Chapter 237: What’s a Multifunctional Nuclear Bomb?
WZC was already in the groove with round two.
But really, could anyone resist such an explosive show?
With effects this awesome, how could you not hit the button?
Since blowing things up, whether it’s a simple kaboom or a dazzling explosion, is still blowing things up, might as well max out those special effects and let everyone have another mind-shaking experience!
But this time, the players were not panicking like they did before.
As for the knights… they were truly basking in the nuclear blast’s power.
Once the white light dissipated, over half of the two thousand knights were sprawled on the ground, barely clinging to life.
Checking their status showed only a sliver of health left.
The stronger ones were barely half-kneeling, their health bars teetering on the edge.
And the strongest—Bazel included—were still standing, although their health was hanging on by a thread.
Bazel glanced at his knights, feeling a swirl of emotions.
These were his brothers who had fought alongside him through thick and thin, and now they were in such a pitiful state.
He felt anger, sadness, and a semblance of relief.
At least they were all still breathing.
“Adventurers! Well done! You’ve succeeded in angering me!”
“I’m about to let you feel that same experience, but don’t worry, I’ll kindly leave you with just enough breath to suffer a bit longer!”
Bazel stood tall, sword raised to the sky: “Sunfire Incineration! Eternal Radiance!”
This was a secret technique used by high-ranking members of the Radiant Knight Order, capable of quickly healing wounds and boosting strength.
But this time, the sun only cast a few meager rays.
“What’s going on?”
Bazel furrowed his brows, staring at his hands: “My power… why has it diminished so much?”
The few knights still standing realized their strength had dropped significantly too.
Emerald Level had turned into Silver Level, and Gold Level might have even plummeted to Bronze Level.
“Hehehe, finally noticed, have you?”
WZC stepped forward, adjusting his nonexistent black-rimmed glasses.
“That last hit wasn’t just about damage. If anything, the damage was kept at a low level. The real effect is the suppression.”
You think you’re high-level, huh? Let’s play the level suppression game, shall we?
I’ll take half your level away, and then you can give it a shot!
“Now we’re on the same playing field. But I’ve still got five thousand folks left, and more are on their way, while you barely have a hundred standing. Care to keep struggling?”
Fiery Conflict Across the Sky clapped proudly and gave WZC a thumbs up.
Awesome! This was exactly the result he wanted!
He picked up the thread of the conversation and continued to persuade.
“Honorable knights, there’s really no need for us to fight to the d*ath. You can see we’re not here to take your lives. It’s just a matter of serving our masters, divided by our factions. Let’s not make it personal. What do you think, General?”
Bazel, deep in thought, glanced back at his few remaining comrades.
They exchanged glances.
Finally, Bazel shook his head: “If we’re all serving our masters, then we must give it our all! Command is like a mountain; we have no choice but to advance!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Bazel charged forward with his sword.
After enhancing his abilities, his speed was incredible.
Even though his power was suppressed, his experience and skills were still overwhelmingly strong.
He figured out that this group of adventurers had three leaders. If he could take them down first, the rest would crumble like a deck of cards.
Bazel was confident he could knock one out in a single blow and simultaneously deal with that quirky spell-caster who posed the biggest threat.
This surprise attack caught Fiery Conflict Across the Sky off guard.
He was stunned and realized too late that he couldn’t dodge.
Just then, a sword shot in from the side, hurtling toward Bazel at breakneck speed.
This strike, though a sneak attack, came from the most obvious angle, aiming to force Bazel to give up his attack.
Bazel hesitated for a split second, then swung his sword to block.
Once he recognized the ambush, it was game over for his plan.
“Clang!”
The massive impact sent Bazel stumbling back a few steps.
He steadied himself and glanced toward the direction of the incoming blade.
That direction revealed Little Moon retracting her hand before pulling out a staff, a smirk dancing on her lips: “Is it finally my time to shine?”
Up until now, Little Moon hadn’t been entirely useless, but her contribution had been extremely limited.
d*mn that level suppression!
So frustrating! Too frustrating!
She finally felt what Little Yuliya went through before; challenging at a higher level was tough work!
Fortune smiled on her, though; the level suppression had more or less faded.
This opponent was formidable, and instead of feeling daunted, Little Moon was getting pumped!
After training for so long, she finally had a chance to battle properly.
The stronger the opponent, the better—she could test her limits!
Bazel cast a quick glance at Little Moon and her staff, and the next moment, he charged at incredible speed.
He rushed in and sliced out with his sword.
When facing a mage, it was all about the quick attack—don’t let them have a second to cast a spell!
Then he saw her staff barreling toward him.
Bam!
Bazel blocked with his sword, and they both got locked in a stalemate.
This power feels a bit off…
Did I guess wrong? She’s not a mage?
After a brief moment of shock, Bazel snapped back to reality and swiped Little Moon aside with a single strike.
He still had the advantage in strength and could easily take the upper hand in close combat.
Then he was greeted by a fiery ball of fire headed straight for him.
A fireball in your face, are you scared?
Bazel felt just a smidge scared.
Little lady, there’s more to this chapter! Please flip to the next page to continue reading, and things are about to get even more exciting!
What kind of trick is this? I’ve never seen it before!
He swung his sword and cleaved the fireball in two.
Then came the next overhead strike.
The two began a fierce exchange of blows.
Little Moon, a student of Yuliya, was channeling that up-close-and-personal mage style.
As a pure damage-dealing class, every hit was immensely powerful.
But it had its downsides—the mana costs and hit rates could be problematic.
So, up close and personal was the ultimate way to maximize output without a doubt.
When her spell cooldowns weren’t ready, she could still throw a few solid hits in; what could be better?
After several exchanges, Little Moon furrowed her brows.
It feels… a bit too easy…
Not that Bazel wasn’t strong, but he wasn’t as tough as she expected.
To put it bluntly… he felt weaker than Little Yuliya.
Little Moon sometimes practiced with Yuliya when she had the time.
Even when Yuliya was holding back, they could match sword skills effortlessly—Little Moon could hardly keep up.
But now, she even managed to gain an upper hand at the start.
“This girl’s a bit crazy…”
“This feels oddly familiar; I see the Wind God’s shadow here. Is this how all mages do things?”
“Bro, where are all the normal mages at? In the forums, mages start with strength first!”
The players began to murmur among themselves.
Now that the situation had stabilized, they relaxed a bit.
Fiery Conflict Across the Sky and his team retreated to a safe distance, watching Little Moon duel the general, unable to stop themselves from nodding: “I’d call her the closest mimic of the Wind God. Her skill set has that flavor.”
Currently, more and more female mage players were emulating the Wind God’s style, but most just did it for laughs.
“But sadly, she’s not the Wind God. If she were, she could truly win.”
