Chapter Five: A Master Like the Protagonist in YY Novels

Silk... ... '' The pretty boy let out a miserable scream, as if this girl had indeed met her end at my hands. He actually drew his weapon and glared at me with a posture that suggested he was out for revenge. I glared back with wide eyes and shouted: `` What the hell is silk? Is it radish silk or vegetable silk? It's not like I really killed her, why are you so worked up? ''

The two formidable melee fighters unleashed their three major attacks simultaneously, instantly turning the tide of the battle. After entering a berserk state, the barbarian's strength surged dramatically. Although Thunderstorm managed to parry most of the attacks with master-level swordsmanship and high agility, the disparity in strength forced him to retreat repeatedly. Meanwhile, the Sword Saint unleashed his full power, showcasing his true nature as a humanoid cutting machine. A flurry of chaotic slashes caused a cascade of blood splatter numbers to erupt above Thunderstorm's head, compelling him to both defend and retreat while frantically consuming health potions. The monk, whose level was not very high, imitated Bruce Lee's distinctive shouts, launching punches and kicks while employing a stunning strike. Unfortunately, the vast difference in levels rendered his efforts ineffective. The Sword Saint unleashed his full power, showcasing his true nature as a humanoid cutting machine. A flurry of chaotic slashes caused a cascade of blood splatter numbers to erupt above Thunderstorm's head, compelling him to both defend and retreat while frantically consuming health potions. The monk, whose level was not very high, imitated Bruce Lee's distinctive shouts, launching punches and kicks while employing a stunning strike. Unfortunately, the vast difference in levels rendered his efforts ineffective.

I have no time to pay attention to her. I glanced at the female pastor and then said to the pretty boy, Today the bard in our team is at the hospital getting treatment for hemorrhoids and is offline, so you should sing me a couple of songs to boost morale. You must have learned the Battle Hymn, right

When I successfully executed a sneak attack, the system notified me that my PK value had increased, and I couldn't help but sincerely feel a pang of shame. This tactic of diverting attention truly is a lethal skill against these inexperienced low-level players, but using it against a girl of just over ten levels... I felt that I was being excessively despicable and shameless.

The Heavenly Weapon Sword combines the unique skills of its spell-sword wielder, demonstrating astonishing power. However, given its immense strength, the consumption of magical energy is certainly not negligible. After striking down a priest, the electric glow on the sword diminished. Yet, he immediately retrieved a potion from his waist and consumed it, causing the sword's electric glow to shine brilliantly once more. He then thrust the sword into the monk's throat, and amidst the dazzling electric light, the monk's Bruce Lee-like howl was silenced in his throat. Remarkably, he quickly drank another potion, and the electric glow became fiercely radiant again. He immediately drew another potion from his waist and consumed it, causing the sword's electric glow to shine brilliantly once more. He then thrust the sword into the monk's throat, and amidst the dazzling electric light, the monk's Bruce Lee-like howl was silenced in his throat. Remarkably, he quickly drank another potion, and the electric glow became fiercely radiant again.

"Go to hell!" With a thunderous roar amidst the storm, a priest fell beneath the blade of the cursed swordsman. At some point, the electric glow on that long sword had intensified to a blinding degree. This kind of visual and auditory effect could not possibly be produced by a heavenly artifact; I am certain it must be a professional skill of the cursed swordsman. As for the effect of this skill, one only needs to look at the dazzling -399 to understand; a priest, whose health was by no means low, was actually killed in a single strike.

Is there a mistake? Is this guy a drug dealer

It is unclear whether he was intimidated by my fierce demeanor, understood the situation, or realized that if he truly made a move, he would only end up being struck down by me. The pretty-faced poet did not actually step forward to attack, and I could not be bothered to pay him any mind, continuing to focus on the battlefield. This decisive blow was not merely about eliminating a helper; more importantly, it was a psychological tactic. When dealing with these non-professional players, psychological strategies are always the most effective.

The young man with a pale face said with a苦 expression: "Sigh, that song can only be learned after reaching level 30 on www.hetushu.com, and besides, I never intended to engage in fighting and killing while playing the game..."

Oh, our reinforcements have arrived..." I suddenly shouted, pointing behind them.

This potion is completely different from ordinary healing potions and the restorative spells of priests, as it can replenish life instantly upon consumption. It can be said that as long as you drink the potion quickly, your opponent's attack cannot kill you in one blow, and you will not be killed. However, this potion is not sold by NPC merchants; it can only be crafted once a day by those who have reached the master level in alchemy.

As the pretty boy turned his head slightly later, he saw a meteor hammer, larger than the head of the female pastor, striking her delicate face with unerring precision. Fortunately, this was not reality; being hit by such a massive weapon did not result in her face deforming and shattering like an egg. Instead, she let out a mournful cry, spitting blood, and was sent flying like a discarded rag doll, crashing to the ground.

Once again, after a whirlwind of chaotic slashes, the azure sword light and wheel-like sword shadows finally faded away. The Sword Saint's coordinated dual kill moves of the Rising Slash and Gale Strike concluded. However, amidst the crowd, the Storm of Thunder had yet to fall. Although it continued to retreat under the fierce attacks of the barbarians, the assaults from the Paladins, Monks, Rogues, and Priests never ceased. The red text above its head kept appearing incessantly, yet this fellow astonishingly continued to chug potions to hold on.

The two turned around, and the forest was eerily empty, filled with a chilling atmosphere, devoid of any ghostly figures. The girl seemed to recall something, her body shuddering as she turned back, but it was already too late; apart from a sphere covered in iron spikes, she could see nothing else.

