The boulders roared, dragging long sparks along the canyon walls. The team had barely dodged the first wave, hearts still pounding, when the second wave came crashing down.
Xu Zhu shouted low: "Raise!"
The shieldbearers almost instinctively obeyed, bracing as the boulder's gale scraped past. Air burst open, sparks spraying, their arms numbed from the shock.
And Xu Zhu—was still treading that razor-thin Residual Edge.
His wooden stick prodded the gap where the stone scraped by, borrowing its force to spin his body smoothly to the canyon's flank. The entire motion flowed like water, leaving everyone stunned.
—Was this really a "fragile" with just 1 HP?
No, it was a madman gambling with death!
The rogue licked his dry lips, muttering: "Either he's a hidden pro… or he really wants to die."
The dungeon's live feed was already running. The scene streamed through the eyes of onlookers, broadcast to the forum, where bullet-screen comments flooded.
[Holy shit! That spin—slow it down ten times for me!]
[That's not reflex, that's betting his life! One HP dares brush a rolling boulder?!]
[Insane. Maniac!]
[Hahaha stop, he's the Residual Blood Maniac!]
—And so, the name "Residual Blood Maniac" exploded across the server.
…
Deep inside the dungeon.
The rabbit warren finally emerged. Hundreds of red-eyed giant hares crouched at the den's mouth, muscles bulging, fangs gleaming. They fixed on the intruders, then leapt in unison.
Shields rose, hunters loosed arrows, the medic stumbled back in panic. The air reeked of beast musk and scorched stone from the boulders.
Xu Zhu stepped half a pace forward.
Just as everyone thought he'd take the front, he barked: "Shields up, don't move! Left, three o'clock—wind break!"
The shieldbearers obeyed without thinking. Sure enough, three giant hares leapt, but clipped the shield corners and were deflected, unable to pierce the formation.
"Fire!" Xu Zhu called again.
The hunters' arrows flew, striking true—three hares fell midair, tumbling dead to the ground.
The entire party froze.
They realized suddenly: this 1 HP Residual Blood Maniac wasn't just fighting—he was using that razor's-edge instinct to read the dungeon itself, spotting gaps no one else could.
It was as if the dungeon's rhythm itself slowed in his eyes.
…
The outside forums went berserk.
[Residual Blood Maniac is the real deal!]
[Wait—he read the wind flow? Isn't that a cheat?]
[Turning a novice dungeon into peak-limit play, I'm convinced!]
[Residual Blood Maniac = hidden god?!]
In ten minutes, the post broke a hundred thousand clicks, flooding the front page.
Meanwhile, Xu Zhu gripped his wooden stick, breath steady.
Sweat dripped from his jaw, yet his eyes only shone brighter.
On the edge of death, the world he saw was not the same as theirs.
"Next wave, follow me."
His voice was low, but every teammate nodded by reflex.
At that moment, the legend of the "Residual Blood Maniac" truly began.