Chapter 140: The Two Types of People I Loathe Most
The incoming Filth Caster Number One seemed to understand, his anger bubbling over at being ignored.
He sped up, launching a straight punch packed with the force of a thousand stampeding rhinos.
At such close range, and given how quick he was—and with the opponent completely oblivious to him—this was a guaranteed hit.
He was determined to deliver a harsh punishment to the guy who dared to underestimate him.
With a blast, a stream of black energy surged like a tornado, crashing through the arrogant fool’s body, obliterating him instantly.
That’s how it should be.
However…
“Did you really think that punch was cool?”
A voice chimed in from the side. Number One turned to look and found himself face-to-fist with a much smaller fist.
The fist might have been tiny, but it completely filled his field of vision, leaving no room to dodge.
Boom!
Number One took a solid hit to the face and was sent hurtling back, rolling across the ground several times before crashing next to the other three Filth Casters.
Dazed, he stumbled back to his feet, mumbling something unintelligible.
Yuliya certainly didn’t understand him, just like she hadn’t understood the Demon Hunter back in the Hero Tower.
This was no longer a language barrier; it felt more like they were speaking a different dialect altogether.
Although she couldn’t decipher the words, the frantic gestures among the Filth Casters pretty much conveyed their message.
“Let’s gang up on her!”
Exactly what Yuliya was hoping for.
She responded with a friendly international gesture.
The four Filth Casters quickly coordinated to surround Yuliya from all sides.
Yuliya felt completely unfazed, watching them like she was at a live comedy show.
Suddenly, one Filth Caster threw a punch aimed directly at Yuliya’s back of the head.
Yuliya, with eyes in the back of her head, spun around and kicked, deflecting the attack while simultaneously landing a solid kick to his gut, sending him flying.
That was all it took to signal the other Filth Casters to launch their own attacks.
Even though it was a group assault, Yuliya moved like a fish in water, swimming effortlessly through their desperate attempts.
The four Filth Casters struggled, obstructing each other left and right.
One from the left and one from the right launched their attacks. Yuliya dodged effortlessly, slipping into one of their inner zones, delivering a flurry of rapid punches to his abdomen.
Just when he wanted to retaliate, he found himself stunned, “Wait, why did I just get punched by my own teammate?”
His teammate was equally baffled, “I threw a good punch, and you just jumped in the way! Trying to play the martyr?”
Before they could figure out who was hitting whom, another Filth Caster ate a kick to the face and went flying backward.
Yuliya chuckled and shook her head, but she remained vigilant, as the last one had already landed above her like a mountain about to crush her.
Beware the smush tactic!
Yuliya lifted her right hand.
Suddenly, the rubble on the ground quickly piled up into a sharp, conical spike that grew taller than Yuliya herself in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that monstrosity, the fourth Filth Caster wobbled violently.
If he wasn’t cloaked in black and oozing black smoke, you could have sworn he was wearing a face of sheer panic.
Yuliya grinned, her figure vanishing in a flash, appearing right behind the fourth Filth Caster in mid-air.
She raised her leg, gathering force, and brought it down with a mighty crash.
“Crash down!”
In the next moment, a thunderous noise accompanied by a terrified yet furious roar echoed through the area.
Like the madness of a wild beast, accompanied by a ghastly wail.
“Was it really necessary to make that much noise?” Yuliya pouted, covering her ears with disdain.
She looked at the fourth one’s health bar; he’d only lost a little more than ten percent. That bump on the head wasn’t going to leave him in a cast for weeks.
By the time the Filth Casters managed to pick themselves up and regroup for another round, Yuliya noticed something was a little off with the fourth one.
His eyes were bloodshot, muttering something incoherent, and drooling some unknown liquid.
Upon checking his status panel…
Uh… Bezerker Mode?
Did he just flip that switch?
The other three Filth Casters rallied around the now-raging fourth one to launch a new wave of attacks.
With berserker mode activated, his attack power and speed increased to a new level, almost keeping pace with Yuliya’s.
But… he seemed to have completely lost his brain.
Even before his mood swing, he was no Einstein, but now it felt like his brain had been snatched by zombies.
In just those two moments, berserk number four had already blocked three attacks aimed at Yuliya.
While the berserker did the heavy lifting, numbers one and two provided flanking support, while number three took cover to unleash a sniper shot.
But that long-distance shot? Half of it got absorbed by number four, and the other half missed entirely.
Black energy orbs came flying in, hitting number four. While he didn’t react, his health visibly dropped.
Number four relentlessly pursued, while numbers one and two popped in and out for quick hits.
With a mad dog in the front, flies buzzing in at the back, and a muddy eel sneaking in from the side, things were getting unwieldy.
Yuliya swept away the assassins, rolled to dodge the long-range shots, and turned to see a fist the size of her head coming down at her.
She knew there was no choice but to cross her arms together, muttering “Solidify,” and bracing for that cruel punch.
Holding her ground for half a second, she got sent flying and smashed into the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
What a golden opportunity!
The three Casters swiftly teamed up, launching simultaneous attacks. The fourth did not stop attacking, oblivious to the chaos.
They aimed to deliver a crushing blow while the opponent was off balance and visibility poor.
From all directions, four different types of attacks descended to finish her off.
Just as the cloud of dust settled, it revealed a calm… no, a composed Yuliya, with a smirk on her face and not a speck of dust on her.
Uh-oh!
Numbers one and two sensed something was wrong and began to move, but it was already too late.
“Repel!”
A crisp voice echoed, rippling through the air.
The four attacks aimed at Yuliya suddenly slowed, as if trapped in a muddy swamp, unable to advance.
Simultaneously, they were stuck.
“Tornado Obliterates Parking Lot!”
A swirling gust of wind lifted the now-stagnant Filth Casters and propelled them forward.
In the next instant, all three took a dual beating to their chests and heads, spinning in the air as they went flying, landing on the ground with dizzying rolls.
Meanwhile, Number One, still clueless about his surroundings, was greeted by a looming shadow.
“Oh, so you like to snipe, huh? Time for you to kick the bucket!”
A heavy and oppressive force came crashing down from above; before he fully grasped what was happening, his head became deeply embedded in the ground.
Not content yet, Yuliya stomped on him foot after foot.
“I absolutely detest two types of people. One is the sneak attackers—if you’ve got guts, face me head-on! Hiding behind and sniping? That’s not a skill!”
She then pointed a finger.
With a bang, the fourth one, who had just stood up and was ready to charge, fell back down again.
“And the other type is those who won’t let me sneak attack!”
