Traveling through the game world

Having been fully armed again, Lian Yang and his companions stood at the entrance to the Hero's Tomb above the drifting cave. No one spoke a word to each other, their eyes burning with the flames of revenge.

The five men absolutely could not allow themselves to slink away again. They had to prove their strength, showing that no one, no matter who they were, could dare to challenge them.

Taking a deep breath, Lian Yang drew his greatsword and shouted, "Let's go! If those dark-skinned assassins are still around, kill them!"

It must be said that the top-notch and gorgeous equipment undoubtedly gave Lian Yang a very strong sense of confidence. Even though he knew that the Dark Elf assassin force was powerful, Lian Yang firmly believed that he and his companions were even stronger.

"Swish, swish, swish... Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Just as he stepped into the Hero's Gate, there was still a faint glimmer of light before his eyes. But a deluge of arrows had already swarmed in.

It turned out that the Dark Elf assassin force had already prepared an ambush for Lian Yang and his men at the entrance of the Hero's Tomb.

Lian Yang and his group considered their hasty escape a disgrace, but the trusted assassins sent by Elder Sharp of the Dark Elves, despite being new recruits, were the absolute ace of the Dark Elf army.

The assassin squad, which rarely suffered defeats in completing missions, actually managed to let Lian Yang and a few inexperienced adventurers under level 50 escape from their encirclement of more than a hundred people.

This was almost unheard of in the secret elite force of Elder Shaplen, who was lurking in the shadows for years.

"Whoosh!..." Holding a greatsword in his left hand and a level 50 inherited lightsaber in his right, Lian Yang chuckled as he swung the sword, saying to his companion, "It seems these dark-skinned devils haven't been idle while we were away. Not only have they replenished the number of people we killed with the third hero, Iron-Blooded Swordsman Bach, but their strength has also increased by a level!"

"Nonsense!" Alice said irritably, "We've increased our strength, so how could they possibly be idle? But it seems we've become stronger!"

The assassin squad has certainly been strengthened, and not just slightly. Previously, to avoid using familiar faces within the Dark Elf guards protecting the Hero's Tomb, which could lead to leaks and incur the wrath of Agamemnon and Barn, they only used some relatively strong new recruits.

However, as Lian Yang left, the dark elves also reported to Shaplen that the entire dark elf guard among the heroes had fallen into a deep sleep. Knowing this was the case, Elder Shaplen waved his hand and immediately dispatched a more elite group of assassins to replace the previously lost men.

At this point, the assassin squad's average level had reached 50, and as Shaplen's trusted assassin unit, they were all equipped with high-level blue gear, and even their weapons were purple. In Arad, they were among the top-tier elite units.

Not to mention, the assassin who is now the leader of the assassin squad is a powerful dark elf who is already level 65 and has several pieces of purple equipment.

Despite the unprecedented strength of the Dark Elves, Lian Yang and his group still braved the dense rain of arrows and rapidly approached the Dark Elf forces.

As Nicholas attacked, he continuously used his spider webs to intercept the arrows. Frowning, he said calmly, "The third hero, Iron-Blooded Swordsman Bach, is missing."

Nodding, Lian Yang replied, "Although the third hero, Iron-Blooded Swordsman Bach, is very strong, his madness makes him easy to deal with. Even if we can't beat him, we can still lure him away if we're willing to sacrifice ourselves." After a pause, Lian Yang continued, "On the other hand, the dark elves in front of us are quite troublesome, but if we can kill them all, maybe we'll have a chance to level up to 45."

Lian Yang's words undoubtedly greatly stimulated his friends. Thinking of the powerful dark elves in front of them, who were like walking experience pools, Baron's eyes burned with fervor, and he muttered with drool at the dark elves, "Level up, level up! Hehe!" As he spoke, he charged towards the assassin squad even more recklessly.

The newly arrived leader of the Dark Elf assassin force looked at Lian Yang and his group as they approached, a cold smile creeping across his lips. He said in a sinister tone, "I thought you were too scared to come back, but I didn't expect that you would come back to die after escaping."

The newly arrived leader of the assassin squad actually looked down on Lian Yang from the bottom of his heart. After all, Lian Yang was only level 40 at the time, while he was already level 65. The 25-level difference made the assassin leader not take Lian Yang and his group seriously at all.

"Going to your death?!" Lian Yang sneered, "Who knows who will die today! You're just a piece of trash who hasn't even awakened yet!"

When it comes to being ruthless, who has Lian Yang ever been afraid of? He directly pointed out the fact that the leader of the assassins had not yet awakened, which happens to be exactly what the leader of the dark elves fears most.

In the continent of Arad, one can awaken at level 50, but only true geniuses can directly awaken at level 50, some at level 55, and even fewer at level 60.

However, after level 65, it is certain that as long as they don't die, they will definitely awaken one day, but such awakening is called "waste awakening" on the continent.

"Hmph!" The Dark Elf Assassin Leader snorted angrily, "So what if you're good with your tongue? You won't be leaving this Hero's Tomb alive today. Come to think of it, it's an honor for trash like you, who's not even level 40, to die in the Hero's Tomb!"

