I Can Bring In-game Items Out-Chapter 185 - 162 Flesh and Blood Desolation Skill_2

But he had naturally infused it in advance, placed it in his personal space, and now he could activate it directly.

In a fit of anger, Small Knife subconsciously used this one-time treasure.

At this moment, Ma Guardian still had a confident smile on her face.

Not to mention Level 80, even Level 100 would die; this is a talisman refined by an Immortal Master.

Then, she saw the Wind Blade was actually blocked. Unfortunately, before she could show a surprised expression, she was already hit by the black light.

"I-I admit defeat!" Subsequently, Ma Guardian hurriedly shouted, as she also felt the imminent danger of death.

"You spoke too late," Small Knife said coldly, not striking again.

Ma Guardian sensed something was wrong because the audience had started to exclaim.

Especially the fatal dense aura surrounding her.

Ma Guardian wanted to say something but found she couldn’t.

She wanted to move but could not.

Looking at herself, she found she had turned as black as ink.

She was actually melting; her flesh and blood were melting, exposing her bones.

Whether or not her fearful expression showed, she melted into black liquid within a short time in front of everyone.

This liquid corroded the ground around it with a sizzling sound and then evaporated rapidly, leaving nothing behind.

"Is this even a human?" Public test players observed the spectacle, while closed beta players saw the intricacies.

That famous talisman, which only an Immortal Master could manufacture, how could they not recognize it?

It was actually blocked.

And this counter-kill method was too terrifying.

Is this still a public test player? It’s simply a monster.

"Such a delicate beauty, turned into black water just like that? What a waste," someone said, clearly one of the onlookers, a public test player.

Only they focused on different things, merely watching the excitement, unable to understand the deeper meaning.

"If it were other players, they’d be dead. But not Ma Guardian," the Swordsman mumbled.

The burly Martial Artist beside him also nodded dumbly.

They were also Level 80 strongmen, yet only members of this merchant convoy, obeying orders from the North Witch Branch President, as subordinates.

While these two Guardians were also Level 80, they were Guardians, on par with the North Witch Branch President.

The treatment was naturally worlds apart.

What was the reliance on?

Wind Guardian relied on Blood and Qi Divine Speed, dominating them, and the moment Residual Blood Finger was unleashed, it was an instant kill; this was the capital.

While Ma Guardian didn’t have such strong offensive power, she came from the Western Wilderness, the region with the fewest players at birth, full of mystery.

The famous Flesh and Blood Desolation Skill from the Western Wilderness; even the full strength of Wind Guardian couldn’t kill Ma Guardian.

There were even players who claimed that even the low-level methods of Immortal Masters couldn’t kill Ma Guardian.

Over here, Small Knife hadn’t heard the system prompt for his third victory?

"Not dead?" Small Knife vigilantly looked at the black liquid, which had evaporated and dissipated? Not dead yet?

Just now, he was a bit regretful for wasting a one-time Great Witch Artifact, but now it seemed that this was indeed the Four Seas Commerce Association’s powerhouse.

As if in response, a horse pulling a cart suddenly neighed, suddenly struggling frantically as if mad.

Before others could calm it, the horse’s head exploded, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and Ma Guardian’s charming head emerged.

Her head actually emerged from the shattered horse’s head.

Such bizarreness immediately triggered cries of surprise from many player viewers.

Today indeed broadened everyone’s horizons.

The horse corpse collapsed without its head.

After that, Ma Guardian actually crawled out of the horse’s corpse.

Everyone’s eyes widened, unable to care about the eerie bizarreness.

Crawling out from inside the horse’s corpse, Ma Guardian smiled charmingly, just about to speak when her expression changed.

A look of fear appeared on her face.

A black spot, like an ink dot, appeared in the center of her forehead, quickly spreading, and within seconds she had turned into a black person and melted away.

Before she could say anything, the black liquid flowed down, the remaining skeleton was also black, and similarly, in just a few seconds, it became a puddle of black water.

