep sleep, isolated from everything around him.
He didn't even glance in the direction of the supply depot.
This extreme composure is seen by some as the most glaring provocation.
"Hey, look at that idiot in the corner."
A man with an exaggerated pompadour hairstyle raised his chin dismissively, gesturing to his companion beside him.
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deliberate arrogance that he wanted everyone to hear.
"What's wrong, Akuma?"
A refined-looking man wearing gold-rimmed glasses next to him followed his gaze and adjusted his glasses.
"That guy, is he a newcomer this round?"
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The man with the pompadour, nicknamed "Aoki," grinned with a mocking smile.
"Look at him, he's so pathetic. He didn't even bother to collect the most important shield-breaking bomb. Did he get too cocky after winning the first round? Or was he just scared out of his wits by the title of final boss?"
The glasses reflected a cold light.
He calmly analyzed, "I watched the replay of his data in the first round of the race. His speed was indeed amazing, and his physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people."
"But DGP games are never just gladiatorial arenas where brute force is the only way to win."
“Every round, even every boss, has its own unique rules. Ignoring the rules is ignoring death. I’ve seen too many people like that; they always die the fastest and the most miserable.”
Gouki let out a sneer.
"I bet he thinks he can take down that 'castle' with his bare fists like he did in the first round. What a ridiculously naive fool!"
Their conversation was completely undisguised.
The sound carried clearly throughout the not-so-large rest area.
In an instant, everyone's eyes, more or less, were drawn to Su Chen, who was resting with his eyes closed.
There was sympathy, there was incomprehension, but there was even more undisguised mockery.
"No way? You're really not going to collect the bomb?"
"A newbie is a newbie; they have no idea how terrifying the castle Jamato is."
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"I remember there was a top player who ranked third in the last competition. He didn't believe in the power of the boss and tried to break through the shield with his ultimate skill. What happened? He and his equipment were blasted into data fragments by the boss's main cannon. He didn't even have a chance to revive."
"This is going to be interesting. I bet he'll be the first one eliminated within three minutes of the start of the fight."
The man with the spiky hair, Gouki, grew louder, gleefully surveying his surroundings.
"Perfect! They've given us a free kill, which means one less competitor for the final reward. What a great thing!"
The bespectacled man added casually, as if he were proclaiming a final judgment.
“Stupidity is a sin in itself. On the stage of DGP, it is even more unforgivable.”
Sarcasm and ridicule, like invisible waves, surged towards Su Chen from all directions.
However, Su Chen, who was at the center of the storm, didn't even flinch.
His breathing remained steady and long, as if he had already drifted off into another world.
These buzzing sounds to him were like the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies, unable to even stir the slightest ripple in the lake of his heart.
This extreme calmness, in everyone's eyes, completely confirmed his identity as an "arrogant newcomer who was so conceited that he couldn't even figure out what was going on."
They will never understand.
When an existing dimension has transcended the "game" itself.
The so-called "rules" are nothing more than ridiculous fences set up for the weak.
The "shield-breaking bomb" that they treasured was, in Su Chen's eyes, less powerful than a flick of his finger.
The "castle Jyamato" that they feared like a tiger was nothing more than a slightly larger ant that required them to open their eyes from their "sleep" and take a look.
In the face of absolute power.
All tactics, tools, rules, and experience have lost their meaning.
Time passed slowly amidst the murmurs of the crowd.
Finally, the countdown on the screen reached a scarlet zero.
A cold, emotionless electronic voiceover echoed throughout the space.
"Break time is over."
"The BOSS battle is about to begin."
"All participants, please proceed to the designated location immediately."
The moment the words fell, everyone's bodies began to digitize, breaking down into countless blue light particles.
Before disappearing, Gouki with the pompadour hairstyle didn't forget to give Su Chen a "you're dead" look.
At that moment, Su Chen slowly opened his eyes.
There was no trace of sleepiness in those deep eyes, only a calm and undisturbed stillness.
He stood up, stretched his body, and his bones made a series of crisp popping sounds.
Then, his figure transformed into a beam of light and disappeared from the rest area.
A good show that everyone thought had a predetermined ending.
An event is about to take place.
Chapter 89: The "Fool" Who Soloed the Boss Kills Him in One Hit, Shocking the Entire Audience
The portal's distinctive distorted light effect slowly dissipated.
The figures of all the participants appeared in the ruins of a city that had been completely razed to the ground.
The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell, mixed with the acrid odor of concrete dust, which filled everyone's nostrils.
In the very center of that vast ruin, a colossal creature stood silently.
It is like a mobile fortress built from flesh and steel—Jyamato.
The terrifying pressure emanating from the monster made the surrounding air thick and viscous, and every breath carried a heavy sense of oppression.
Beneath its feet, numerous sword saints, Jamato, wielding sharp blades, roamed about, their crimson compound eyes flashing with cold killing intent, serving as its most loyal guards.
"The battle begins!"
Sakurai Kagekazu's voice trembled slightly, yet remained resolute.
The moment the command was given, most of the participants immediately followed the pre-arranged tactics, turning into several afterimages and scattering away.
Several physically strong contestants roared and charged forward, using their bodies and weapons to forcibly draw the devastating firepower of the castle Jamato.
Another group of agile players weaved at high speed through the shadows of the buildings on both sides, engaging in a difficult battle with the ghostly guards, Jyamato.