msmithbooks Chapter 346 Takeru Sato 1
Chapter 346 Takeru Sato 1
These five individuals can be considered the representatives of the Sakura Kingdom player leaders who most hate, envy, and fear the name "Lin Tian" in Scarlet Moon City and even the surrounding area.
The various speculations about Lin Tian's strength (although many of them were inaccurate), as well as the earth-shattering, server-wide announcement that he was the "number one at level 50," were like red-hot iron nails, hammering into their pride and ambition.
Why? Why is it that a Chinese player can shine so brightly and repeatedly trample on the sense of superiority they have painstakingly maintained?
Why does it seem that all the glory and opportunities of the mainland are tilting in his favor?
A twisted jealousy, mixed with narrow-minded hostility and resentment at the loss of their own interests (they stubbornly believed that Lin Tian had plundered resources that should belong to the "strong"), made this malice like a leech, gnawing at their reason.
"Gentlemen," Kenichi Sato finally spoke, his voice hoarse and low, like a rusty saw tearing through wood, instantly breaking the suffocating silence in the private room.
His single remaining eye slowly swept over the four people present, finally settling on the empty low table in front of him, as if their shared nightmare, which they had to eliminate as soon as possible, was standing there.
"That damned announcement... I'm sure your eardrums were pierced just as much as mine."
"Baka yarou!" Yamamoto Tatsuno slammed his hand on the low table like a powder keg that had been ignited. The thick wood groaned in pain, and the fleshy muscles on his face trembled violently with extreme rage.
"Level 50! Advancement! That...that Lin Tian! He definitely used some underhanded methods! Or a shameful system loophole! Otherwise, how could such a terrifying gap be created!"
The habitual insults were swallowed back down under Sato's icy gaze, but the raging anger that was about to erupt did not diminish in the slightest.
"Yamamoto-kun, please calm down."
Kobayashi Hikaru gently pushed up his glasses, his voice perfectly calm yet carrying a chilling, precisely calculated edge.
"System rules are supreme. Once they have been announced, they are an indisputable fact. Dwelling on how they were achieved only highlights our powerlessness and frustration, and serves no other purpose."
He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze behind his glasses sharpening.
"The real crucial question now is... how should we deal with this mountain that has suddenly loomed over our heads?"
"How to deal with it? Is that even a question?!" Yamamoto Tatsuno roared, his eyes flashing with bloodlust.
"The preliminary rounds! The preliminary rounds of the hundred-district free-for-all begin in seven days! That's a lawless land, a chaotic battlefield! This is the best opportunity the gods have given us!"
Hattori Hanji, like a true ghost, emitted a faint, chilling voice from the shadows:
"Lord Yamamoto is absolutely right... Chaos is the perfect backdrop. Within the arena, the penalty of death is severe, but it is precisely because of this that 'accidents' seem reasonable. With so many people and so many eyes, anything... can happen."
A cruel smile seemed to curve around Chishima Rin's lips beneath her veil, accompanied by a faint, snake-like giggle.
"Hattori-kun is right. Especially when a brightly lit target inadvertently attracts too many 'unexpected' glances... how long can individual bravery shine in the face of collective 'attention'?"
Kenichi Sato listened quietly to his subordinates' back-and-forth conversation, the cold light in his single eye gradually gathering and finally turning into two cold stars.
He nodded slowly, his voice lowered, yet carrying an unwavering resolve:
"You all share my view. In the regular areas, there are restrictions and order, making it difficult for us to make a move. But the preliminary rounds... that's a jungle where the rules tacitly permit. There, at least on the surface, everyone is on the same starting line."
He specifically emphasized the word "surface," making no attempt to conceal the sarcasm and malice in his tone.
Then, he leaned forward slightly, his fingers unconsciously stroking the hilt of his knife, a sinister smile—a mixture of confidence and contempt—appearing on his face:
"Furthermore... through special channels and at considerable cost, I confirmed a crucial piece of information. That Lin Tian, his profession is—'Mage'."
"A mage?" Yamamoto Tatsuno was taken aback at first, then grinned widely, revealing a look of sudden realization mixed with extreme disdain. "No wonder the damage was so outrageous! Turns out it was a mage who got incredibly lucky!"
"Hmph," Kenichi Sato snorted coldly through his nose, his knuckles tapping the hilt of his sword with a rhythmic, soft sound.
"As we all know, no matter how outstanding a mage's talent or how terrifying their spells are, they are inherently vulnerable."
They rely on distance, on the environment, and even more so on the barriers built by their teammates.
Once a highly agile, high-burst melee class cuts into the inner circle, especially if a true assassin gets close...
The cold light in his single eye suddenly flashed, like a blade drawn from its sheath.
"That's like fish on a chopping board, lambs waiting to be slaughtered!"
He glanced around at the four people who were captivated by his words, his tone carrying an air of decisive assertion and condescending disdain:
"Lin Tian's ability to level up so frantically relies solely on the astonishing magic damage from his SSS-level talent, allowing him to efficiently grind monsters. But what about his defense? His survivability? His mobility?"
A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"I dare say that the vast majority, or even all, of his attribute points are piled up on output attributes such as intelligence and spirit!"
His physical defense, magic resistance, and especially his health, are absolutely fatal weaknesses! And my [Shadow Dance Dual Blades]...”
He gently stroked the scabbard of his long sword.
"My greatest strength lies in my ghostly, lightning-fast close-quarters combat and explosive assassinations. If I can get within thirty yards of him... no, within twenty yards!"
I'm 99% confident that before he finishes his next spellcasting, I can use these two companions to tear him and his ridiculous mage robes to shreds!
"The president is wise!"
Kobayashi Hikaru offered timely praise and further propelled the plan into substance.
"Therefore, the core of our operation is definitely not a frontal assault or a foolish war of attrition with sheer numbers; that would only alert the enemy. Our entire strategy should revolve around creating a flawless, decisive opportunity for you, Chairman!"
"That's exactly right."
Kenichi Sato nodded in satisfaction and began to outline the specific steps.
"In the first phase, all our personnel, according to the original code and contingency plan, will assemble as quickly as possible after the competition begins. We will prioritize eliminating weaker teams, seizing key resource points, ensuring that our core team can advance smoothly, and accumulating an initial advantage."