Online Game: Low Drop Rate? I Have a Guaranteed Drop System!-Chapter 37: Slaying Sylas and Fly with the Controlled Sword

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Slaying Sylas and Fly with the Controlled Sword

"Wh-when did you show up?" Sylas took a step back and reached for his waist. A pistol appeared in his hand.

For some reason, looking at Johnnie, who had a playful expression on his face, a chill ran down his spine. This was a feeling he had never experienced before when facing enemies.

His intuition told him that Johnnie was very dangerous.

He directly raised the pistol and then pointed it at Tyrande. He said coldly, "Johnnie, it seems you still care quite a bit about this woman."

"Johnnie, save me." Tyrande seemed to have grabbed hold of a life-saving straw and hastily called for help.

"Shut up!" Sylas roared angrily, his expression icy cold. He looked at Johnnie and threatened, "If you want to save this woman, hand over the Fossil of Creation."

As he spoke, he directly threw a connection crystal over.

"Hehe." Johnnie sneered and said indifferently, "You might as well pull the trigger."

"Hmm?" Sylas frowned. He felt that the other party didn’t care about the woman’s life or death at all.

"Johnnie, you’re actually so heartless!" Tyrande widened her eyes and glared at him. Then she pleaded, "Big brother, you can see that I’ve already broken up with him. We have no relationship at all. Please let me go."

"Hmph. In that case, then you can both die together." Sylas didn’t bother with more words and was about to pull the trigger.

But at that moment, a cold glint shot out from behind him.

Puff!

Blood spattered. It was a small black flying sword that directly pierced through his throat and floated quietly in front of Johnnie.

"Ugh..."

Sylas widened his eyes, covered his gushing throat, and looked at the small black sword floating in front of Johnnie. The red patterns on the sword body looked even more enchanting.

Game attribute fusion...

As his consciousness was fading, he realized what was happening. His arm trembled as he tried his best to pull the trigger of the pistol, but he couldn’t manage it. His body slowly fell backward.

"Ah..." Screams echoed. Tyrande felt the hot blood on her cheeks. Looking at Sylas beside her with wide eyes and an expression of unwillingness to die, she struggled in terror and couldn’t believe it, saying, "You... you killed someone."

"Shut up." Johnnie snapped.

He was also a bit surprised. He didn’t expect that after the attribute fusion, he would be so powerful. The Dragon Pattern Sword easily pierced through Sylas’s throat.

Since he had been reborn, he had killed countless human traitors. He didn’t feel much about it in his heart.

He picked up the login crystal on the ground, took away Sylas’s pistol, took out the mobile phone from his body, and directly threw it in front of Tyrande. Then he turned around and left.

"Johnnie, you can’t leave. Let me go first." Tyrande came to her senses, struggled to move her body, and moved away from Sylas’s body as she called for help from him.

But Johnnie didn’t pay any attention at all. His figure disappeared from the rooftop.

"You bastard, come back." Tyrande cursed angrily, feeling wronged in her heart. But she quickly calmed down and started to save herself.

She struggled to crawl in front of Sylas’s mobile phone. After hesitating for a moment, she still didn’t call the police. Instead, she used her mouth to dial Malfurion’s number for help.

"An martial arts disciple? Could it be that Johnnie is an martial arts disciple?" After she hung up the phone, thinking of Johnnie’s methods just now, she couldn’t help but swallow.

The Wind Family was not an ordinary family. It was a contact point between martial arts disciple families and the real world, and she had met martial arts disciples before.

She thought back to a few days ago when Crysic wanted to acquire her Guanlan Group. One of the conditions was to get in touch with the martial arts family behind her, the Wind Family.

She struggled to get up and moved as far away from Sylas’s body as possible. Leaning against the wall, she tried to break free from the ropes, but after several attempts, the ropes only got tighter.

She had no choice but to give up and wait for Malfurion to come to her rescue.

...

Under the pitch-black night, Johnnie flew with his sword and quickly returned to his residence without alerting anyone.

"Eh, Johnnie, where have you been?" Crysic looked at Johnnie who came down from the rooftop and asked in confusion.

"I smoked a cigarette on the rooftop." He casually made up an excuse.

"Is that so?" Crysic was suspicious. She had been to the rooftop just now and hadn’t seen him there.

She didn’t dwell on this matter and said, "Johnnie, the plane tickets are booked. The flight is in the early morning. We should leave now."

It was already a little past nine o’clock in the evening. The airport was in the suburbs, and it would take more than an hour to drive there. If there was a traffic jam, it would take two hours.

"There’s no rush." Johnnie, however, wasn’t in a hurry. He looked at Crysic and said, "Do you want to experience flying?"

"Flying? Won’t we be taking a plane soon?" Crysic was packing her luggage and asked in confusion.

