135: Chapter 135 Weakness Analysis! Wang Wei: He has a mana bar!

Wang Wei's hoarse, lung-bursting roar was like a lighthouse being lit in the pitch-black depths of the sea.

Through the public channel, it clearly reached the ears of every player who was charging, dying, or respawning.

"...Mana bar?"

A player who had just respawned and was preparing to charge toward the sword light again froze in his tracks.

"What the hell is a mana bar?" another player, currently in Soul form after being cleaved in half by the sword light, asked subconsciously.

"Idiot! A mana bar is Mana! It's MP!"

"Holy crap! Is he a mage?"

"Who cares what he is! Old Wang means that using skills costs him mana! His invincible turtle shell isn't infinite!"

After a brief moment of dead silence and bewilderment...

The entire battlefield exploded instantly, as if a mental nuclear bomb had been dropped!

If the previous resistance was born out of the tragedy of defending their home and the desperation of being driven to a corner...

Then now, all that tragedy transformed into an incomparably fanatical excitement at seeing the dawn of victory!

He isn't invincible!

He can be killed!

This realization was like a shot of adrenaline, stabbing deep into the Soul of every player!

“Hahahaha! I knew it! How could there be a BOSS with locked health!”

“Brothers! Did you hear that? He has a mana bar! Let's grind him down!”

“Don't let him recover mana! Charge! Kill him!”

The communication channel was instantly submerged in a mountain-shaking tsunami of ecstasy.

The atmosphere that had just been filled with despair and tragedy vanished without a trace.

Replacing it was that familiar, greedy, fanatical, and inhuman scent of the fourth calamity.

“Everyone shut the hell up and calm down!”

Li Qiang's roar, like that of a tyrannosaurus, drowned out all the noise.

He had just died again and was currently bare-chested, wearing nothing but a pair of newbie boxer shorts, but his eyes were terrifyingly bright.

“Old Wang! Share the data you analyzed! What do we need to do?”

Li Qiang immediately grasped the key point.

Wang Wei's voice rang out immediately, carrying an irrepressible excitement.

“His shield, or rather his 'Protective Spirit Gang,' consumes the energy in his body whenever it takes any form of attack! I've named it 'Spiritual Power Value,' which is the mana bar you guys are talking about!”

“According to preliminary calculations, every normal kinetic attack (bullet) consumes about one ten-thousandth of his Spiritual Power! Every energy attack (laser) is about five-thousandths! The shockwave from each self-detonation is the highest! It can reach zero point one percent!”

“But!” Wang Wei's tone suddenly spiked, “The cosmic space he is in right now has a Spiritual Qi concentration of almost zero! This means his mana bar is almost non-renewable! He's just a one-time-use high-energy battery!”

Wang Wei's words were simple and crude, yet they made every player understand instantly.

This BOSS might be badass...

But he didn't bring any mana potions, and the map he was on was a 'Mana-Withered Zone' where mana regeneration was forbidden!

“Wear him out!”

Li Qiang instantly formulated a new tactic.

His eyes flashed with a beast-like light as he roared in the team channel.

“From now on! Everyone, give up on all high-power attacks that require charging!”

“Pull out your fastest-firing weapons from the bottom of your chests! I don't care if the damage is high or low! As long as you can maintain attack frequency!”

“Those without weapons! Pick up trash! Pick up platform debris! Throw them with your hands! Kick them with your feet! Use your corpses to smash him!”

“Our goal is no longer to deal damage! It's to consume!”

“Use endless attacks to grind his mana bar down to nothing!”

“Do you understand?!”

“Understood!”

Millions of players let out a unified roar, like that of demon gods.

At this moment, the tactics changed completely.

If the previous 'Great Wall of Flesh and Blood' was a tragic song...

Then what was playing now was an utterly absurd black comedy titled 'The fourth calamity.'

A Firearm Ranger who had just respawned didn't say a word as he pulled two white-quality submachine guns from the Newbie Village out of his backpack.

This kind of gun had low power, and the bullets scattered like flower petals in the wind.

But its only advantage was its high rate of fire!

“Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!”

He aimed at Ye Guyun and emptied two magazines of bullets in three seconds.

Most of the bullets missed, flying into the unknown depths of the Universe.

Only a few hit Ye Guyun's Protective Spirit Gang with a clatter, then bounced off weakly.