After all, he was a level 65 character. Although he was annoyed, he could still pretend to be a Dark Elf Assassin. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't awaken his powers immediately or in the early stages, who would willingly choose to be an assassin who could only live in the darkness?

"Words are useless!" Lian Yang, his body shrouded in bloody energy and radiating sword aura, roared with high spirits, "Let's fight! Mountain-shattering, earth-shattering sword dance—!"

With swift strides, Lian Yang suddenly leaped up and shot towards the dark elf warriors in front of him like a meteor.

The greatsword in his hand shone with a silver light and a bloody aura, but the magnificent sword energy appeared extremely bloody and evil.

"Slash!" Lian Yang shouted, and his greatsword slashed fiercely from the sky towards the dark elf warriors.

"Crack!..." It was clearly just a sword slash, but Lian Yang actually cut it into the air and created a lightning-like explosion.

"Boom..." The giant sword slashed at the earth, creating an earth-shaking effect.

"Thump!" The dark elf warrior, who was on high alert, could not stand firm amidst the earth-shaking tremors caused by the continuous slash of the Sun Sword. This was a battle-hardened assassin.

But that wasn't all! The earth-shaking tremor caused by the giant sword was merely the force of a landslide. What followed, however, was the scorching lava that surged and erupted from the torn earth beneath the dark elf warriors' feet, profoundly demonstrating to these proud dark elves what it truly meant to shatter mountains and split the earth.

"Ah!...Ah!" Amid the dark elf warrior's shrill screams, it was discovered that the wounds pierced by the lava were not simply burns, but rather clean cuts made as if by a sharp weapon.

This is Lian Yang's level 45 ultimate skill, the Mountain-Shattering Sword Dance Slash, which is a magma erupting from the earth mixed with incomparably sharp sword energy.

Sword energy tore through the enemy's defenses, blood energy shattered their flesh, and scorching magma doubled their pain. For a time, its power was unparalleled.

"What!?" The leader of the dark elf assassin force at the rear roared in shock and anger upon seeing the horrific state of the dark elf warriors in front of him.

After a brief moment of shock, the leader of the dark elf assassin squad roared, "Lian Yang, you brat, prepare to die!" Although they were assassins, they were still an assassin squad, and the gruesome death of the dark elf warrior before him filled the dark elf leader with unbearable hatred.

So he disregarded all pretense of being a master and launched his kunai at breakneck speed, the sound barely audible in the darkness.

"Clang clang clang..." Sensing the sharpness of the kunai, Lian Yang couldn't help but let go of the dark elf warrior in front of him and chose to fight the leader of the assassin squad.

“You go and take care of these assassins, I’ll deal with their leader.” The Dark Elf assassin leader had troops, but Lian Yang was never alone.

King against king, general against general—that's how battles are supposed to be.

Lian Yang raised his hand, and his familiar starting move, the sword-drawing slash, drew a beautiful and familiar silver-red arc of killing light.

Despite the unparalleled sharpness of Lian Yang's sword strike, the leader of the Dark Elf assassin squad, with his incredibly rich combat experience, easily leaped away, dodging Lian Yang's sword energy. In an instant, he appeared before Lian Yang.

"Beautiful!" Although they were on opposing sides and were enemies, Lian Yang still gave a thumbs up to the Dark Elf assassin leader's brilliant evasion.

Holding a sword with its blade pointed at the Dark Elf leader before him, standing awkwardly, Lian Yang calmly said, "Level 40 Berserker Sword Soul, Lian Yang!"

Leaning forward, with a deep blue dagger held in his left hand and a pitch-black kunai in his right, the leader of the Dark Elf Assassins introduced himself in a sinister tone: "Level 65 Shadow Dancer, Shadow Three!"

"war!"

Raising his hand and swinging his sword, he moved with the speed of a dragon, Lian Yang's first move was the incomparably sharp Dragon Slash.

Standing still, Shadow Three spun the dagger in his hand rapidly, adapting to any situation with unchanging movements—it was none other than Blade Dance.

On one side was the fierce, dragon-like aura of attack, and on the other side stood still, performing a beautiful yet deadly dance of death.

Finally, sword and dagger clashed... "Clang, clang, clang..." What reached everyone's ears was a crisp, pleasant metallic vibration.

"Rage Burst!" As the sword energy ended, Lian Yang decisively chose the Rage Burst, which could be sustained.

Sensing the surging anger, Shadow Three, a veteran of the battlefield, remained standing still, fiercely attacking Lian Yang from all directions with his dagger.

Ying San, enduring Lian Yang's surging rage, repeatedly assaulted his body, while Lian Yang, in his own fury, fiercely swung his greatsword.

In fact, Lian Yang had the advantage, since he attacked with both his sword and the rage beneath his feet, while Ying San's attack consisted only of the Shadow Slaughter move.

Seeing the blood trickling from Ying San's mouth, Lian Yang chuckled and said, "There's a saying in my hometown: 'Don't pretend to be something you're not!'"