Liao Hai shook his dagger, gradually adjusting his breath.
As an assassin with a chain attack capability, he could opt to deplete his chain attack value to unleash powerful finishing moves or use less costly skills that, while weaker, didn't consume much of the chain attack value.
Even though his weakened attacks should have achieved some results by now, the inconspicuous black armor of his opponent had proven to be a tough nut to crack.
"Formidable defense?" Liao Hai squinted his eyes and, once again, charged towards Sha Wen Cheng.
"Let me see if you truly have no weaknesses!"
In his eyes, Sha Wen Cheng's attack speed seemed full of vulnerabilities, but during the recovery from his attacks, the counter-attack was fierce. Thus, this time, Liao Hai decided not to face the attacks head-on. Instead, he exploited his assassin's advantage:
Spin and Strike!
This involved a series of circular stabs.
Observing Liao Hai continuously probing around Sha Wen Cheng, Weng Ling's heart rose to her throat.
"No good, he found it!"
Even during the darkest nights, one could find Sha Wen Cheng's slow turning weaknesses. Liao Hai, with his more experienced skills, could undoubtedly exploit them. After a few attacks, he identified a vulnerability in Sha Wen Cheng's defense.
"Hehe, just as I thought!"
Liao Hai's expression turned cold. With a glint of cold light in his hand, he continuously leaped forward and backward. However, Sha Wen Cheng only protected his vital points, allowing Liao Hai to stab him recklessly. Eventually, he turned and ran towards the edge of the arena.
"Thinking of taking refuge by the wall?"
Liao Hai narrowed his eyes. If he let Sha Wen Cheng get to the fortress's wall, it would cost him a lot of effort. Was this guy planning to use his energy even if he lost?
"I can't drag this on any longer. Finish!"
Seeing his chain attack value exceed 230 points, Liao Hai took a deep breath, focusing his mind.
Finishing move: Fatal Slash!
A blue light emanated from his dagger, clearing the chain attack value to zero. In a flash of lightning, Liao Hai rushed to Sha Wen Cheng, pointing the dagger directly at the back of his neck.
"With over 230 chain attack points, enough to unleash twenty times my usual strength. Die!"
One point of chain attack value could release 100 units of energy for other professions. With the added boost of the finishing move, he was confident he could cut through even that fortress.
"Waited for this moment!"
Unexpectedly, as Sha Wen Cheng, who had been running forward, suddenly grinned, fiercely patting his chest.
"Frigid Flame Armor!"
With a bang, a strange blue flame rose from his armor, rapidly slowing down Liao Hai's dagger. Seizing this opportunity, Sha Wen Cheng forcefully countered with a slash.
Splat! A severed arm fell to the ground.
Yet, Liao Hai didn't even blink; his skills were not over. The remaining dagger in his left hand finally broke free from the icy flame, viciously swinging across Sha Wen Cheng's neck.
Splat! A spherical black shadow soared into the air.
"Cut off one of my hands, and I'll take your head!" Liao Hai gasped for breath, grinning wildly at his dagger.
However, a disdainful laughter from behind interrupted his ferocity.
"My head is right here; you can't take it!"
A tall figure stood in front of Liao Hai, the weapon that severed his arm rested against his neck.
Liao Hai, looking up in horror, saw Sha Wen Cheng's flowing white hair, revealing a face almost as beautiful as Y3.
He then realized that what he had severed was just the helmet.
"Wow, so handsome!"
"Who is this man? Butler, butler! In three minutes, I want all the information on this man!"
A woman occupying four seats shouted with excitement, paying no attention to the sullen face of her skinny husband beside her.
Bed also poked Night Three More,
"Why did you reveal his true appearance? Aren't you afraid of being recognized?"
Night Three More shook his head, smiling,
"In such a glorious moment, not letting Lao Sha reveal his true face would be too much of a loss."
Bed rolled her eyes,
"I believed your nonsense! You must want to use this opportunity to satisfy this young man's vanity and make him die for you, right?"
Night Three More shrugged, choosing not to explain further.
Allowing Sha Wen Cheng to reveal his true appearance was indeed due to a certain intention but had more to do with a deal. After a month of investigation, Sha Wen Cheng had discovered that Thunder Lord Shazan, his father, and the entire relocated population had mysteriously disappeared for a decade. There were no clues or records left.
With no leads to pursue, Night Three More suggested that Sha Wen Cheng participate with his real appearance, hoping to find any of his relatives who might recognize him.
Of course, Night Three More was taking some risks for this, and the exact nature of the compensation would be discussed later.
"The third round goes to Sha Wen Cheng of the Lorand Fief!"
Xu Muzhi looked at Sha Wen Cheng, who had picked up his helmet and put it back on, and frowned.
"No! Impossible! How could I lose?!"
"I clearly... I clearly hit his throat! You believe me, right? I really hit his throat!"
Perhaps unable to accept the shock of defeat, Liao Hai screamed madly. However, Tian Shi Ling's people sternly pulled him back, and a group of medics hurriedly began treating his severed arm.
"Well done!"
Weng Ling patted the returning Sha Wen Cheng. However, Sha Wen Cheng remained silent, covering his neck with cold sweat as he looked towards Night Three More.
Night Three More and Bed took a cold breath, not expecting his injuries to be so severe!
A gruesome knife wound ran across his neck's left side, cutting halfway through. Only a glacial flame had temporarily sealed the wound, preventing anyone from discovering it.
"Weng Ling, Healing Spell!"
"Huh? Ah!"
Weng Ling only now noticed the horrific wound on Sha Wen Cheng's neck and hastily began casting a Healing Spell. However, as she was only proficient in low-level Holy Light spells, her effect was limited.
Night Three More frowned, pressing his fingers on Sha Wen Cheng's neck. Thirty or more Death Lights wrapped around, and the wound began showing signs of closing.
Bed thought for a moment, took off her gloves, and waved a green mist into Sha Wen Cheng's nose.
Unlike Night Three More, Sha Wen Cheng was a true living undead and could be influenced by Bed.
"Phew, rest assured, he won't die!"
Feeling the wriggling on his neck, Sha Wen Cheng said with a pale face,
"But in the next round, I might not be able to participate."
Night Three More glanced at those around him, rubbing his chin.
"It's okay. In the next round, let..."