The moment Lu Huai grasped the situation,

he felt no shyness. Simple: this was an online game, not reality.

He stared at a screen—he couldn’t see these four “teammates’” faces. Zero pressure. Naturally, he’d already disabled team voice chat before acting. No distractions allowed.

If a wanted player died, gear durability would plummet absurdly. Repairing this-tier equipment cost a fortune. Worse: random inventory materials might drop on death.

Feihua’s inventory rarely held materials, but today—after nearly finishing daily quests—he hadn’t cleared it yet. Enhancement items sat inside… and now this mishap struck.

Losses stung. Humans instinctively resist losing.

The boy who shrank from conflict in real life? Here, he’d strike back hard!

His expression sharpened. He saw these four as NPCs—slightly oversized bosses.

First target: the overconfident healer who hadn’t adjusted his stance.

Sect: Lingdie Valley!

Meanwhile, the “assassination squad” leader—a programmer with thick-rimmed glasses and too much screen time—had struck the instant the bounty posted.

Eyes locked on-screen, buzzing with excitement, he was the squad’s strongest fighter.

His hobbies? Guild war command and bounty ops.

In *Jian Dan Qin Xin*, bounty posters and hunters formed a full ecosystem. Outside-game, bounties converted to RMB—a legit grind.

No surprise he was contacted early.

To avoid interception and lower suspicion, he’d stayed outside, coordinating with the buyer until the perfect moment: bounty posted → immediate betrayal.

Earlier “casual” chats? Just bait.

Time to cash in big!

Spotting the server-famous, enigmatic 【Feihua】, the youth hesitated.

Feihua meant little to casual players—but to hardcore vets? Legendary.

Why? Mystery.

Top-tier 11th-tier master. Arena win rate near 80%. Terrifying.

Elusive: rarely socialized (not about illnesses—*technique* discussions!). Only glimpsed in high-stakes arena matches, sparingly.

The bespectacled youth guessed: cross-server pro player.

No friends. No master-apprentice or romantic ties. Seemed ready to quit anytime.

Crucially… never used voice chat.

Claimed “no mic,” but the youth suspected a pro avoiding voice exposure. Why? Unknown—maybe just personality.

Or… just loved the mystique?

Ambushing a likely pro? Thrilling. Profitable. The bounty: ten thousand gold!

Gold > silver > copper coins.

Split four ways, he’d net four thousand gold—≈400 RMB. Kill one player? Hell yeah.

*Absolutely* sweet.

When the swordsman lunged first at the Lingdie Valley healer, the youth barked:

“Healer, blink! Tielian Mountain, shield up—block him!”

On-screen, the healer fluttered backward, evading the sword light.

Simultaneously, the Tielian Mountain player raised his shield before Feihua—damage reduced, pursuit hindered.

Protect healer. Tank holds line.

Then he and the other DPS would swarm Feihua. No escape.

Bounty secured.

Seeing the blocked swordsman toss a weak, frustrated-looking sword light toward the healer, the youth smirked. *Feihua’s will is crumbling.*

Perfect timing.

“Seize it! Finish him! So he’s an 11th-tier god? We crush 11th-tiers!”

The healer dodged the feeble strike effortlessly, watching Feihua surrounded like a lamb among wolves.

Yet Feihua seemed… unaware.

Then—**BOOM!**

A deafening blast shook the screen.

“What?!” Even Feihua-focused fervor couldn’t ignore this.

He looked up. The Lingdie Valley healer—supposedly healing safely from afar—stood frozen, swaying slightly.

*Stunned?*

“I’m stunned!” the healer’s panicked voice crackled.

“How?! He didn’t even use CC!”

“It’s… it’s the BOSS!”

“What the hell?!”

A chilling realization hit. This dungeon’s BOSS was trivial—soloable if not for the five-player lock. But one quirk:

That damn BOSS guaranteed damage + two-second stun on the *first* target entering its range.

Feihua’s earlier “frustrated” sword strike…

*Was it deliberate? Luring the healer into the BOSS’s neglected range?*

If so… the foresight. The precision…

Feihua vanished.

“He’s going for the healer! STOP HIM!!” the youth yelled.

Too late. Their reaction lagged far behind the premeditated “pro”—ten steps ahead, crafty, coldly mysterious in their eyes.

They moved.

Feihua had already broken free, shooting toward the stunned healer.

Sword light arced like a rainbow, bursting into dazzling effects.

Effects.

Heartbreaking effects.

Two seconds stun + minor CC + auto-attack combo. Healer’s HP hit zero.

Damage exceeded arena levels.

*Jian Dan Qin Xin*’s rule: PvE gear in open-world PvP slashed defense/HP… but *boosted damage significantly*.

A stunned target, hunted by an 11th-tier master under these conditions…

When you’re killed, you die.

The healer’s desperate cry echoed:

“Brothers, helphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelp—!!”

Seventeen “helps” in two seconds couldn’t capture the panic.

Before their eyes, Feihua—now terrifyingly vivid—emptied the healer’s HP.

Morale cracked.

When Feihua not only held ground against three but counterattacked solo with dazzling moves, chaos erupted.

“Tielian Mountain! Shield *backward*?! Who the hell are you saluting!”

“No way… How’d you miss CC on that big target? Donate your eyes!”

“What execution! A chicken pecking rice on my keyboard would outplay you!”

“Then let the chicken play!”

One by one. Slaughtered.

Right before the bespectacled youth’s eyes.

He fought—commanding, maneuvering—to reverse fate.

But from the start, it was lost. From the moment Feihua killed the healer… the path was sealed.

Until darkness swallowed him.

He glared bitterly at Feihua’s final silhouette… not leaving the dungeon.

Instead, Feihua turned—and soloed the BOSS.

The three corpses at his feet became silent witnesses to an iconic moment.

Ten minutes later: potions used, precise positioning, health whittled down. Daily dungeon cleared. Alone.

Not the highlight—many pros could do this.

But… *right before this*, he’d just slaughtered three well-prepared traitors!

*Shouldn’t he leave now…?*

The youth watched, resentful.

Then—a system message flashed in public chat.

He squinted.

*“Is this all? Hmph. Not even a challenge.”*

Reading it, shame didn’t rise. Something else stirred.

“This tone… trying to dismissively mock our failed hit?”

“But… why so *tsundere*… even kinda cute?”

“Wait… Could Feihua… be a girl?”

“NO!! My mindset’s shifting—this is wrong! Something’s off!”

“Guys, trouble! She’s *too* cute! My head’s spinning! I can already picture a girl behind the screen—face flushed, toes curled tight, scowling dismissively while yelling at me!!”

“St-stop it!!”