"I mean immersive flying. All right, stop packing. We won’t stay in the Western Alliance for long." Without explaining further, he grabbed Crysic and walked towards the rooftop.

The fusion of in-game abilities was bound to happen sooner or later. He didn’t plan to hide it from Crysic. Moreover, this girl clearly wasn’t interested in the game, and it was time for her to take it seriously.

"Johnnie, don’t tell me you’re going to fly the plane yourself?" Crysic was puzzled and followed him to the rooftop.

Johnnie didn’t explain much. With a thought, the Void Sword Sword appeared.

"Hmm? Where did this big sword come from?" Crysic widened her eyes. She groped around on him and exclaimed in surprise, "Johnnie, can you do magic? But how on earth did you hide such a big sword on your body?"

"This isn’t magic." He had a mysterious look on his face. With a thought, he used the art of flying with a sword, and the huge sword floated quietly in mid-air.

Thud thud...

Crysic was so scared that she took several steps back. Her mouth slightly open, she looked around. She didn’t find any mechanism, yet this huge sword was floating in the air out of thin air.

Could it be some high-tech gadget?

"Crysic, do you know about flying with the Controlled Sword?" Johnnie looked at her stunned expression with a proud look on his face.

"Flying with the Controlled Sword? Johnnie, stop joking." Crysic swallowed and looked at the huge sword. She still thought there was some mechanism on it.

Johnnie didn’t explain further. He picked her up in his arms, jumped onto the flying sword, and with a thought, the Void Sword Sword sliced through the sky and shot out in an instant.

"Ah..." Crysic screamed, at a loss, and hugged Johnnie tightly.

Beside the villa, Joseph and Luke, who were on guard, were alerted.

"What’s that noise?" Luke looked up at the rooftop, and a dark shadow quickly disappeared into the night sky.

"Big brother, it seems there really is something that can fly!" He couldn’t help but pinch his thigh. The pain hit him, and it wasn’t a dream.

He said in surprise, "It seems to be Secretary Crysic’s voice..."

"Not good!" Joseph exclaimed and rushed into the villa. "Johnnie? Secretary Crysic?"

He shouted loudly, but there was no response at all.

The two quickly went to the rooftop, but they didn’t find anything either. The night was deep, and there was no sign of anything unusual.

"Big brother, what’s going on? Did Johnnie and the others disappear into thin air?" Luke looked as if he had seen a ghost. He couldn’t believe that someone could sneak in and kidnap Johnnie and Crysic right under their noses.

Joseph frowned, looked at the pitch-black night, and said, "Luke, do you still remember the martial arts disciples?"

"martial arts disciple?" Luke exclaimed in surprise and said, "Big brother, do you mean a powerful person like the chief instructor?"

There were martial arts disciples in the military. When he first saw the abilities of an martial arts disciple, he was amazed beyond words.

Splitting mountains and cracking stones, those were definitely not the abilities of an ordinary human.

Joseph nodded and said solemnly, "If I’m not mistaken, Johnnie is probably also an martial arts disciple!"

Although martial arts disciples were powerful, it was absolutely impossible for someone to sneak into the villa without being noticed by them.

The only explanation was that Johnnie was an martial arts disciple.

"This... How is this possible? martial arts disciples are like dragons that only show their heads but not their tails, and they are not allowed to appear in the secular world." Luke didn’t believe it.

Joseph continued, "Maybe I’m wrong. Let’s just pretend this never happened. There’s no need to be on guard anymore. Let’s go back."

He didn’t say more and returned to his own villa. Although both of them were still filled with shock in their hearts, they didn’t tell anyone else.

...

The evening breeze was blowing gently. It was already summer, and it wasn’t very cold.

Johnnie slowed down and floated quietly in the night sky.

Crysic was still tightly wrapped around him, looking stunned and shocked in her heart.

"All right, it’s okay." Johnnie patted her shapely buttocks and comforted her.

Flying with a sword consumed 10 mana points per second. His in-game attributes had been materialized in the real world. Although he couldn’t see the specific mana points, he felt that there was no consumption of mana points.

Mana points, just like Health points, are restored at a rate of 1% per second and are not affected by battles.

His current mana points had reached more than 1,500 points, which meant he could recover 15 points per second, completely making up for the consumption of flying with a sword.

"Gulp!" Crysic nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva and still held Johnnie tightly. A crazy idea suddenly popped into her mind: "Johnnie, you’re an immortal cultivator!"

Fly with the Controlled Sword, such a mysterious and unpredictable ability, seemed to be something that only immortal cultivators in fictional works could do.

But those were all fictional.

She felt that her worldview was collapsing.

"Immortal cultivator?" Johnnie smiled and explained, "You could say so. But anyone could potentially possess this kind of ability."

"Johnnie, you... You’re not kidding?" Crysic stared at him intently, with a mix of surprise and anticipation.