However.
On screen, Chen Shi's reaction defied all expectations.
No trembling.
No gagging.
Annie's breath carried no corpse stench, only a seductive fragrance.
Coupled with the startling softness pressing against him.
In this deadly situation where his head could roll at any second, Chen Shi kept his eyes closed.
His breathing grew heavy.
His face flushed red.
In the dark, a certain part of Chen Shi's body had a highly indecent reaction.
Two voices brawled in his head.
Reason desperately pulled him back:
"Hold on! Hold on! She's a city-slaughtering S-rank ghost! One scythe and you're gone!"
But instinct flipped the table:
"So what if she's a ghost? If she's my type, I'm going all in!"
Annie blew air on him for a while.
Seeing his expression unchanged, a flash of astonishment crossed her eyes.
Utterly ineffective?
She turned her head and scanned the room.
On the next pew, the bald muscleman was rolling his eyes from holding his breath.
The faint glow on Elena was flickering dangerously.
Everyone was on the verge of vomiting.
The nun blinked.
My method is right.
Am I not blowing hard enough?
Thinking this, the nun drew a deep breath from her diaphragm.
Her chest expanding sharply.
Whoosh!
A gale blasted his face.
The loose hair on Chen Shi's forehead blew wildly backward.
But his Adam's apple didn't even bob.
Instead of wanting to vomit, he slightly tilted his head back.
Welcoming this fragrant wind.
Annie was utterly shocked.
The hand gripping the scythe tightened slightly.
Meanwhile, in the Dragon Country stream.
Masses of viewers covered their eyes, not daring to peek through their fingers.
[Is he dead? Someone look for me!]
[I don't dare look either!]
[The scythe is on his neck, what if the screen fills with blood!]
Until the Dragon Country Command Center displayed a bold red notice in the center of the screen:
[Citizens please rest assured, Chen Shi is currently safe.]
Only then did the crowd tremblingly open their eyes.
On screen, Chen Shi's head was still attached.
He hadn't puked.
Nor did he show the slightest painful struggle.
It's just his face... why is it so red?
And his breathing so heavy?
After a brief, dead silence, the Dragon Country viewers erupted.
[Holy shit! A point-blank bio-attack and he doesn't even frown?!]
[Not only did he not puke, why do I feel like he's enjoying it?]
[Mystery solved!]
[Brother Chen is definitely no ordinary man!]
[Relationship coach is a front!]
[He must be a top-tier Esper secretly trained by the state!]
The long-suffocated Dragon Country viewers instantly held their heads high.
Launching a frenzy of counterattacks against the gloating foreign IPs:
[Where are the foreigners who were popping champagne just now?]
[Come out and show yourselves!]
[Look at your proud elite special forces, their faces are as purple as eggplants!]
[Then look at our Brother Chen, perfectly calm, this is called real strength!]
[Laughing to death.]
[Your Chosen are about to be smoked to death, while our Brother Chen is enjoying a spring breeze.]
[It's obvious who the weakling is!]
[Thanks for the joke! I'm dying of laughter!]
Slapped hard in the face, the foreign viewers remained stubbornly in denial.
Spamming the chat to save face:
[What are you so smug about?]
[That kid is definitely just putting on a brave face!]
[Targeted by an S-rank anomaly means certain death!]
[What's the use of acting calm now?]
[Just wait, there are still ten minutes of prayer left.]
[I don't believe this noob can fake it that long!]
[He'll absolutely be chopped into meat paste!]
Time passed.
The elites of various countries gradually adapted to the corpse stench.
Though still disgusting, it was barely tolerable.
Just as everyone's nerves slightly relaxed, the base of the tentacles squirmed.
Gurgle, gurgle.
Accompanied by a muffled splashing, viscous liquid was rapidly pumped upward.
The gaping maws thrust against their faces suddenly stopped blowing air.
Someone reached their limit.
A Chosen seized the chance.
Opening his mouth wide, he gasped desperately for air.
A question floated across the stream:
[Halftime break?]
The next second.
The tentacles contracted violently.
A burst of murky, foul-smelling slime shot out.
Pasting directly over the man's face and mouth.
Extreme disgust instantly shattered his psychological defenses.
He clawed at his throat like a madman, gagging violently.
Whoosh—
Slash!
The giant axe swung down, blood and flesh flying.
