The player holding the sword wore plain white gear, and though the wooden sword in his hand was simple, he carried himself with an effortless grace.
What was most peculiar was his appearance. He had covered his eyes tightly with a strip of gray cloth.
ID: WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind?
Huanyu Kuangba glanced at the level floating above the other player’s head—Level 2.
Damn it, how were these people leveling so fast? He had logged in the moment the server opened and secured the best grinding spots, yet they were still outpacing him.
But there was no doubt: WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind had been killing monsters in the wheat field ever since he entered the newbie village.
The wheat outside the village was much taller than the grass near the starting zone, easily reaching waist or chest height for someone of average build.
Not only that—the wheat field was furrowed, making movement awkward and combat a chore.
It was far from an ideal grinding spot.
The monsters inside were mutated rats, each the size of a medium-sized dog.
With the wheat blocking visibility, a rat could spring out at any moment and kill you.
Level 1 newcomers who came here would die at the slightest misstep.
Yet WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind had been grinding here since the server opened. His talent and class had to be extraordinary.
He was clearly the one fish that Huanyu Kuangba had failed to recruit.
And when the stranger spoke Wan Huanyu’s name out loud, Huanyu Kuangba’s mind began racing.
"Our Huanyu studio is run by Mr. Wan Huanyu himself. Do you know our boss, friend? Are you some young master from Yangcheng?" Huanyu Kuangba asked politely.
If this guy turned out to be a friend of Wan Huanyu, even if he didn’t join the studio, he could still be a huge asset.
Plus, Wan Huanyu’s friends were all rich second-generation types who threw money around.
By acting as a middleman to flip some equipment, Huanyu Kuangba could make a killing—just like when Wan Huanyu gave him a budget: 30,000 for A-rank talent, 10,000 for B-rank. He’d skim off the difference and pocket the rest.
The thought of latching onto another cash cow made Huanyu Kuangba’s mood soar.
But the next second, he heard a cold snort.
"Oh, I know him, all right. In fact, I have this blindfold to thank for my eyes. What a small world—running into him even in a game. I know you’re just an employee, but tough luck for you."
Before Huanyu Kuangba could react, WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind’s wooden sword shot forward, striking him square in the heart.
Piercing Damage: -200!
That was a terrifying amount of damage.
If his constitution wasn’t at least 10, that attack would have one-shot him.
But Huanyu Kuangba was the studio’s leader. His initial constitution was a solid 7, and the extra 3 points came from stripping his underlings of all their equipment.
His health was exactly 210.
"Healer! Heal me!" Huanyu Kuangba’s voice cracked in panic.
The healers in his party immediately targeted him, casting healing spells.
+50!
+50!
+50!
Three priests instantly pulled Huanyu Kuangba’s health bar back to a safe range.
Clutching his chest, Huanyu Kuangba rolled three meters back, his face pale as a ghost.
If the healers had been half a second slower, he would have been sent back to queue for a new character slot.
"Kill that blind bastard! Attack!" Huanyu Kuangba screamed.
He claimed to have a 200-man squad, but most players were scattered around the area. Still, four warriors, two assassins, and three archers surrounded them.
Everyone aimed their skills at WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind.
Even ants could bring down an elephant. If even half of them hit at once, WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind would be finished.
But something strange happened.
Even blindfolded, WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind seemed to see better than any of them. He dodged left and right, weaving between all their attacks with ease.
‘A pro!’ The thought struck everyone at once.
He had perfectly predicted every incoming strike and avoided them all.
After more than ten seconds, WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind’s figure flickered. Three afterimages appeared in his place while his real body vanished. The next instant, he was behind an assassin.
-237!
A massive damage number appeared above the assassin’s head, and the player crumpled to the ground.
Dead.
When a character dies, they have to leave and re-queue to create a new account.
"Fuck! What kind of attack is that!" Huanyu Kuangba was losing his mind.
The guy had to have an S-rank talent.
And he was right—WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind’s talent was indeed S-rank.
The “blind man” had awakened the S-rank talent [Mind’s Eye].
[S-rank Talent: Mind’s Eye
Trait 1: Blind Strike—Increases critical hit rate by 50% when striking a vital point.
Trait 2: Blind Dodge—When eyes are covered, perceive the surroundings with Mind’s Eye and predict enemy movements, granting a 50% chance to dodge attacks.
Trait 3: Sword Heart—Increases damage dealt by swords by 100%.]
Not only that, but he had also unlocked a powerful hidden class: Sword Saint.
Sword Saint Bonus: Increases attack speed by 20%.
Sword Saint Exclusive Skills:
1. Phantom Sword Shadows—Releases three afterimages, making the caster untargetable. The afterimages deal 110% base attack damage to enemies in their area.
2. Heaven-Piercing Strike—Ignores defense to deal 200% physical attack damage.
With two skills and maxed-out Agility for speed and evasion, WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind was a nightmare.
Huanyu Kuangba would survive due to his high health, but his minions couldn’t withstand such attacks.
WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind darted through the crowd like he was walking through an empty street.
Within five minutes, five players had already collapsed into white light.
But by then, Huanyu Kuangba’s troops had fully encircled him. With overwhelming numbers and concentrated fire, even WhoTheHellAreYouCallingBlind was struggling.
After using Phantom Sword Shadows, he crouched low, hiding in the wheat field, becoming impossible to find.
He was like a lurking killer.
"Find him! Find him!"
"Archers, keep your distance and shoot!"
"Damn it, you useless bastards, you can’t take down one guy?"
Not only could they not kill him, but he was also running circles around them.
As Huanyu Kuangba raged, two black dots appeared in the distant sky.
One of the archers, who had an "Eagle Eye"-type skill, spotted them first. As the dots grew closer, his jaw dropped.
"Brother Ba! Brother Ba! Look at that!"
"Look at what? Just kill that blind piece of—"
"No, no—Brother Ba, isn’t that the plant-person Xiao Wu talked about? The one that flies with a dandelion?"
Following the archer’s gesture, Huanyu Kuangba looked up.
A giant dandelion floated in the sky, its stem curved into a J-shape. Sitting on it was a girl in a green fluffy skirt.
From below, her face wasn’t visible, but her legs were slender—like a young girl’s still growing.
One arm wrapped around the dandelion stem; the other held a staff with a little yellow flower on its tip.
While everyone else was still in coarse linen, this figure’s gear was dazzlingly bright.
And it had a special effect—it glowed!
Silver-tier equipment! No doubt about it—it was silver-tier gear.
"Hell, what are you waiting for? You can't hit the one hiding in the grass, but you can shoot the bird, can't you? Bring her down!"
