Chapter 550: Invisible Enemy


    (Meanwhile on the global forums)


    The world watched Leo’s performance with bated breaths.


    Some bit their nails waiting for his downfall, while others cheered him on awaiting his victory.


    However, regardless of what side they were on, everyone knew that the performance that ‘TheBoss’ was giving today, was undoubtedly the greatest individual performance in the history of Terra Nova Online, as he alone fought against hundreds of high ranked opponents in what was the greatest solo yer performance of all time.


    Everyone expected him to fall after the fifth wave, afterall, how could one man manage to beat 500?


    However, when even at the 10th wave, Leo held strong, having lost only 19% of his HP bar and having 81% of it intact, some of his doubters began to worry that he might actually make it.


    Afterall, at this point he had already crossed the half-way mark, as with 10 waves of opponents behind him, he only needed to defeat 8 more waves to secure the victory.


    “Oh my god, he’s going to do it isn’t he? He’s going all the way!” “What in the world is this gamey? He’s not even using a single special skill, it’s just dagger throws, close range kills and dodges. There is absolutely nothing that this man does that some random other yer can’t”


    “He’s ying the other yers against one another. While the other guardians tired themselves out before they were taken out, ‘TheBoss’ is maintaining his rhythm”


    “I don’t believe what I’m witnessing… There are times when you think maybe the hype of ‘TheBoss’ and people calling him a God is too much. However, then you witness miracles like these and wonder if you should convert to one of his believers–”


    “Man there’s got to be a limit to how many times he can y the other rankers against one another. I mean what the fuck are the rest of them doing while they wait outside? Surely they’re watching the live feed too!”


    Everyone talked excitedly about Leo’s performance, and those who believed that Leo would not be able to pitt the other yers against one another for too long were absolutely right, as from the 11th wave onwards the approaching rankers seemed to have already figured out that ‘TheBoss’ deliberately made them fight in a frenzy.


    “Nobody makes any friendly fire! Even if we die, we need to make ‘TheBoss’ work for it–” said a ranker from the 11th wave, as after entering the central chamber, the first thing he did was to remind everyone that they were a team and did not need to kill one another.


    This of-course pissed Leo, as after taking it easy for a few waves, he finally had to work hard again from the 11th wave onwards as his enemies banded in a tight formation and covered each other’s weaknesses rather than fighting individually.


    Hence, from the 11th wave onwards, Leo had to use his special skills for the first time ever.


    Faced with a line of tanks who had locked their shields together, Leo was forced to use [ Vanish ] and disappear behind their lines, as he took them all out from angles they never even anticipated.


    Of course, when Leo vanished into thin air, the other rankers erupted in panic, having never experienced anything like it before.


    They were helpless—unable to track him or predict his movements, as once he disappeared, their only option was to react blindly, their fear intensifying with every moment that they could not locate him.


    At this moment, the rankers that were previously unified by their resolve to not make the same mistakes as the earlier waves, now found themselves in disarray.


    They swung their weapons in wild arcs, shing at empty air, desperately searching for any sign of their invisible enemy.


    The sheer terror of not knowing where Leo would strike next gripped them like a vice as the front line, once solid and dependable, shattered within moments as the rankers realized their shields were worthless against an enemy they couldn’t see or predict.


    “He’s gone! I can’t see him!” one ranker shouted, his voice filled with panic as he iled, his sword slicing nothing but shadows.


    Then, suddenly, a ranker at the far end of the chamber copsed, a thin dagger embedded in the back of his neck.


    His health bar plummeted to zero in an instant, and he was ejected from the game. His scream echoed through the chamber, sending a chill through the remaining rankers, forcing them to tighten their circle, but their movements were jittery, paranoid. Every step they took felt like they were walking into a death trap.


    “Where is he?” another screamed, his eyes darting wildly across the room. His fingers tightened around his weapon, knuckles white with fear.


    However, unfortunately for him, his answer came in the form of a sh—a quicksilver blur as Leo materialized for a split second, only to disappear again, taking the lives of four men next to him.


    *Thud*


    One after another bodies dropped to the floor, as the other rankers had no idea what to do anymore.


    This was no longer a guardian fight, this was simply a massacre, as let alone standing a chance against the boss, they stood no chance at even tracking him.


    With time, the remaining rankers began to lose theirposure entirely.


    “We can’t fight what we can’t see!” one of them yelled, their voice cracking in terror, as the more seasoned yers tried to restore order, barkingmands and urging the group to stay close.


    But it was no use. Leo’s strikes were surgical, deliberate. He isted his prey, picking them off one by one with ruthless efficiency.


    For the rankers, this invisible enemy was more terrifying than any monster or boss they had ever faced.


    There was no pattern to his attacks, no warning before a dagger appeared in their chest or a de sliced across their throat. It was pure psychological warfare, and Leo was its master.


    “We have to do something big now to win!” someone finally cried, their voice thick with desperation. But it was toote. Leo’s presence—orck thereof—had shattered their resolve.


    The once organized rankers now scurried in all directions, scattering like ants under a magnifying ss and Leo picked them off one after another with ease.


    By the time Leo reappeared, it was over. The floor was littered with the bodies of defeated rankers, and the once defiant group had been reduced to a broken, demoralized mess. Leo stood amidst the carnage, his health bar still at 81%, his expression as calm and collected as ever.


    The world watched in stunned silence, knowing they had just witnessed something truly extraordinary—the horror of fighting an unseen enemy…. The greatest to ever y the game.