The King's Avatar: The Sword Immortal Returns

"Pain? It's probably true now. That means a person only has one life. This is no joke."

Mo Qian and Ye Xiu exchanged a glance. They already knew that some people might have lost their lives, but others didn't, such as the other people who had entered the beta test with them.

When Ye Xiu and his group arrived at the entrance of the first dungeon, they saw a group of people standing there helplessly.
"What are you doing here? Who are you waiting for?"

Ye Xiu led the group and asked, and the passersby, upon seeing that it was the Battle God Ye Xiu, quickly explained the situation to him.

"More than three teams have entered the Ice Cave dungeon, but none of them have come out yet. This dungeon is only level 10, while they all entered at level 15, but—"

Ye Xiu understood what he wanted to say.
"No one came out, right?"

"Yes, not a single player appeared at the respawn point. It's as if they all vanished."

Ye Xiu and the others fell silent. They had arrived quickly, but they were still a step too late.
"Don't come in."

Yu Wenzhou gave them a brief explanation of the current situation, which startled them!
"Master, you mean, those people are already...?"

"I'm sorry, but that's probably the case. You can come with us."

Upon hearing this, the passerby glanced at the professional player's team. Tactically, they had Yu Wenzhou and Ye Xiu; physically, they had Mo Qian, Zhou Zekai, and Han Wenqing—a truly perfect lineup.

The only drawback is that their levels are all a bit low, averaging only level ten per person.

This was, of course, because they simply didn't have much time to level up. Upon discovering this situation, they immediately came to inform the group of passersby, lest they send them into their deaths in vain.

"This game probably increased the difficulty of all the dungeons, otherwise it's impossible for so many teams to enter and not be able to get out."

"So, shall we go in, Old Ye?"

Mo Qian looked at Ye Xiu; he definitely wanted to join. His body had almost adapted to the environment, and Mo Qian even felt that the controls here were smoother than in reality.
This is actually the normal situation. In real-world competitions, it's impossible for your hands and brain to work without any delay. It takes time for the brain to transmit instructions to the hands.
However, things are different here. The speed of neural transmission is greatly increased, and they no longer need to use their hands to type on a keyboard. Here, their movements are instantaneous; their own bodies are their own roles.
"Didn't you already know that, Old Mo? Don't tell me you're too scared to go in—"

A team can only have a maximum of five people. Ye Xiu and Mo Qian plan to go in, and a priest is definitely needed.

Immediately, both of their eyes were fixed on Zhang Xinjie.
"So you've set your sights on me?"

Zhang Xinjie could tell what these two were thinking at a glance. Among the priests, Zhang Xinjie was the strongest, so naturally, he was the first choice.

"Is there anyone else who wants to join?"

Just as Ye Xiu was about to say that, Han Wenqing and Zhou Zekai stepped forward.
"Old Han, you're no good, but Little Zhou is. We're still missing an area-of-effect damage dealer. Yunxiu, what do you say, want to come along?"

Ye Xiu was well aware of Han Wenqing's strength and reaction. Old Han certainly had experience, but his reaction was somewhat inferior to that of the younger generation, and this was no joke.

(End of this chapter)