Online Game: Crazy Skeleton-Chapter 1290 - 1198: Every Cause has Its Effect

"Hmm?"

North Mountain Evil Fire, upon seeing Su Ran on the arena, and especially the staff in his hands, had his eyes bursting with bright light. It was as if a dying person had spotted a lifesaving hope. If it weren’t for system limitations, he would have pounced already.

"Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, give me back my staff!"

"Jeez, why are you so jumpy when talking? You nearly scared my soul away!"

Su Ran lost all interest in examining the staff’s attributes. After tossing it into his inventory, he couldn’t help but complain, "The ring is only so big, I can hear you even if you fart—can’t you lower your voice?!"

At that moment, Su Ran was a bit reluctant to face North Mountain Evil Fire. After all, he hadn’t yet disposed of the pilfered goods and now the original owner was right there—incredibly awkward.

"Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, if you’re a man, give me back my staff!"

Seeing that Su Ran was indifferent to his demands, showing no intention of returning it, North Mountain Evil Fire became frantic. His eyeballs bulged as if he were ready to fight to the death.

"It’s ridiculous! Who do you think you are? Asking for equipment back and commanding me as if you’re the emperor? Sorry, buddy, but I’m no eunuch!"

Su Ran sneered, showing no sympathy as North Mountain Evil Fire grew desperate. No way could he do that—he had been eyeing that staff for a long time, and now that he’d finally acquired it, he wouldn’t just hand it over!

Besides, it was a loot drop fair and square—no theft, no snatching, even a complaint would be useless!

Wait.

A eunuch?

Su Ran remembered his current skeletal state, which was not much different from a eunuch. Err, wrong, he didn’t need to pee; there was a difference after all.

"Fine, fine, Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, well-played! You just wait!"

Hearing the mocking tone in Su Ran’s voice, North Mountain Evil Fire exploded with rage. His fury shot from within him to the top of his head, causing his hair to stand on end—his anger was that palpable.

To say he was ’on fire with anger’ would be no exaggeration.

"I’ll make you regret this, I promise!"

North Mountain Evil Fire looked mad, his gaze darting around the arena, looking for something solid with which to fight Su Ran. Alas, the arena was smooth and clean, not even a fly in sight, let alone half a brick. But if he couldn’t vent his anger, it seemed like the veins on his forehead might just burst.

"No need to make any promises to me. Bring on whatever dirty tricks you’ve got! Can’t even handle a game—what’s the point? To the victor belong the spoils, if you can’t accept defeat, come at me again!"

Su Ran felt this guy was like a pitiful clown, bustling about on stage only to end up a laughing stock among the audience, utterly forgetful of the sadness behind the clown’s facade. Truly pitiable.

"Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, you forced my hand!"

North Mountain Evil Fire was trembling with rage, his eyes wide open and bloodshot. His fiery red hair made him look like a Fire Spirit bathing in flames—such a striking visual effect. No wonder those young folks loved to dye their hair in all the colors of the rainbow—emulating this exact vibe!

"Ah, it’s come to this, and you still can’t see the big picture?"

Su Ran sighed, no longer in the mood to continue the conversation. He knew there was no reasoning with a madman, particularly when he himself was in the wrong.

Just then, the system’s notification sound gave Su Ran an excuse to disengage.

"Go to hell!"

Driven crazy by Su Ran’s provocation, North Mountain Evil Fire swung his arm out of habit, but the familiar fireball didn’t appear—he swung at nothing.

Seeing this situation, Su Ran was at first stunned, then a knowing smile appeared on his face. Sure enough, the magic staff was the key to North Mountain Evil Fire’s instant-cast spells. Once he lost the attribute bonus of the staff, his true form was revealed.

The so-called speed build had utterly become a joke. If North Mountain Evil Fire wanted to survive in the Earthly Fiend Group, he would have to change his attack strategy. Otherwise, he would definitely be the first one to be eliminated!

"Sigh."

North Mountain Evil Fire clearly also considered this point. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and faced the sky. He wanted to calm down from his rage and have a peaceful conversation with Su Ran, already prepared to admit his mistakes, even if it meant offering financial compensation. He had no choice; the staff was his hope for rising to power and he couldn’t afford to lose it!

But then,

things always went beyond one’s expectations, which North Mountain Evil Fire felt very acutely.

"Boom!"

A fireball struck him directly in the face, accompanied by the whooshing sound of the wind, and a voice floated over, "You’re really stupid, the duel has already started, and you dare to close your eyes and act cool, serves you right for being unlucky!"

North Mountain Evil Fire felt as if a blood vessel had burst. Facing this kind of player, he had to adjust his mentality or he would die of rage! freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Weird, did he disconnect? How can he take a beating and still be so calm? That’s not right."

Su Ran was somewhat surprised to see North Mountain Evil Fire standing motionless on the spot. Normally, this guy would have been furious long ago, how could he endure until now?

Could it be...

that the guy suddenly had a stroke or epilepsy, his emotional fluctuation was too great, and the system kicked him out of the game?

That would be great!

Su Ran grinned. It was a rare opportunity, standing there like a sitting duck offering free kills, he couldn’t pass it up!

With that thought, Su Ran increased his output, planning to take down this guy in one fell swoop, so as not to waste more time.

"Not good!"

North Mountain Evil Fire just snapped out of his daze and saw Su Ran casting two fireballs in a row, and his face changed color. In a panic, he performed a lazy roll and narrowly avoided the fireball attack.

"So, you’re still alive, too bad, I should have fought seriously from the start."

Su Ran shook his head with regret, not planning to give the guy a chance to catch his breath; he immediately conjured a purple flame and threw it over.

"Hey, Spilt Water Can’t Be Regained, don’t rush, I have something to say to..."

North Mountain Evil Fire was also desperate, for the sake of the staff, he could endure anything, but as he was hastily trying to speak to Su Ran, a flame struck the ground not far away.

"Boom!"

A column of fire rose up, enveloping North Mountain Evil Fire inside. The flame sucked away the air around him, and the words he hadn’t finished were stifled back in.

"At this point, what’s there to say, just fight it out, all this dithering, if you’re going to die, at least die swiftly!"

Su Ran had no time to listen to this guy’s nonsense; he was eager to check the attributes of that staff. The sooner he finished him off, the cleaner; no need to hang in suspense, causing discomfort from the anticipation.

At this moment, without the ability to instant-cast, North Mountain Evil Fire was no match for Su Ran. Under the seal of Netherworld Purple Fire, he couldn’t resist the continuous assault of fireballs. Despite his inner reluctance, he was powerless and, with Su Ran’s relentless output, he kicked the bucket, leaving behind a corpse with eyes wide open in death.

Moreover, after contributing a level of experience, North Mountain Evil Fire also dropped a shining ring. Judging by the luster on the surface, it certainly wasn’t ordinary merchandise, at least a gold-tier equipment!

Su Ran immediately picked up this piece of loot and, upon confirming it was gold-tier equipment, felt over the moon. Looking at the corpse at his feet, he couldn’t help but sigh, "Brother Evil Fire, what goes around, comes around. Your karma is me, die a few more times and you’ll get used to it..."