Assassin at Range: The Sniper's Lethal Power

Chapter 122 122: The Miserable DarkSaber

Spit!

DarkSaber coughed up a mouthful of blood.

RagingBlood, the vice president of Shadow Legion, was stunned.

"Damn! ExoGenesis is really something, they even simulated throwing up blood!"

If RagingBlood had spent a huge amount of money to secure the Guild Token, full of excitement to create ExoGenesis' first guild and make a name for himself, only to find out halfway that someone else had already created the guild, he couldn't even imagine the emotional turmoil that would lead to. The feeling of throwing up blood couldn't fully express that level of frustration.

But when he thought about it, as Shadow Legion's vice president, RagingBlood realized he wasn't entirely innocent either. After all, they had mobilized all the guild's reserves just to bid on the Guild Token. For a long time, Shadow Legion would be struggling financially. The idea was to use ExoGenesis' first guild to make a name for themselves, attract top-tier talent, and possibly secure sponsorships to make back some of their money. But now, with Blackshade getting ahead of them and creating the guild, things had gone sideways.

RagingBlood's anger flared up.

"Blackshade is going too far! We can't just let this slide!"

His words struck a chord with the other vice presidents, and soon they were all cursing Blackshade.

"Blackshade, this isn't over!"

DarkSaber wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice cold as if it had come from the depths of hell.

But then he thought of something.

Where did Blackshade get the Guild Token from?

He had the Guild Token—why didn't he put it up for auction?

If Blackshade wanted it for himself, why didn't he create the guild earlier? Why wait until after DarkSaber had bid on the Guild Token, only to suddenly register his own guild?

In his rage, DarkSaber's mind was still sharp. He quickly realized this was a well-planned conspiracy aimed at him—and at Shadow Legion!

...

At that moment, the excitement in the auction hall suddenly came to a halt.

The guild leaders who had been bidding on equipment looked at each other in confusion.

Had they just heard something unbelievable?

One of them hesitated, asking, "Didn't the announcement just say Blackshade created the first guild?"

If Blackshade hadn't warned him ahead of time, he might have been the one looking like a fool.

Regardless of their friendship, it was clear Blackshade had ambitious plans, especially given the name of the guild he'd created. Even if Drake had won the Guild Token, it seemed unlikely Blackshade would give up on creating the first guild.

Just as he was thinking about this, another guild leader called out, "Look! The second guild has appeared on the leaderboard—Shadow Legion!"

Everyone turned and noticed that the third guild ranking had been unlocked. There were only two names on the list:

The first was Pinnacle, and second was the newly revealed Shadow Legion.

Drake sighed, "DarkSaber's resolve is impressive. Despite such a huge setback, he's still pushing forward to create the guild. I have to respect that!"

The surrounding guild leaders agreed on the surface, but inside they were thinking, You're trying to hold it in, but we can see you're about to burst out laughing.

Nonetheless, they did have to admit it was quite funny.

After a brief pause, the focus returned to the equipment auction. The situation was already decided, and there wasn't much to gain by continuing to dwell on it. Might as well bid on some equipment and level up.

Although there hadn't been an announcement about the other guilds being created, the leaderboard was still empty, and if anyone could get their guild's name up, it would be great publicity.

Cleric Sophie raised her hammer at the right moment: "One hundred fifty thousand, once. One hundred fifty thousand, twice. Any higher bids?"

There was a brief silence.

Sophie slammed the hammer down, "One hundred fifty thousand, three times! Congratulations to Guild Leader OblivionSword for winning the Silver Grade Armor-Breaking Greatsword!"

The players around her clapped.

OblivionSword, the leader of Oblivion Reapers, humbly bowed and said, "Thank you! Thank you!"

Before the auction, Tristan had already sent Sophie the virtual card number. After OblivionSword completed the transfer, he confirmed it with Sophie, who then initiated the trade and handed over the greatsword.

Once the weapon was in hand, OblivionSword immediately equipped it. The greatsword, gleaming with a cold light, looked impressive on his back.

"Once again, congratulations to Guild Leader OblivionSword for acquiring his prized weapon," Sophie smiled, then took out the second item—a Silver Grade Obsidian Plate Armor.

She expertly began her introduction: "Everyone, this Obsidian Plate Armor doesn't just offer excellent defense, but also boosts health by a thousand points. The main tank players who equip it will be able to challenge higher-level bosses. Starting bid is again set at one hundred thousand, let's see your bids!"

Once again, the auction hall was filled with heated competition. Premium gear was on the line, and who wouldn't want to fight for a chance to acquire it?

As for poor DarkSaber...

Well... ha.