Chapter 177: Won't Last Long

Jack stretched his neck and warmed up, his usual calm composure replaced by intense loathing and hatred for these butchers who treated human lives as worthless.

For their own selfish gain, they wantonly stripped others of their lives, committing one horrific atrocity after another, all while spewing nonsense about being the next stage of human evolution, claiming they were no longer the same race as humans.

Every time Jack saw these perverted murder maniacs, he was reminded of the nightmarish days from ten years ago when cities were sealed off and massacred.

Back then, he had no strength. Now, he had become a Player, possessing the weapons Kamiyu had crafted for him. He finally had formidable power.

Driven by vengeance, Jack declared he would wipe out every last one of these human scum without exception.

With that, Jack charged toward Hou Ao, who was in the deep pit.

The shoes with triple movement speed kicked up a cloud of brownish-yellow dust behind him.

“He’s fast. Is that really the speed a Warrior should have? Feels even faster than me, a Rogue.”

“What’s the use of speed? Hou Ao has immense mass and possesses multiple Special Abilities. I don’t think this Black Armor Warrior can last much longer.”

Jack leaped high into the air, clasping his hands together and raising his arms high, adopting a sword-style stance as if wielding a large cleaver for a straight downward slash, aiming directly for the crown of Hou Ao’s head.

With a “Boom!”

The Endless Fury Gauntlets struck true, hitting Hou Ao squarely on the forehead. Like a lighter, the moment of contact ignited a flame attack on Hou Ao’s head, setting his clothes ablaze.

Hou Ao now looked like a man completely engulfed in flames.

Kamiyu’s eyes lit up. Jack, this test wielder, was indeed impressive. It turned out the fire attribute damage of the gauntlets, just like her own Demon-Repelling Holy Flame, would keep the target in a Burning state.

The attribute attack affix Kamiyu had crafted produced a particularly nasty debuff effect: as long as the flames on the target weren’t extinguished, they would continuously lose Life until it dropped to zero.

“Amazing! This Black Armor Warrior’s new weapon actually has fire attribute damage,” a Mage Player exclaimed in admiration.

Jack’s strike not only turned Hou Ao into a flaming man but also inflicted Vulnerable, applying a bleeding state to Hou Ao. Blood splattered onto Jack’s cuirass, the Black-Scaled Snake Armor, activating its 15x Defense Power.

The Elemental Sprite’s Piggy Bank stored 1% of the damage from these two punches.

Everyone in the Black Sphere Room was overjoyed.

“This looks promising. This Black Armor Warrior really has something to him.”

“So they dared to stop and fight because they came prepared, not just mindless brutes.”

However, a Brother Dong stepped forward to voice dissent: “Don’t celebrate too soon. Anyone familiar with web novels, anime, and movies knows that striking first guarantees defeat.”

“Hou Ao didn’t even dodge, which means this attack wasn’t worth avoiding. Hou Ao is letting him have the first move. Don’t you get it?”

Men San snorted through his nose and said, “Ants will always be ants. No matter how powerful Players are, they remain part of the backward human race.”

Qian Long’s eyes rolled, and he immediately caught on, shouting loudly, “Hou Ao, no need to hold back. Devour him raw.”

Upon hearing the instruction, Hou Ao erupted with an intense aura once more. His entire body, which had been charred black, suddenly had its skin flip over, instantly restoring him to his original state, completely unharmed.

“That’s one of our Player’s Skills!” someone exclaimed in shock.

Hou Ao had consumed over a hundred players alive, acquiring many powerful Talents and Skills.

Kamiyu observed closely—this recovery speed was somewhat similar to Mohawk’s from before, and even faster than his.

“An undying Talent? Let’s see if you’re truly immortal.” Jack, a survivor of the life-and-death games himself, had witnessed even more formidable players.

“Even better if you can’t die—that’ll make venting my rage all the more satisfying.” Jack roared wildly.

Jack planted his stance firmly, delivering uppercuts and hooks, left and right swings. The +120% Attack Speed Affix effect of his Gauntlets allowed him to strike so rapidly that each punch felt like two.

Clang clang, bang bang—the sounds of fists meeting flesh echoed, each blow igniting flames and driving Hou Ao into a Vulnerable state, scraping away his Flesh and Blood. Splattered blood and flesh sprayed onto Jack’s Cuirass, triggering his Defense effect.

Boom boom boom boom boom—each punch set Hou Ao’s body ablaze, turning him into a fiery figure.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—the whirlwinds stirred by his fists fanned the Burning flames even fiercer.

In just a brief moment, Jack threw hundreds, even thousands, of punches.

Jack’s Burning effect and Hou Ao’s recovery effect locked in a tug-of-war between their Skills.

With Kamiyu’s Triple Attributes Buff, Jack gained the upper hand, completely Suppressing Hou Ao and leaving him no time to recover. Even with his recovery Skill, Hou Ao couldn’t keep up, continuously Losing Health.

Kamiyu laughed. “What good is recovery when Jack can pummel you through it? Dare to match his stamina?”

Jack wasn’t mindlessly Charging in. Before his assault, he had gulped down all sorts of High-Tier Potions Kamiyu had crafted for him, stacking every Buff to the max. Now, he was fiercer than a bull.

“Tsk, that punching speed almost rivals my Burst Fire,” Kamiyu remarked.

“Save some strength—don’t beat him to death,” Kamiyu taunted, though she was actually hinting to leave him for herself as an Enhancement Point.

To the astonishment of everyone in the Black Sphere Room, Jack had pounded the ten-thousand-ton Hou Ao to his knees.

“How… how is this possible? Am I seeing things? Ten-Thousand-Ton King Hou Ao, being pinned to the ground by the Black Armor Warrior without any chance to fight back?” one Player exclaimed, eyes wide.

“What exactly is happening? Why isn’t Hou Ao fighting back? He’s just standing there like a sandbag, dumbly taking the Black Armor Warrior’s hits.”

“Look closely, everyone—Hou Ao can’t recover; his Skill is stuck,” Xiao Zhong zoomed in on the screen.

In the footage, Hou Ao’s “pigskin” alternated between turning pale and being scorched black in an endless cycle.

“This is the flaw of Hou Ao’s Special Ability—he can only use one at a time. He can’t activate more than two Talent Skills simultaneously.

The Black Armor Warrior actually managed to counter the most troublesome Skill Hou Ao had Absorbed, using nothing but his fists.”

“Doesn’t Hou Ao heal his wounds? The Black Armor Warrior ensures Hou Ao’s wounds persist, forcing him to focus on recovery and preventing any other actions,” another Player explained.

“Isn’t that obvious? Look at what the Black Armor Warrior can do now?” Brother Dong chimed in again, playing devil’s advocate.

“Players are human, and humans get tired. This Black Armor Warrior won’t last much longer.”

The others fell into a tense silence.

“Hey, that Kamiyu girl should go help already.”

“Help my ass, there are still two people standing on the tree branch. Help what?”

Speaking of Ability Users, Men San wasn’t worried at all. Instead, he looked at Jack mockingly and said, “This guy’s punching speed has slowed down. He won’t last much longer. You can save your Special Ability; no need to use it.”