Within a safety zone located in the deeper levels of the Abyss, two groups of Players threw murderous gazes at one another, seemingly ready to pounce at any moment. One group, led by Zhang Linfeng, consisted of China’s Players. Shinji Nakata led the other group, which consisted of Japan’s Players.
“Do you really want to go right now?” Though his body stung from the aura emitted by Zhang Linfeng, Shinji Nakata did not back down, as he knew his opponent would be feeling the same sensation.
“Hehehe. What an impudent child,” Zhang Linfeng spoke, a sword made of blood materializing in his hand.
Likewise, Shinji Nakata also brought his hand over White Midnight. He was confident that with his battojutsu, he would be able to cut through not only the blood blade that Zhang Linfeng wielded but also his throat.
“Sir…” Just then, Satoshi Ishii, who’d been watching from the back, quietly called out to the Japanese National Level Player. He didn’t say anything more, but what his expression implied was clear: Fighting was not an option here. If he went down, then Japan would become much too vulnerable. This was also directed to the other S-Rank Player of Japan, Satomi Takato.
“Haah,” letting out a sigh, Shinji Nakata took...
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