The snowflakes suddenly became chaotic.
The resounding thud of the BOSS falling was like a depth charge dropped into a calm lake, and the ensuing blizzard obscured everyone's vision.
When the snow curtain briefly parted, the massive golden silhouette finally appeared in full before everyone.
Christmas Limited BOSS: Christmas Knight King Nicholas
Level: 65
HP: 1500000 / 1500000
The cold system data froze the blood of all the Assault Team players present.
One and a half million HP and a level of sixty-five completely surpassed the strength of the fifty-fifth-floor guardian lord!
"Originally, I could have let you waste your time."
Chen Mo's voice echoed across the silent snowfield, calm, yet with a hint of impatience.
"It's a pity I don't have that much patience."
He wasn't itching for a fight; he simply felt that the current confrontation, internal strife, and the potential for a brutal future struggle over an ITEM were extremely inefficient and foolish behaviors.
And he hated wasting time the most.
The instant his words fell, Chen Mo drew the Blade of Perseverance from his waist.
No starting stance, no sword skill incantation.
He just drew his sword and charged forward.
A black afterimage tore through the wind and snow.
"So fast!"
Kirito's pupils contracted; he couldn't even catch the starting motion of 'Sonic Impact' before Chen Mo's figure vanished from his original spot.
That wasn't forced displacement from a skill.
That was pure speed, speed that transcended the system's framework!
The next moment, Chen Mo's figure appeared ghost-like beside the BOSS.
He didn't use any flashy sword skills, just an extremely simple spin, and the Blade of Perseverance in his hand naturally traced a dark trajectory.
Smooth, fluid, like a hanging antelope horn, leaving no trace.
Pfft—!
A bone-deep wound appeared from the BOSS's armor seam.
A shocking damage number floated above the Knight King's head.
-150000!
With just one sword strike, one-tenth of its HP evaporated.
The so-called event-exclusive BOSS was as fragile as a joke in his hands.
"One sword... just..."
Klein's hand, gripping his battle-axe, trembled violently; he felt his worldview being mercilessly crushed.
"That wasn't a sword skill..." Asuna's face was pale, her voice carrying a tremor she hadn't even noticed herself, "That was a normal attack... He made a normal attack achieve the effect of a high-tier sword skill..."
The entire scene was dead silent.
"Roar!"
The intense pain and the fury of being provoked by an ant made the Christmas Knight King completely berserk. The holy greatsword in its hand ignited with golden flames, smashing down towards the tiny black dot on the ground with the force of a collapsing mountain!
Facing this mountain-splitting blow, Chen Mo didn't even look up.
He merely lightly touched the tip of the Blade of Perseverance to the ground.
"Ding."
A barely audible soft sound.
With the sword tip as the center, a visible shockwave suddenly spread out!
"Boom—!"
The greatsword crashed down, yet it seemed to hit an invisible wall of air; the blade stopped less than half a meter from Chen Mo's head, unable to advance another inch!
The violent air blast exploded outwards, sending all the players sprawling.
And Chen Mo remained standing at the center of the storm, not even a corner of his clothes fluttering.
Watching that fluid parry and counterattack, Kirito finally understood that the gap between them and Chen Mo could no longer be measured by data and equipment.
It was an understanding of the world's rules, a realm of combat.
It was the difference between heaven and earth.
"Hmph! Low Slash!"
Chen Mo's voice remained calm. Seizing the moment the BOSS's attack was stiff, his figure surged forward again, the Blade of Perseverance transforming into a black flash, cutting horizontally along the ground.
Dazzling sparks erupted from the armor on the BOSS's massive legs, and its HP bar visibly plummeted another segment.
In just a few seconds, the Knight King's HP was already past half!
The Holy Dragon Alliance players completely abandoned all unrealistic fantasies, one by one slumping into the snow, looking at their guild leader, who had been punched into a tree and whose fate was still unknown, their faces filled with the relief of surviving a catastrophe.
Just then, the ITEM guild, which had been lurking at the edge of the battlefield, finally moved.
They didn't foolishly charge; instead, dozens of people simultaneously pulled out black orbs from their backpacks and forcefully threw them towards the center of the battlefield!
"It's 'Chaos Smokescreen'! They want to interfere with the BOSS's aggro and snatch the drops in the confusion!" Asuna immediately reacted.
"Heh... tumors."
Chen Mo's peripheral vision caught sight of the flying black orbs, and a cold arc curved on his lips.
He didn't even turn his head.
While dodging another sweeping attack from the BOSS, he swung his hand back.
A seemingly casual sword wind detached from the Blade of Perseverance, like a dark crescent moon, quietly flying towards the direction of the ITEM guild.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, not even a piercing shriek tearing through the air.
That sword wind just lightly, gently, fell into the ITEM crowd.
"Swish!"
In an instant, dozens of heavily armored players seemed to be swept by an invisible giant hand, flying backward in unison, their HP bars instantly emptied by more than half, rolling like gourds across the snowy ground.
The entire scene once again fell into a suffocating silence.
"Crazy... these lunatics..." Klein stared, muttering to himself, "They're not even afraid to die for an ITEM, daring to provoke that monster..."
"No."
Kirito stared intently at Chen Mo's back, his voice hoarse.
"Look at his movements... He was just... tidying up the trash... while attacking the BOSS."
Tidying up.
Trash.
These words, like heavy hammers, struck hard at the hearts of every top player present.
One strike, suppressing an organized guild.
This was no longer the power a normal player could possess.
This was the absolute domain of 'the strongest'!