Monsters Are Coming

Chapter 1492 - 384: Breaking Records Again, the Magic God Shows His Might (Part 4)

"Roar!"Nulu, whose charge had been blocked, let out another roar.

Meanwhile, Life Throat brought his hands together, then slowly pulled them apart.

A Five-Colored Long Spear formed in his hands, composed entirely of his Life Soul Characteristic, the space around the spear’s shaft faintly twisting.

He made a textbook throwing motion.

Go!

The Five-Colored Long Spear shot out soundlessly.

At this moment, Nulu was pinned down by spatial pressure and Evil Wind, his movements restricted, forced to watch helplessly as the Five-Colored Long Spear came at him.

He roared madly, crossing his fists in front of him in a guard, dark-gold light bursting forth thickly from his Battle Armor as he tried to tank it head-on.

Boom!!!!

The Five-Colored Long Spear exploded in an instant, Withering Attribute Spell spreading from Nulu’s struck forearm as its starting point.

Crack!

A shattering sound rang out; the hardest Arm Armor was the first to fail, spiderweb cracks exploding across it.

Then the cracks rapidly spread to his torso, and even his whole body.

The bones, organs, and muscles inside his body were all violently resonating.

His defensive posture was broken in an instant, and Nulu completely fell into a muddle-headed, paralyzed state; even the Blood Color light in his eyes grew unfocused.

At 13 wins, Starfire Night had taken a strike infused with Life Soul Characteristic and vaporized on the spot, not even leaving behind a scrap of remains.

But this time, Nulu relied on his formidable physique to hard-carry it.

He just looked a little dazed.

This too was the trademark of a Body Cultivation Warrior—their powerful bodies and Recovery Power gave them a much higher margin for error in battle.

Life Throat didn’t give him any chance to breathe.

Taking advantage of Nulu’s rigid body, Life Throat’s spiritual power surged out and whipped wildly.

The Dark Red sandy ground beneath Nulu’s feet suddenly liquefied and collapsed, forming a massive quicksand vortex that swallowed half his body in an instant.

At the same time, high above.

A Five-Colored beam, condensing all of Life Throat’s Star Vein Life Soul Characteristics and imbued with the Solar Annihilation Element, formed out of thin air.

After a brief charge, it fell like divine punishment, in an instant piercing through the chest of the dazed, absent Nulu.

Nulu’s struggling low growl cut off abruptly, and the Blood Light in his eyes went out completely.

His massive body collapsed powerlessly into the quicksand, quickly vanishing, leaving only a slowly settling pit of sand where he had been.

The battle was over.

Life Throat slowly lowered his hand, brushed the dustless silver robe with a smile, then gave a thumbs-up toward the Guiding Water Ball’s position.

Elegant, composed.

Fourteen wins, in the bag.

Seeing this scene, the Magic players in the livestream boiled over again.

Since Monster World launched, the Magic System had always been the largest group within the Player Faction.

Brutal Output, yet it was the Star Vein School with the worst "employment rate."

Precisely because their numbers were so huge, the team-up market never lacked Magic Output.

To recruit a Damage Taker, you had to promise all sorts of special treatment in advance, and the other teammates had to split the Potion costs.

But to recruit a Magic System player, there were even cases where they were only allowed a discounted share of the profits.

Then that portion of the profits would be used to top up the Damage Taker, Close Combat, and Support.

In this moment, all Magic players felt vindicated, proud and honored.

All sorts of shouts calling out "Close Combat" rose one after another in the livestream.

The pent-up frustration of so long finally found a proper outlet at this moment, turning into a torrential barrage flood that poured out:

"See that, you Close Combat meatheads? Times have changed!"

"Who said we Master Mages are afraid of getting close? The silver-haired boss is here to teach you how to behave—go rewatch and worship on repeat."

"Elegance never goes out of style; this is the romance of the Magic System—too damn cool."

"Close Combat bros, come out and take a few steps? That Close Combat big brute even stronger than you got used as a sandbag by our Magic God. Did he even manage to land a scratch the whole fight? Still dare say Close Combat is the strongest? Come out and talk!"

...

Of everyone after this fight, Life Throat was the calmest.

It was the Magic players in the livestream who were experiencing that utterly cathartic joy, so excited they all had goosebumps.

In their eyes, this wasn’t just Life Throat’s personal victory.

It was also a vindication for all Magic players.

The Magic System wasn’t weak; they had just been too noob before.

But one day, they too could become a Magic God as awesome as "Rebel Throat."

At the same time, all players began to look forward to the arrival of that 15th win.

If he could win this next match.

It would mean the Death Arena had been cleared, and finally a player would be promoted to the Second Rank of the Arena: the Glory Arena.

This would be a milestone of glory worthy of being recorded in the player chronicles.

Even ten years, a hundred years from now... when future players flipped through the grand, turbulent history of the faction’s development, they would inevitably look back to this moment and once again witness the Legendary moment of "Rebel Throat."