Chapter 44 (1/2)

This was a party that seemed to be at a higher level. In fact, the players who were there to level up were at least around Level 17 or 18.

Of course, Fatty was an exception. He had come here to complete his quest and not to level up…

The players of this party were fully equipped. An Undead Dark Hunter of the party had just shot an arrow and robbed Fatty of his last hit. There was also an Orc Race Berserker, an Apostle Race Death Knight, an Orc Race Prophet, and an Undead Thief.

This seemed like a very powerful party with high damage…

After snatching a Poison Dart Frog from Fatty, the Dark Hunter seemed to see that the other three Poison Dart Frogs had low health, so he happily pulled his bow to continue shooting.

His four teammates looked at Fatty mockingly.

Kill-stealing was already common in the game. Sometimes, there was no reason for it at all. A player would do it if they wanted to. The four Poison Dart Frogs whose HP Fatty had reduced with the toxin effect were basically free EXP for them. If they didn’t kill-steal, they would be letting themselves down.

Didn’t a solo Venomancer look as though he was being bullied?

Therefore, not only did the Dark Hunter’s party members not stop him, but they even watched the fun from the side.

The reason Fatty’s last hit had been snatched by the Dark Hunter was completely because of his lack of mental preparation. Now that he had seen them, how could he still make such a mistake?

When the bow and arrow in the hand of the Dark Hunter once again shot an arrow, Fatty also made his attack.

He stopped in the same spot and released his Miasma Skill. Before the Dark Hunter’s arrow hit, Fatty had killed the Poison Dart Frog and made the last hit.

The player of the party, who had failed to obtain the last hit, couldn’t help being stunned.

As long as a range attack was not targeting the person in front, a player had to consider the attack’s speed in the air. The magic shot or arrow would not immediately hit the target once it was released. The process might take some time, and that time would depend on the distance.

The Dark Hunter was standing behind Fatty, so the distance between them and the Poison Dart Frog was naturally different. Since he was further and Fatty had released an attack at the same time he had, Fatty’s attack would definitely hit the Poison Dart Frog first!

Fatty had already become proficient in the last-hitting technique. Time calculation was a child’s play to him.

“Hey! That’s strange!” The Dark Hunter mumbled and shot another arrow with his bow. “I don’t believe this!”

Unfortunately, Fatty had killed the monster before him!

The Dark Hunter had not managed to snatch two consecutive Poison Dart Frogs that had low health. Thus, his teammates couldn’t sit still anymore.

“What’s wrong with you? You can’t even kill-steal?”

“No!” the Dark Hunter said gloomily. “I don’t understand. How did he know which one I was going to shoot? Every time, he killed it before me…”

Yes. