The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 510 - 510 415 Well Let's Clean Up3

510: Chapter 415 Well, Let’s Clean Up_3 510: Chapter 415 Well, Let’s Clean Up_3 My Huanqu wouldn’t lose as it swiftly lunged into Lind’s defenses, holding the greatsword horizontally with his left hand, aiming for Lind’s head in the stance of a Piercing Spear, and thrust the mont he entered the attack range.

Lind tilted his head to dodge, and the greatsword grazed past his ear.

Seizing this opportunity, my Huanqu swiftly extended his right hand, holding four Alchemical Tools between the fingers.

The glass bottles exploded the instant they were thrown, rapidly forming a colorful poisonous cloud that enveloped Lind’s head.

My Huanqu suddenly grabbed the hilt of the greatsword with his right hand, forcefully adopting the “Lind’s Lion Slash” position, canceling the fore-swing, pushing the blade down, forcing the greatsword to smash towards Lind’s shoulder.

He knew he couldn’t win the battle alone, so he set a modest goal for himself: to reduce Lind’s health by a thousand or two would be enough.

But unexpectedly, the invincible “Lion Slash” struck the ground, and the rebounding force numbed his wrist.

As the poison fog dispersed, not only was Lind unhard, but he hadn’t even drawn his sword.

He stepped forward, closing the distance, then raised his fist and smashed it into my Huanqu’s cheek.

The intense pain and buzzing in his head almost awakened the Undead from their dream, severing the connection, followed imdiately by a second punch, an uppercut hitting his chin, its force swiftly surged up through his upper jaw.

My Huanqu trembled with intense pain, and he realized that Lind’s fighting style was not lethal, but he knew how to cause the most pain and drain soone’s resistance.

Discarding his greatsword, his legs suddenly gave way, and he entirely collapsed to the side, rolling awkwardly to evade Lind’s attack, taking the opportunity to pull out a Magic Wand.

The wand, a joint product with Harry Potter, was diocre in effect, but it was compact and stable—far more useful for an Undead who preferred close combat than those wands as tall as a person.

As long as it was suitable, it was a good wand; nurical increases didn’t an everything.

He swung his arm, casting two beams of fragnted light at Lind, who unexpectedly dodged the attack again.

Lind had left many impressions: fierce in close combat, comparable to top bosses with 70,000 damage, terrifying area damage, and extrely sophisticated swordsmanship.

And yet, he had not displayed any of these but instead chose to fight using fists and speed.

A punch fell.

Not painful?

My Huanqu looked around at the surroundings.

“Damn, I resurrected?!”

But there was good news, my Huanqu hadn’t inflicted any damage on Lind, but he had earned Lind’s respect and the opportunity to select a Crest.

My Huanqu looked at the nurous available Crests and suddenly felt happiness strike so unexpectedly.

“The Gemini Crest, it could increase the accuracy of dual-wielding weapons and also enhance 20% Life Limit.”

“The Sturdy Shield Crest, increasing resilience by 20%.”

“The Poet Crest, attacks include splash damage.”

“Moon Halo, adds 10% to all stats under moonlight, wait, doesn’t that match the [Remnant Moonlight Necklace]?”

He felt he might have developed decision-making paralysis.

Why are they all marked “unique”?

As he shared this news, the Undead who had been wondering what kind of “passive” skills Lind could offer imdiately went wild.

“No wonder my lee isn’t shaping up; it turns out, I haven’t acquired the core skills.”

People had already started considering which skills to pick to create new gaplay strategies.

Reset points, they must continuously reset points until they find the best combination.

Lind was rarely generous, but with his departure imminent, he hoped the Undead could maximize their abilities and make the best selection.

In Magic Land, there are no Undead.