The damage dealt was zero.

But in Wang Wei's laboratory, a cheer erupted.

“It's working! The attacks are effective!”

Wang Wei pointed at the imperceptible data fluctuations on the screen, his face turning red with excitement.

“His Spiritual Power Value dropped by three-millionths!”

“Good job! Keep it up!”

That player finished his bullets and, without even looking at the result, was instantly vaporized by a sweeping Sword Qi.

But on his dying face was a satisfied smile.

Beside him, the Respawn Point flashed with white light, and another player rushed out, repeating the exact same actions.

“For the Alliance! Bah, for the chip damage!”

The entire battlefield's style underwent a sudden change.

Those 'trash weapons' previously considered useless were now the most popular treasures.

“Gatling! Who has a Gatling from a mecha? Let me borrow it!”

“I have a close-in weapon system stripped from an alien spaceship! Three thousand rounds per minute! Who's going to help me reload!”

Even some life-skill players joined this 'chip damage' craze in their own way.

An architect player directly controlled an engineering robot to launch freshly produced, still-hot cement blocks one after another like cannonballs.

The cement blocks were shredded by Sword Qi halfway through, turning into powder.

But every grain of dust hitting the shield was an effective 'attack.'

Lin Xiaowan was even more direct and crude.

She rushed into the Contribution Points mall and used her astronomical balance to buy out the cheapest and smallest items in the store—[steel ball].

Then, she activated a server-wide broadcast.

“Attention everyone! I've just installed a hundred Magnetic Launchers at the edge of the platform! Unlimited supply of steel ball! Anyone free, go grab some! Scatter them like flower petals for me!”

Thus, an even more bizarre scene appeared on the battlefield.

Countless players lined up to receive heavy portions of steel ball from the Magnetic Launchers, then threw them toward Ye Guyun with all their might.

Tens of thousands of steel ball formed storms of metal, pitter-pattering against Ye Guyun's shield.

That sound couldn't travel in a vacuum.

But the sight was like a nightmare for someone with trypophobia.

Ye Guyun's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

He felt something was wrong.

These ants had gone mad.

Their attacks had become completely disorganized, yet carried an annoying regularity.

They no longer tried to challenge his shield with high-power attacks.

Instead, they used these endless little harassments, like the buzzing of flies, to disgust him.

A single sweep of his sword could clear a large area.

But in the next second, even more ants would emerge from that strange white light formation, continuing their attacks without fear of death.

They couldn't be killed off.

They couldn't be extinguished.

The Spiritual Power in his body was being consumed at a speed that far exceeded his expectations.

Although each consumption was infinitesimal...

In this damned Spiritless Land where not even a trace of Spiritual Qi could be felt, any bit of consumption was irreplaceable.

He was like a traveler trapped in a desert; the water in his canteen was dripping away drop by drop.

“A bunch of... damned bugs!”

For the first time, an emotion called 'irritation' rose in Ye Guyun's heart.

His original mindset of being high and mighty, looking down on all living things, was being worn away bit by bit by this rogue tactic.

He couldn't stay passive like this any longer!

He had to cut down that iron tower before his Spiritual Power ran out, and then leave this ghostly place!

A cold light flashed in his eyes as he stopped paying attention to those flies.

He decided to use his strongest power and fastest speed to resolve the target!

“Rise!”

He formed a sword seal.

The azure nether sword beneath his feet glowed brilliantly, instantly transforming into a hundred-zhang-long, incredibly solid azure giant sword.

Sword Qi circulated upon that giant sword, radiating a terrifying power capable of cleaving stars.

It was this very move that had insta-killed over a hundred mechas earlier.

“Not good! He's going to use his ultimate!”

Wang Wei's scream rang out in the channel.

“His energy readings are skyrocketing! The target of this strike is the Tower of Babel!”

Li Qiang's eyes turned bloodshot.

“Explosive packs! Everyone with explosive packs! Form a suicide squad for me! Charge! Before he swings that sword, blow him to a halt!”

With a single command...

Thousands of prepared players, clutching various homemade bombs acquired from Balrogs and aliens, rushed toward that hundred-zhang giant sword without hesitation, like the most frenzied of warriors.

“For Earth!”

“Art is an explosion!”

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

One brilliant self-detonation flare after another exploded around that azure giant sword—