Free Web NovelChapter 457: Chapter 114: He Is a Super Monster That Cannot Be Defeated Even at Full Power
The Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country glanced down at the light red damage number that appeared on his chest. It was only three digits, not even a fraction of his total Life Value.
A contemptuous, savage grin immediately spread across his lips. Just as he was about to taunt Tingfeng for overestimating himself, a mere Tier Three daring to show off before an expert, two glaring, scarlet system prompts suddenly exploded in his vision, their cold warning tones piercing his eardrums.
[System Warning: You have been afflicted with the "Poisoned" effect! You will lose 1% of your Maximum Life Value per second! This poison effect can be stacked! When your current Life Value drops to 1%, this poison will no longer cause any damage!]
[System Alert: The Poisoned effect has triggered a negative buff. Attack Speed -1%, Movement Speed -1%!]
"P-Poisoned!?"
The arrogant smile froze on his face. The Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country stumbled back half a step, the hem of his gold-embroidered robe sweeping through the blood on the ground and kicking up a pathetic spray of red droplets.
He stared intently at the Beheading Sword in Qin Feng’s hand, which was still wreathed in Holy Flame. His pupils contracted violently in horror, his mind a whirlwind of chaotic questions.
’When the hell did this guy poison me!?’
The Tier Four Lord from Sakura Country gripped his Magic Folding Fan so tightly his knuckles turned white. The blood-red Gemstone on the fan’s surface was squeezed so hard that fine cracks began to appear.
He once again frantically scanned the Beheading Sword in Qin Feng’s hand. The Holy Flame on the blade was clearly pure and brilliant, without even a hint of a poisonous shadow, yet the bone-deep pain inside him was growing ever clearer.
’No sign of him using a poison skill?’
’Could it be some kind of special, long-lasting enchanted poison applied to his sword?’
’No!’
’The most terrifying part isn’t how he poisoned me—it’s the poison effect itself!’
He snapped his head down to look at the system prompt still lingering on his retina. His heart felt as if it had been seized by an icy hand, and even his breathing became sluggish.
’Losing 1% of my Maximum Life Value every second!’
’This isn’t chip damage with a fixed value; this is my life being devoured proportionally!’
’Based on my Basic Life Value of several hundred thousand as a Tier Four Lord, I’m taking a mandatory few thousand points of damage every second, not to mention my attack and movement speed are decreasing at the same time.’
’No wonder... No wonder this guy dared to wait for me here at the Teleportation Gate. He wasn’t being arrogant at all; he had already laid a death trap!’
His previous confusion was answered in an instant, but a new wave of horror washed over and submerged him.
The Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country opened his system panel’s debuff section with a trembling finger. His gaze swept back and forth over the "Duration" column, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpricks. There was no "10 second" or "30 second" countdown marked there—only a blank space!
"A... a permanent Poisoned effect?!"
Those four words were practically squeezed from his throat, trembling and breaking.
The Tier Four Lord Player subconsciously swallowed. The very movement of his Adam’s apple betrayed his absolute terror.
He had seen far too many poison skills in the Lord World. From the common "Snake Venom" found everywhere in the newbie birth points to the high-level "Heart Rot Gu," even the trickiest Dark Poisons rarely dealt percentage-based damage. Their durations were also only a few seconds long, and it was likely they couldn’t even be stacked.
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’This has already broken the rules of normal skills in the Lord World!’
’No time limit meant that unless he died, this poison would cling to him like a cancer on his very bones until the end of time!’
’Losing health proportionally meant that even if he chugged potions and boosted his Life Value into the millions, the pain of losing 1% every second wouldn’t lessen in the slightest!’
’Even more terrifying, the prompt earlier mentioned that the "effect can be stacked." Right now it’s only 1% per second. If I take a few more hits, will it turn into a health loss rate of 5% or even 10% per second?’
At that thought, the Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country didn’t dare be overconfident. He immediately activated his Talent to forcibly expel the poison, but the strange toxin seemed to have a life of its own. It spread wildly along the pathways of his Magic Power, and everywhere it passed, a scorching pain shot through his meridians.
He looked up at Qin Feng. The other man was leaning against the wall, nonchalantly twirling his scabbard. Sunlight streamed through the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows and fell upon him, yet it cast a bottomless shadow in the depths of his eyes.
That faint, unreadable smile on his face was, in the eyes of the Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country, more terrifying than an Evil God Player in the Darkness.
"You..."
The voice of the Tier Four Lord from Sakura Country trembled. The bone-deep pain in his chest was spreading through his meridians to every corner of his body. Each breath brought with it a piercing agony.
He stared intently at Qin Feng, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently twice before he managed to force out the rest of the sentence in a language Qin Feng could understand—his own.
"This is..."
"The Poisoned effect from the Power of a Divine Gift!?"
This wasn’t a question, but a confirmation on the verge of collapse.
In the Lord World’s skill system, only a Divine Gift’s Authority could shatter the rules’ shackles. A poison with fixed damage could be changed to Percentage Health Loss, and a debuff with a limited duration could be extended to be permanent. For this kind of terrifying characteristic that transcended the system’s rules, there was no other possibility besides the legendary Authority of a Divine Gift.
As he said this, the hand of the Tier Four Lord Player from Sakura Country, which was holding the folding fan, had already lost all its strength. The fan’s handle hit the ground with a CLATTER, and the cracks on the blood-red Gemstone widened a little more.
Qin Feng leaned against the mottled wall, his fingertips still unconsciously tracing the Sacred Patterns on his scabbard. Hearing the man’s words, he simply gave a noncommittal nod, his voice as flat as if he were stating some trivial, unimportant matter:
