Even if I am unable to impede them, I should be able to take out one to three of them. This was what Sword Demon confidently thought to himself. He could tell that the enemies were in an emotional wreck; while they might be experiencing a burst of courage, they were sure to have lost their usual skilled coordination that ca from their tacit understanding of one another.
Contrasting that to his side... Sword Demon glanced at Young Master Han whom he had fought countless battles with together. They were a little nervous since they were not holding a clear advantage, but Young Master Han happened to be the sort whose state of mind would never be affected by any circumstances they found themselves in. Considering that the severe narcissism he suffered was definitely a little abnormal, it could not be denied that this worked to be the strongest sort of self-confidence. Sword Demon believed that even if this man were eating dirt as he got stomped under the foot of another, he would still present that look of supre arrogance.
Sword Demon had even sotis considered that this was no longer narcissism, but that the man had long since hypnotized himself...
Despite the unfavorable circumstance, Young Master Han would surely not make a mistake. The coordination between the two would still be flawless. With such a thought in mind, Sword Demon firmly believed he would be able to take down two or three n.
Southern Lone Blade and his crew had already plunged into the fog.
When they realized that there was not a horde of reinforcent waiting to ambush them like they had imagined, and there were only a asly three players, their fra of mind took a turn for the worse. It was the ‘unknown enemies’ hiding within the fog that had always been ntally harassing them, so if the horde they had imagined were to appear before them now, they could at least practically explain their tumultuous emotions.
However, it turned out there were only three players! Just three. This was not a trap at all, so where was the real trap or ambush located? The six n were vexed, yet they did not stop their assault. This was the last bit of will to fight they had accumulated, and they had placed it all in this one charge. Stopping now would an that in the bottom of their hearts, they were already compromising and giving up.
Of course, they would be unwilling to give up; Even if they were unable to see the horde of enemies, they would first use these three n to vent their frustrations!
Fla Singed Clothes was the first to slow down and stop. He would have to stop moving if he wanted to chant and cast a spell. At the very least, he did not forget about this ironclad rule set by the system.
“Palatial Balefire! Rise!” Fla Singed Clothes loudly chanted. Flas shot up the sky right before Brother Assist and Young Master Han, but neither of them moved when they heard him cast his spell.
Sword Demon already saw through where the spell would be placed, so his long-ti combat buddy, Young Master Han, should be able to do the sa as well. Young Master Han was gifted when it ca to matters pertaining to coordinates, distance, and other spatial issues, and what he could perhaps see was even more thorough and clear than many others. Besides, it was not really anything difficult to begin with. Plenty of experts out there would be capable of doing this much. At most, players might occasionally make a mistake in judgnt when they were repositioning themselves, but it was almost impossible for them to make such a mistake in the first round of spell bombardnt.
Fla Singed Clothes should understand this point well, and he should of course know that the people he was facing today were not just the average noobs.
Unfortunately, Fla Singed Clothes had experienced far too many setbacks today!
His spells were seen through by the enemies he had t and produced absolutely no results ti and ti again.
The Palatial Balefire he had thought was impossible to overco had easily been passed by Eternal Dominion’s wall climbing antics and Gu Fei’s Blink.
He had died to his Palatial Balefire back in Linshui City, with soone even curiously asking him if that counted as a PK point.
After that, he had unintentionally led the players of Blue Umbra Guild to his comrades, almost jeopardizing everyone’s lives over by the shore of Linshui City.
When they got to Xiawu City, when everyone was picking clients, he managed to find himself soone with a weird character in their na.
And after all those fiascos, he indirectly caused Blackwater to die to his Palatial Balefire when the latter helped him escape. No one asked him about his PK value this ti, but he would most likely breakdown if anyone did—unbeknown to him, it was because of this 1 PK point he had gained that compromised their location, leading to their current predicant.
Fla Singed Clothes was stewing in deep frustration thanks to the string of defeats he had experienced today. Seeing this Knight and this Priest stand unflinchingly to his spell and treating it as if it were their background, whatever self-confidence Fla Singed Clothes had left simply vanished.
He originally did not cast his Palatial Balefire to burn the two. He had rely intended to conjure up a barrier to cut off the three n’s retreat, so that the ‘horde of enemies’ would not make their way over with ease. In the end, the two n did not do a thing, but it was precisely their inaction that had struck a heavy blow to him.
Fla Singed Clothes had planned to imdiately toss out his Blazing Tree of a Thousand Inferno to set forth a firestorm as a follow-up to his Palatial Balefire, but he failed to do that right now as he had forgotten his spell incantation once more... He was no longer certain what he was supposed to do and just stupidly rushed forth with the rest, as if he were a Warrior.
The real Warrior was Southern Lone Blade, and he was leading the charge. As the one who was had the most wits about him among the six, he kept his eyes on the man standing at the forefront of the three n, Sword Demon. He raised his shield and prepared to activate his Charge toward the man.
Sword Demon changed his position and headed toward their flank.
While they intended to impede the six n, that did not an that they must face them head-on. If Sword Demon were to hurtle forward to block them, that would an he was the one who had lost his wits.
How could one man face six players in a direct clash? The only person who could do such a thing was Gu Fei, not Sword Demon.
Even though Sword Demon admired Gu Fei, he was not foolish enough to mimic how that man fought. He had his line of thinking, which was to fight by maximizing the unique features of his job class as best as he could.
The Shadowmist Assassin had already given everybody present a good interpretation of what this sort of fighting style was like: never mount an assault from the front. This was what it ant to be an Assassin. Since Sword Demon had advanced into this job class, he would avoid the sword tip of the Warrior and circle to his flank.
The player beside him was Fla Singed Clothes, and it was a Fla Singed Clothes who no longer knew what he should be doing.
Naturally, Sword Demon was entirely unaware of Fla Singed Clothes’ current the state of mind. All he thought was that the presence of this Mage was a threat, especially after everybody had that dangerous brush with death back in Luori City thanks to his spellcasting. This was why he chose to dart toward this man in hopes of finding a chance to eliminate this potential complication.
Fla Singed Clothes did not react to this sudden change at all, as he continued to dash forward like an idiot.
“SINGED!” Southern Lone Blade was shocked. He had already turned and was prepared to deal with Sword Demon. Under normal circumstances, when facing such a maneuver, Fla Singed Clothes would quickly dodge into the cover of his shield, but, today, he instead daringly ran past him and continued to charge onward as if he were a Warrior.
Even Sword Demon was confused by this. None of them had thought that Fla Singed Clothes’ ntal state would breakdown to this extent, as no one had understood why Fla Singed Clothes was so rough and rugged today.
“FLA SINGED CLOTHES!” several voices bellowed to him.
Fla Singed Clothes suddenly woke up from his stupor. He rely had a bout of amnesia and was not like Blackwater from before, who had lost all sense of his self.
By the ti he returned to his senses, Fla Singed Clothes had found himself separated from the rest of the squad, standing alone in an empty space on that battlefield, which was a huge taboo to a Mage.
Fla Singed Clothes’ countenance changed; Brother Assist did not miss this opportunity and dashed over to the Mage, giving the man a slash.
This slash was by no ans weak. The damage output from Brother Assist had a qualitative leap upon advancing as a Dark Knight. Comparing across the job classes, Dark Knights actually ca in second in terms of damage output from a basic attack, and it only lost to Berserkers on that front.
This strike, which applied a status effect to him, roused the Mage Fla Singed Clothes.
Brother Assist’s Twilight Blade had a 10% chance of applying the Weaken status on his opponents. While he had very fortunately procced it, it was unfortunate that it had occurred on Fla Singed Clothes. It was a pointless application since the effect of Weaken would severely reduce the amount of physical damage output of its target. It had no impact on Fla Singed Clothes at all as he was a Mage.
Brother Assist did not often participate in PvP, much less take on experts, but that did not affect his confidence at being able to dominate a Mage in lee combat. anwhile, Southern Lone Blade, who had originally been preparing to deal with Sword Demon, instantly changed his target and ca to assist his comrade, Charging right over to Brother Assist.
Brother Assist’s lack of experience in such group battles imdiately beca apparent as his body began to perspire and his legs turned jelly, which were often symptoms found in noobs when they first PvP-ed. These symptoms did not occur when he was bullying a Mage in lee, but now that Southern Lone Blade was charging at him, Brother Assist instantly beca a ss.
He scrambled to evade this Charge, but his movent was extrely uncoordinated. Southern Lone Blade was charging toward him with a shield and sword as a Guardian. The area of impact would be large, so that made it difficult to dodge; how fast could Brother Assist run now that he was moving so awkwardly? Half of Southern Lone Blade’s shield ended up colliding right into him, while he was not thrown into the air by the collision, Brother Assist ended up spinning round before collapsing on the ground.
Sword Demon really wished he could cover his eyes when he saw this, sighing to himself. I’ve long heard of Brother Assist, who is well-versed in theoretical knowledge, being a total noob when it cos to real combat operations. Seems that there’s plenty of truth to this rumor, after all.
Southern Lone Blade managed to save Fla Singed Clothes by knocking Brother Assist over; he followed this up with a blow to the fallen Dark Knight.
Brother Assist sure was fated when it ca to proc chances today; he had just managed to activate that 10% Weakened status monts ago, and now he managed to obtain the Faint status from this one Charge. At the mont, he lay sprawled on the floor dealing with the status, unable to put up even a bit of resistance as he took that blow from Southern Lone Blade in its totality.
A flash of light basked the man as Young Master Han’s tily Heal caressed him. Knights possessed a balanced stat-point distribution, so their defense was not terrible, making them difficult to insta-kill. With a Priest by the side providing healing, it was essentially impossible for Southern Lone Blade to achieve anything.
Nevertheless, Southern Lone Blade was a bonafide experienced veteran. Seeing the Heal land after his strike, he did not waste any ti and imdiately stepped over the fallen Brother Assist and strode toward Young Master Han, not even turning his head back as he ordered Fla Singed Clothes, “Kill this man!”
Sword Demon and Young Master Han’s heart soured, as this was a scenario that they had not foreseen. Brother Assist had always been in a support role when he played with everyone, occasionally joining the rest to massacre their enemies. Most of the ti, he would only join in to help speed up the process when victory was certain.
Strictly speaking, today was the first day he had acted independently like this. Even though he had myriads of theories when it ca to PvP, his insufficient experience made him no more than a caricature of actual application.
Sword Demon and Young Master Han had originally calculated that the enemies would entirely focus on Sword Demon, so the battle could be dragged out as long as they could, with Sword Demon using his superior movent speed and Young Master Han supporting by the side. They had not expected Brother Assist to attack and subsequently get taken down, allowing their enemies to take advantage of this terrible situation.
Ignoring Sword Demon and Young Master Han, Brother Assist was still fainted on the ground, while Fla Singed Clothes was standing right beside him. Raising his staff, he pointed it toward Brother Assist.
Let’s see you dodge this now! Fla Singed Clothes’ confidence rallied once more.
It was at this tense mont that a weird sound was heard from within the fog. Soon after, they saw a grey figure, which was flashing blue and yellow, hurtle out from the fog and right into the crowd.
Everybody caught sight of this and exclaid in unison, “BOSS!”
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