Seeing this, the expression of closed beta players who had seen much was imaginable.

This was beyond what shock could describe.

The scene appeared exceptionally eerie.

"Actually? Still not dead?"

Small Knife, on guard, checked inside his dantian, where the faint, patterned transparent golden bell was infused with all his Blood Qi, barely restored and barely able to activate for defense.

As the system hadn’t yet commented on the victory or defeat of the third round, it proved that the Black Woman was not dead.

Suddenly.

The terrifying wailing sounded again, this time from the Level 80 Black Scale Horse, which twisted a few times.

Sure enough, it happened.

Terror akin to human fear appeared in the horse’s eyes, then it actually spoke.

"You, you, how can a public test player be this strong? A closed beta player wouldn’t bear to use such a treasure; you, are you the legendary alpha test player?" This voice, belonging to Ma Guardian, was filled with fear.

"Please spare me! I...!"

Immediately after, the Level 80 Black Scale Horse collapsed to the ground, rapidly turning black, and dissolved into black water.

The black water corroded the ground, evaporating cleanly in ten-odd seconds.

Beep: Congratulations, you have won the third duel and secured the final victory.

Small Knife finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was only now that he realized the terror of the Great Witch Artifact; indeed, there was great fear.

"The legendary alpha test player, we surrender, accepting the bet and admitting defeat." The North Witch Branch President, somewhat shattered, maintained some semblance of formality in his speech before leading the convoy away dejectedly.

"The Flesh and Blood Desolation Skill of the Western Wilderness truly lives up to its name," thought Small Knife to himself with a sigh of relief—fortunately, his Great Witch Artifact was even more formidable.

The sycophantic flattery was rather bothersome, sucking up in the game was so direct, causing Small Knife to get goosebumps, but to maintain his image, he forced a few smiles and soon entered the Witch Residence.

The online forums in reality exploded.

Previously, the public test players were making wild claims, shouting incessantly, eagerly watching the fun, boasting of dragon and tiger battles.

While closed beta players watched like clowns, coldly observing; in their perception, how long had the public test just started?

How could this team from the Four Seas Commerce Association possibly lose? Impossible.

The first expert of public test? Haha, what a joke.

In the end, it was a face slap.

What scared them more was, could that person be an alpha test player?

The more they thought, the more possible it seemed; there was no way public test players could be this formidable.

Closed beta players couldn’t be this reckless.

And closed beta players had already been in the game for many years, but among them always circulated rumors of alpha test players, though never proven.

It was like a legend, yet not baseless.

As some clues still lingered, they had searched for them before.

At this time, the Four Major Forces had already convened an online meeting about this because only under their powerful influence could they gain more information about alpha test players.

Those people seemed to have left this world, referring to the game world.

This information mostly came from some real-life secrets.

The meeting’s content did not leak out.

However, afterward, the rumor privately circulated that alpha test players had already left the Second World, and that the first expert of public test was the rebirth of an alpha expert player.

Small Knife had logged off, with Mountain Grass busily overwhelmed on his end, as many major forces and companies were eager to connect and inquire about purchasing the Cultivation Technique and how to obtain a Spirit Root.

Each implied they could spare no expense or cooperate.

But, Mountain Grass was powerless and could only make excuses.

He knew the reason for Brother Dao’s strength, which had nothing to do with alpha test players.

In the Second World, at Wolf Fang Pass, Small Knife had posted a task, and a Witch had already accepted the task, stationed at Wolf Fang Pass.

The reason was nothing but that Small Knife could afford it.

Beginning that day, Small Knife immersed himself almost entirely in reality.

He changed his attitude towards those messy affairs, primarily focusing on arduous cultivation.

The victory in the game didn’t make him lose his head; seeing the alpha test players disappear in real life, with some speculating they all died of old age, startled him.

Admonishing himself, what’s the use of being formidable in the Second World, reality is the key, he shouldn’t be foolish with his unique conditions, and he should distinguish between primary and secondary.