Equipment that is overwhelmingly powerful, and a personality that is utterly repulsive. Watching the swordsman in white, resembling a foolish child who poses and shouts on the street as if he were in a comic or cartoon, yet gallantly cutting down my group of professional experts, I truly felt dazed. It was as if I had entered a cliché online game novel, becoming a pitiful supporting character, helplessly witnessing an absurdly foolish protagonist performing a tired script of overcoming the odds and turning the tables on us, so trite that it sends shivers down my spine just to think about it. I truly felt dazed, as if I had entered a cliché online game novel, becoming a pitiful supporting character, helplessly witnessing an absurdly foolish protagonist performing a tired script of overcoming the odds and turning the tables on us, so trite that it sends shivers down my spine just to think about it.

At this moment, the nearby thieves and priests also saw an opportunity, abandoning the unicorn and rushing over. The thieves sheathed their crossbows and drew their daggers, lunging forward to stab fiercely, while the priests swung their maces with all their might, treating the white-clad curse swordsman as a sworn enemy for the murder of their fathers and the abduction of their mothers. From this vantage point, the figure of the charming swordsman was completely overshadowed by the surrounding frenzy of madmen hacking and slashing. Limbs were flailing, weapons were flying, and the cries of battle filled the air. I am certain that if this were reality, with such a fighting style, he would be reduced to a pile of meat in just ten seconds.

However, from a combat perspective, this approach is indeed imperative. Several of the most aggressive mages have already fallen to the chain lightning, and the fire giant could potentially eliminate the dwarf warriors who come to assist at any moment. The attributes and equipment of that charming swordsman seem exceptionally formidable, and with that young lady assisting, our chances of victory are quite slim. If I do not find a way to launch a surprise attack, it appears that the pretty boy might also be hindered by his reluctance to harm a delicate flower. I cannot quickly deal with her alone, so I have no choice but to resort to such underhanded tactics.

Once again, two thieves fell beneath the sword. Thunderstorm seemed to have finally caught its breath and regained the upper hand, gradually finding its fighting spirit and becoming increasingly spirited in battle. With every strike, it struck a pose reminiscent of the protagonists in action films, occasionally shouting lines such as "Take this!" "Die!" and "The reason you are dying is that you have angered me." Although its high agility allowed it to execute these moves with ease, the frequent pauses to drink potions made these poses appear somewhat out of place. With every strike, it struck a pose reminiscent of the protagonists in action films, occasionally shouting lines such as "Take this!" "Die!" and "The reason you are dying is that you have angered me." Although its high agility allowed it to execute these moves with ease, the frequent pauses to drink potions made these poses appear somewhat out of place.

As expected, the storm of thunder and lightning suddenly saw my little lover being struck down by me, causing great shock and immediate disarray. Although this was not a real fight, the distraction created only a small gap in operations. However, the professional experts I led were not to be underestimated; their ability to seize opportunities was absolutely top-notch. The barbarian let out a wild howl, his eyes turning crimson as his muscles swelled, unleashing his ultimate berserk skill. The orc swordmaster shouted loudly, and the blue sword light on his dual swords surged, increasing the speed of his weapon swings dramatically, executing both the power slash and the whirlwind combo simultaneously. The barbarian howled again, his eyes red and muscles bulging, activating his ultimate berserk skill once more. The orc swordmaster shouted, and the blue sword light on his dual swords surged again, with the speed of his weapon swings increasing sharply, simultaneously unleashing the power slash and the whirlwind combo.

Including our team, there are currently very few mage players who have learned alchemy skills to this level. Therefore, almost all such potions circulating in the market are rewards for completing certain specific alchemical side tasks, with a black market price of 20 gold coins per bottle. Our group of mercenaries is also equipped with about ten bottles of such potions, which we intend to use only in emergencies for life-saving purposes and for - illustrations - books

"Twenty bottles for one yuan each. Where did he get so many?"

This is a truly authentic critical hit. The female priest was not wearing a helmet, and my part-time ranger is at least level 20, equipped with expert-level hammer weapons, possessing 18 points of strength. Coupled with this werewolf meteor hammer, its attack power is certainly on par with that of a dedicated warrior. The triple damage from the critical hit of the heavy weapon appeared as a large -333 on the girl's head. After being knocked back and falling to the ground, she lay motionless, undoubtedly having met her demise.

I swear, this guy seems like a prodigal son playing with his inheritance. Today, I will make him drink so much water that he will have to sell his property deed when he goes back. The team channel was filled with chaotic shouts. Although that leather armor had exceptional defense, the cumulative damage displayed above the charming swordsman had already exceeded one or two thousand after everyone attacked desperately this round. Yet, he remained as sturdy as ever, undoubtedly sustained by that instant healing potion known as PK holy water.

If the healing potion that instantly restores health is still within the acceptable range, then this potion that rapidly restores magical power is indeed a fantasy. With this item, mages essentially become human-shaped machine guns. One can imagine that the system must have strict limitations on this item; apart from the legendary alchemy masters who can produce one bottle a day, it is only available as a reward for a few high-difficulty quests. In the black market, the price for this item has already reached three white gold coins per bottle, yet right before our eyes, this individual is consuming these exorbitantly priced potions as if they were mineral water, which is hard to believe. This is clearly an action that disrupts game balance, reminiscent of the protagonists in those clichéd online game fantasy novels.