Jake switched his ntal gears and prepared for the imminent battle.
He suspected that the enemy player was either a thief or an assassin. He leaned more toward the possibility of him being the latter, as the thief player probably would have used others to steal his prey's items.
An assassin and its skills, however, were centered on killing others.
'I know this class is probably the best for one-on-one, but gim a break,' Jake sighed. In the first dungeon, he fought a few thieves and assassins. Although he recognized their skills and the effort those players put into their class, he hated them to the core.
Prince's help was a blessing against those botherso players as he could read them hidden with his plethora of expensive items and skills, stunning them just before they could hurt his archer.
However, a few of them had slipped through Prince's eyes, making Jake dance against their blades.
Once Jake marked them with his Archer's Death Eye, getting rid of them was a formality.
That said, the alt char of the high-level player wasn't in the sa category.
'He wanted Sin, but ended up with … I guess he can't deal with tanks. A counter-pick, right?' Jake thought as he looked around, his form Joker.
Standing in the rigid Soldier Form would have cost him his life—Jake was aware of it well.
His form aside, Jake was exposed to nearly all angles. He knew it was a mistake, but he didn't know how good the opponent was.
There was a chance he bluffed that he was an alt char and wanted Jake to commit simple mistakes, such as wasting his stamina before a battle began.
Jake, therefore, focused on his perception bubble. He could have expanded it around himself, at least thirty ters wide, with him in the center.
It was a powerful skill that had adapted to various weapons and magic skills during only one day of the dungeon expedition! It was also familiar with people's movents, allowing Jake to react as fast as possible.
He was confident that he would be able to react just in ti.
This confidence had been shattered in a second.
Darkness flicked before Jake.
Before he noticed, a man stood in front of him. He was like a black mummy, as black bandages cloaked him from head to toe. Only a gap around his eyes exposed a little of his dark skin. His black eyes reflected Jake's shocked expression.
He smirked beneath his mask.
Two bizarre red flares flashed in Jake's eyes.
BANG!
[You have lost 145 HP!]
[You have lost 158 HP!]
[Your shoulders have been burnt, and excessive bleeding has been applied to you.]
[You're losing fifty health points every thirty seconds.]
Those two crimson glitters belonged to the assassin's weapons. They were dium-length daggers, crafted from an unknown red tal, bending at the end.
When they ca into contact with flesh, those daggers created flas at the ends, burning the victim's blood, bones, and flesh.
It was what had happened to Jake.
The assassin tore through his leather armor and dug through him to his bone!
An imnse pain swept through him. Of course, the lowered pain sensors and adrenaline conjured natural painkillers in Jake's system.
Without paying any attention to his losses, Jake locked his two original skills on the assassin.
By now, he also learned about the man's na as it hung above him in red font.
[Law be damned Lv. 26 HP: 1100/1100 MP: 591/650]
[Law be damned has blocked your Death's Lock.]
[Law be damned has blocked your Archer's Death Eye.]
The level gap is not that big between us! How could he block them?!' Jake thought.
[Archer Lv. 17 HP: 417/720 MP: 340/440]
Just like Jake thought, the level gap wasn't significant between them. Alas, Jake's original skills and their grades couldn't match what Law be damned had passed from his first character to his second.
None of that matched his experience.
With what he had gone through on his first character, Law be damned could take that library of knowledge and experience to his second character and up his assassin's skills in only a few days. His perception skills were much better than Jake's, and they were full of various experiences.
"Death's Lock? Archer's Death Eye? Never heard of them," the assassin's voice bood in the cavernous zone. He had ditched to hide in the shadows and study the newest gains he had earned on his second character. He sneered, "For their nas, they're as puny as I thought. But Grin Grid might be using sothing similar, so I will play with you more.
Haha! I like how you're running around like a rat! Is that your movent skill? I prefer that over mana step!"
Jake was indeed on the move.
Those assassins and thieves loved to hide and attack from unexpected angles, so Jake wanted to minimize their options by running along the walls, the grooves, and even sloping paths upward. He would limit the assassin's blade as much as he could.
When he thought about luck, this word worked on him like a curse.
He gritted his teeth and thought more.
'I fought Ender and won! This battle is similar to that! I must limit angles and get adapted to those red blades! I will apply The Miner's Eye to my perception bubble and try to locate them before he can hurt ! I need to be able to locate him, or else I will lose without being able to summon others!' Jake thought as he rapidly stomped on the ground.
The crunching sounds were relentless and even remained in his wake as he rushed around the cave. He forced a health potion into his lips and drank as much as possible.
It helped him with the bleeding effect.
'He's giving a chance to stop bleeding… he wants to see more of my skills… I like it,' Jake said. Jake was a person who could develop respect toward an opponent who respected his skills. Whether it was pure curiosity or just for enjoynt's sake, the interest in archery was the sa.
Jake swore to himself.
He swore that he would win this battle.
That was when the darkness flickered around him again.
'He's here—'
Jake's throat had been pierced.
[You have been hit by a critical strike!]
[You have lost 297 HP!]
[You're unable to speak.]
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