I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1280 Li Zhao

The leading man nodded and arrived at this conclusion: "Did you notice? He’s only using the most basic movements, not advanced sword techniques. He’s definitely a player, and just a novice player at that, his level... My god, he’s only level 30!"

"Impossible! Someone at level 30 can’t be this strong!" The burly man shouted, "I, Guo Yu, and Ma Lin are all level 30, but even with high-level gear, we’re not as strong as him!"

"Yes, I can confirm that." The mage named Guo Yu said.

"I think so too." The rogue Ma Lin nodded.

"Captain, are you saying that person has been leveling here since the game started?" The sword-wielding man looked at the leader in shock.

"That’s all we can assume for now." The man’s face revealed a sincere smile. "Such a person is rare to come across; let’s go and help him!"

"Alright!"

The girl, a mage, had already begun chanting the incantation in her mind. As soon as the leader issued the order, she shouted toward the wolf pack, "Continuous Lightning!"

The skies immediately roared with thunder, and the once-clear skies were swiftly shrouded in dark clouds. Thunder boomed, and countless bolts of lightning rained down from the heavens. The lightning paralyzed many gray wolves, while the man seized the opportunity to open a gap and sprinted toward the group.

After the female mage, the male mage’s magic wand gleamed with a brownish light: "Earth Spike!"

Behind the man, countless earth spikes abruptly shot up from the ground. Many gray wolves couldn’t dodge in time and were pierced through.

The sprinting man shouted loudly toward the team coming to his aid: "Lend me a blood potion!"

"Kid, catch!"

The burly man tossed a life recovery potion to the man, who drank it down in one gulp. Instantly, he stopped, and to everyone’s astonished gazes, he turned with incredible speed and charged straight toward the oncoming Wolf King.

The Wolf King hadn’t anticipated that the man would launch a counterattack in such a dire circumstance. Fearing the man’s strength, the Wolf King intended to retreat, but the man’s blade swung toward it like a Wind Slasher.

Fast!

Incredibly fast, fast to the point of leaving everyone speechless!

The eight members of the adventure team all marveled at the man’s speed, which was like the wind. In the blink of an eye, the Wolf King, the tyrant of the grasslands, had its head severed by the man’s single strike. It was a straightforward, unpretentious blow, yet it embodied all the man’s strength.

With the Wolf King slain, the wolf pack, now lacking a leader, was quickly exterminated by the group. The sword-wielding man, now exhausted, lay sprawled on the ground in the shape of a "big" character. At that moment, the group gathered around him, and a crisp voice echoed beside his ear: "Hey, are you okay?"

Before his eyes was an adorable and charming face. The man let out a heavy breath: "I’m fine, not dying, just totally drained. Thanks a lot—it’s only because of you all that I didn’t have to start over from scratch again."

"Captain, I found the Wolf King’s Fang!" Ma Lin stepped forward, holding the Wolf King’s tusks before the group.

The leader extended a hand of friendship to the man lying on the ground, smiling as he said, "Hello, I’m Eastern Cloud Dragon. Very pleased to meet you."

"Likewise. I’m Mu Yun." You shook hands with Eastern Cloud Dragon.

As you clasped hands, you clearly noticed Eastern Cloud Dragon’s gaze falter for a moment.

Oh?

Eastern Cloud Dragon?

The number one on the Heavenly Rankings.

You laughed at this moment.

So, the one who’s always shouting about wanting to duel you is him!

"You, you’re called Mu Yun?" The female mage exclaimed happily, then stared at your face intently, ultimately shaking her head in disappointment. "No, you’re not Brother Mu Yun. You’re more handsome than him, and you seem taller too."

"Uh, well, I guess there are plenty of people who would think of this name, right? Looks like I got ahead." You chuckled. The girl before you seemed unmistakably to be Ding Panpan, the one you’d met earlier by the seaside. Naturally, you suspected her identity, but now wasn’t the time to reveal it.

Eastern Cloud Dragon reached out to pull you up, but you weakly shook your head and sighed: "No, I’m out of strength. I’ve been fighting here non-stop for two days—how can I have the energy to stand up now."

"You’re lying! Two days—you think you’re a god?" The burly man walked over and extended his hand to you, chuckling, "I’m Gao Dawei. By the way, that potion I gave you was an advanced life recovery potion—you owe me."

"Don’t worry, I’ll definitely repay you."

"Sister Zhao’er, treat him, will you? He sounds completely exhausted just talking." The female mage said to a beautiful woman in white next to her.

"Alright, fine."

As she spoke, a stunningly beautiful face appeared before you. It was delicate and flawless, like a perfect piece of white jade, without the slightest imperfection. Her autumn-like eyes seemed as though they could stir your heart at any moment, making you think of her warmth, her beauty, whenever you felt lonely.

"You..."

You opened your mouth wide, your eyes filled with countless emotions.

"What is it? Do you know Zhao’er?"

Eastern Cloud Dragon’s eyes clearly revealed a hint of jealousy as he said this.

Hmm, how to put it—he seemed jealous, yes, jealous of Zhao’er.

His reaction only confirmed your suspicion that Eastern Cloud Dragon was the shadow that had followed you and Zhao’er in Yuhang earlier—someone who couldn’t best you in real life and had turned to seeking you out in the game.

It was obvious he had connections; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to cement himself as the game’s number one.

You grinned. Though you wanted to take Zhao’er’s hand right now, it clearly wasn’t the right time. After all, with your current strength, you weren’t yet a match for Eastern Cloud Dragon. More importantly, you didn’t think that this game was the end.

In the game, no matter how many times you slashed Eastern Cloud Dragon with your blade, he could always revive. So killing him like this wouldn’t end the game.

It had to be done in the real world, but out there, you were just a nobody among nobodies. For now, what you needed to do was grow stronger—find a way to establish yourself in the outside world.

Your eyes darted quickly, and you said with a smile, "No, I’m just surprised that this lady is from the God Race."

"What’s the big deal? Brother Dongfang is God Race too—he’s already a Sword Wanderer. Soon he’ll be the Sword Immortal everyone admires."

You pretended to suddenly understand and said, "Eastern... Oh, I see now. I didn’t expect to meet several top-ranked players from the Heavenly Rankings here—what an honor."

"Don’t move for now—let Zhao’er treat you."

"Alright, thank you then, Miss Li." You smiled slightly at Li Zhao.

"Hey, how did you know Sister Zhao’er’s surname is Li?" Ding Panpan suddenly asked.

You smirked playfully. "Just a guess."