[Global Announcement: Kangaroo Country Chosen violated Rule 2. Eliminated.]
Immediately after, the spraying erupted completely.
Hordes of players were plastered with the foul slime.
They squeezed their eyes shut.
Faces turning livid, features twisted to the extreme.
Now, the foreign viewers completely broke down.
The chat filled with impotent rage:
[Rigged! Definitely rigged!]
[Dragon Country cheated!]
[Why is he the only one who doesn't get sprayed in the face?!]
[This isn't fair!]
[What kind of prayer is this?]
[It's too dirty! Too disgusting!]
Watching the foreign web jump in anger, the Dragon Country viewers released their pent-up frustration.
Launching a fierce counterattack:
[Oh, weren't you guys bragging a lot just now?]
[How did you get one-shot by a mouthful of phlegm?]
[Cheating?]
[Our Brother Chen is just too charming, the ghost can't bear to spray him.]
[If you're so capable, get the ghost to throw herself at you!]
[This is called strength!]
[Your Chosen eat slime, our Brother Chen enjoys fragrant breezes.]
[Die mad about it!]
[Keep barking!]
[The louder you bark, the better we feel!]
Just as everyone was bitterly holding on.
Elena suddenly stood up.
Eyes tightly shut, she leaned her waist back to the extreme.
Gracefully dodging the slime pouring down from above.
Her movements were incredibly fast.
Instantly attracting the attention of over a dozen surrounding tentacles.
A foul wind hit her face.
Elena didn't panic.
Relying solely on hearing to judge the wind direction, she twisted and dodged through the narrow pews.
The tentacles, missing their target, couldn't stop their momentum.
They crashed into each other, tangling tightly into dead knots.
Seizing the opportunity, Elena relied on her memory to retreat to a safe, empty seat.
She sat down quietly.
The stream filled with awe.
[So impressive! But isn't that a rule violation?]
A veteran viewer immediately explained:
[No.]
[The rules only forbid opening your eyes and making a sound, they didn't say you couldn't move.]
[But navigating by sound with closed eyes, and dodging through a swarm of monsters...]
[That combat awareness is terrifying.]
Inside the church.
Several Chosen, driven mad by the slime, noticed the commotion.
They immediately followed suit.
They abruptly stood up to flee.
But without vision, they couldn't judge directions at all.
Thud.
Someone tripped over a pew and fell heavily to the floor.
The instinctive groan had barely sounded.
Whoosh—
The giant axe fell, decapitating him on the spot.
The other few were directly focus-fired by the wildly dancing tentacles.
Slime was forcefully poured into their windpipes.
Causing violent coughing.
The giant axe chopped continuously.
Flesh and blood flew.
Elimination announcements sounded one after another.
Watching other countries suffer heavy casualties, the Dragon Country viewers felt a wave of delayed fear:
[It really has to be our Brother Chen!]
[This is called conquering the active with the static, steady as Mount Tai!]
[What a massive surprise he's given us!]
However, the foreign IPs' mockery immediately bit back like mad dogs.
[Don't celebrate too early! Chen Shi is finished!]
[Look at the nun's neck! Gurgling, she's going to spray liquid too!]
[The thick phlegm of an S-rank anomaly.]
[Get ready to watch helplessly as your noob melts into a pool of blood.]
[Hahaha!]
On screen, at Annie's pale neck, her throat suddenly bobbed up and down.
Gurgle.
A clear sound of churning liquid echoed right against Chen Shi's nose.
The excitement that had just ignited in the Dragon Country stream was instantly doused by a bucket of ice water.
Everyone stared fixedly at the screen.
Cold sweat immediately breaking out.
[Holy shit! The nun is going to spray too!]
[It's over, it's over!]
[The lethality of gas and liquid are on completely different levels!]
[This is the f***ing difference between a fart and diarrhea!]
[We could endure the wind just now,
but if an unknown liquid is smeared right on your face, who can withstand it?!]
[And this is the bodily fluid of an S-rank boss!]
[A normal tentacle's saliva can break defenses,
wouldn't her liquid contain strong acid that directly melts a person?]
[And Chen Shi can't move!]
[The scythe is still on his neck, how is he supposed to dodge this!]
Looking at Annie's slightly bulging cheeks.
Despair once again grabbed every Dragon Country viewer tightly by the throat.