Chapter 944 - Chaos Keeper (1/2)

A Level 156 player had actually escaped right from under their noses! If their fellow guild members found out about this, they could never raise their heads again, even if the escapee was Nirvana Flame!

“Guys, think carefully! How did he escape?” Fiendmark said. Even now, he still had no idea what happened. They saw Nie Yan split into two people, then run off in opposite directions. How did both end up being fake? Where was the real one?

“I don’t know. It makes no sense,” the Necromancer said.

Everyone was scratching their heads.

“That guy is real slippery. No wonder everyone considered him invincible,” Fiendmark gloomily remarked. A Level 156 Thief had actually played them for complete fools. Given their better equipment and higher levels, the five of them still couldn’t do anything to Nie Yan. He couldn’t imagine what the result would be if it were back during Nie Yan’s peak.

“I think I know how he did it! He fled when I attacked him!” the Slayer exclaimed.

“When?” The others turned to the Slayer.

“Do you remember when we killed the first one? He disappeared like a puff of smoke when our attacks landed on him. That’s why we thought it was the fake!” the Slayer said. He was truly amazed that Nie Yan employed such a clever trick to pull the wool over their eyes.

“Wait. Are you saying he used an Incorporeal Potion?” the Necromancer asked, finally realizing what happened.

“Right! He definitely used an Incorporeal Pootion!” the Slayer nodded. The Mad Rogue’s shadow clone had substance. When it was attacked, it would take damage. That small detail had slipped their mind. After all, they had never faced him before. All they knew was from hearsay over the years, nothing concrete like whether the clone was just an illusion or had actual substance. Not to mention in that kind of tense situation, they simply didn’t have the time to consider all possibilities.

They all glanced at each other in dismay. Even this kind of method worked. In any other situation, a Level 156 Thief had no way of escaping them. However, today, they had been thoroughly duped and had their horizons widened.

“Sure, he has a few tricks up his sleeve. But the next time we meet, we’ll come prepared!” the Necromancer said.

“Do you think he’ll give us another chance? I’m guessing if he sees us again, he’ll stay far away. Thankfully, his level is too low. It’ll take him at least a few years to catch back up. We’re lucky we won’t have to worry about being stalked by him,” the Dark Zealot sighed. After today’s fight, he got a glimpse of how amazing the Nirvana Flame of three years ago was.

“Devil Sky, should we chase after him? He used an Incorporeal Potion. That means he couldn’t have gone far,” the Necromancer asked.

“Are you stupid? Even if Nirvana Flame is only Level 156 right now, he’s still the guild leader of Asskickers United. You think he’s that easy to bully? With a single word from him, all the tens of thousands of Asskickers United players in Judgement Valley will come down on us with the might of Thor’s hammer! If you want to throw your life away, go ahead, but don’t drag us down with you!” the Dark Zealot cursed. “Also, don’t speak about what happened today to anyone. If people find out, we won’t have the face to show ourselves again.”

Fiendmark and the others could only leave with their heads hanging low in dejection.

After Devil Sky’s party disappeared into the forest, Nie Yan stepped out from behind a tree with a bitter smile on his face. If it weren’t for his quick thinking just now, he would’ve been dead.

Nie Yan simply wasn’t strong enough to take on the attacks of a Level 180+ player. Recalling the Mystic, he still felt fear lingering in his heart.

In the eyes of that party, none of them top experts, a Level 156 player like Nie Yan was only trash. Players on the level of Bladelight, Smoke Stub, and Tang Yao probably wouldn’t even bother to stop and kill him. To them, even that party of five was easy pickings!

Nie Yan wondered if Devil Sky’s party would reveal news of his return to the world of Conviction. His past fame was simply too dazzling. If others found out he was trying to make a comeback, who knew how many eyes would start targeting him. Moreover, who knew how many people were waiting for him to make a fool of himself!

The players on the forums, especially those who didn’t like him in the first place, would almost certainly mock him to no end. “Look, that’s Nirvana Flame, the wash-up piece of trash.”

As for the players from Asskickers United, Nie Yan didn’t know how he would face them.

The taunts would only become more aggressive if he decided to leave again so quickly after returning. “Haha! A few words and Nirvana Flame is already too scared to log back on anymore!”

Nie Yan rubbed his forehead. This was human nature. When you were powerful, many people would praise you, fear you, and envy you. When you fell from the top back to rock bottom, only your closest friends would stay by your side. The rest wouldn’t hesitate to kick you while you were down. The more miserable you became, the happier they were.