[World 18, Underwater World]
[Death Territory]
An endless deep-sea zone, dotted with countless water cities and fortresses.
These are the hidden maps buried within the Death Territory.
Each of these places conceals countless rare treasures, waiting for professionals from various countries to come and explore.
Inside one of these water cities at this moment, a group of white professionals from the Oil Nation is teaming up to hunt deep-sea beasts in the city and scavenge for the treasures hidden within.
Among themselves, they are still sharing the joy of victory in battle, "Thought the Dragon Nation was something special, but now it seems they're nothing much after all. Third in the Realm? Just an empty reputation!"
"Yeah, just thinking about how they were beaten and fled in panic just now makes me laugh!"
"Hahaha! Gotta say, the gear that Cold Nation sponsored us with is really something. My combat power's gone up by at least 30%!"
"If things go on like this, when the next Global Professionals Tournament starts, our Oil Nation's international ranking will rise into the top 30!"
"Send the report of killing Dragon Nation's people to Cold Nation, let them know we put their resources to work!"
Just as everyone was basking in joy, someone in the crowd suddenly spoke with concern, "You don't think Dragon Nation's people will come back for revenge, right?"
At the front, a rare-class [Explosive Shooter · Muji] swore confidently, "Relax. Even if they come back, so what?"
"They come once, we kill them once!"
"Our Seven-Nation Allied Forces, afraid of a mere Dragon Nation? If anything happens, Cold Nation's holding the line up top, and above Cold Nation, there's the No. 1 superpower of the Realm, Beacon Nation!"
"What does Dragon Nation have? Dare to fight us?"
"They wouldn't dare come!"
Just as the words fell, a teammate on the outer perimeter sent a message, "Enemy forces approaching!"
"Which Nation?"
"Dragon Nation!"
Muji didn't care at all, "Didn't think they'd actually dare to come!"
"Aren't they just bringing us more gear? I'll go greet them myself!"
Muji had just prepared to lead people out of the city, but right then, a powerful blade light swept forward with a loud whoosh.
Accompanied by a series of screams, five professionals from the Oil Nation were slashed and thrown to the ground, turning into white light the next second and vanishing.
In view, a yellow-skinned warrior man wielding a Guandao, clad in black armor, exuding coldness from head to toe, led a group of Dragon Nation professionals, stepping forward slowly amidst the glowing white light.
Muji was clearly someone with an eye for power.
Just from appearance, he recognized the opponent's class and said with slight surprise, "Epic class, Martial Saint?"
"Looks like Dragon Nation's got something after all!"
Overlord Blade stared coldly at Muji, "It was you who invaded Dragon Nation territory and killed our professionals."
Muji crossed his arms, full of arrogance: "Yes, it was me. What do you want t—"
Slash!
Before Muji could finish, Overlord Bladesuddenly executed an SS-rank Rare-class Swift Slash, closing the hundred-meter gap in a flash, striking with his blade.
-2.759 million!
The full HP bar above Muji's head was instantly emptied.
Before Muji could even react, his eyes widened, and with a thump, he dropped to his knees before Overlord Blade.
The next second, right in front of all the surrounding Oil Nation professionals, he turned into white light and vanished.
Silence fell on the field, as if death itself had arrived.
"Boss… got killed!"
"Boss was a rare-class professional, and got one-shot!"
"Brothers, kill them! Avenge the boss! Kill these Dragon Nation pigs!"
With their battle cries, professionals from the Oil Nation surged in from all directions, charging at Overlord Blade and his group.
Even though Overlord Blade had already shown overwhelming power that shocked them beyond belief, they still assumed: among these Dragon Nation professionals, there's only one Epic Martial Saint, he's the only threat, the rest are nothing.
Just like the group of Dragon Nation professionals they previously drove out of this water city, once Overlord Blade is dealt with, the rest pose no threat.
They clearly hadn't realized the gravity of the situation.
Oil Nation had overwhelming numbers, 500 people!
Dragon Nation had only 100 professionals.
Seeing enemies charging in from all directions, the members of Heavens Hall drew weapons, tense and ready.
Just waiting for the enemies to enter attack range.
Sword Emperor Luo Chen unsheathed his blade.
SHING! SHING! SHING! SHING!
In an instant, over a hundred golden sword shadows whirled around Luo Chen, and under his mental control, they launched indiscriminate attacks on all surrounding enemies.
Even if each sword shadow could only deal 10% damage, with the output of a legendary Sword Emperor, even 10% meant 300,000–400,000 damage, easily massacring the field.
Swept by the sword shadows, all Oil Nation professionals trying to approach were cut down into white light.
At the same time, Rare-class Thunder Mage Lin Tian, Rare-class Flame Knight Wu Haotian, Rare-class Light and Shadow Warrior Glory Firmament, and Elite-class Thief Ouyang Linger, all launched attacks on the surrounding enemies.
All of them were elite to rare-class professionals. Not only did they dominate by profession, but Heavens Hall's members were also equipped with the top-tier 14–15 star gold gear, and their skills were all SS-rank.
In contrast, the Oil Nation professionals wore 11–12 star red or orange gear, and even some purple, with A-rank skills at best.
The gap in strength between the two empires' professionals was a full ten tiers.
Thus, on the field, only the Oil Nation professionals were being slaughtered.
Besides Overlord Blade and Luo Chen dealing 3–4 million damage—
The rest of Heavens Hall's members still averaged around 2 million damage.
Fighting these Oil Nation pros, whose HP didn't even reach 1 million, was like slicing tofu with a sharp blade.
As for the Oil Nation professionals?
Their 100–200k damage on Heavens Hall pros was like a swarm of ants poking an elephant with toothpicks.
On the battlefield, the entire situation turned completely one-sided.
Even with five times the numbers, Oil Nation got beaten like grandsons. The fight had barely lasted three seconds before they couldn't hold it anymore, fleeing in panic.
Heavens Hall, there wasn't a single weakling among them.
Even the priest Ning Tiantian could easily one-shot someone with a single skill.
Their overwhelming, terrifying power was frightening.
The Oil Nation professionals couldn't even imagine, just what kind of special forces from Dragon Nation they had encountered this time.
In an instant, Oil Nation's forces were on the verge of collapse.
At that moment—
ROAR—
Amid a deafening dragon's roar, a Mythical-class Level Thirty-Six Winged Armageddon Black Dragon soared over the city.
Inside the city, the last batch of Oil Nation professionals, upon witnessing the colossal dragon weighing like Mount Tai, were all wiped out by Heavens Hall's members.
All 500 Oil Nation professionals, annihilated.
Heavens Hall casualties: Zero!
They didn't even know, until the moment they were wiped out, that the real BOSS among Dragon Nation's professionals hadn't even made a move…
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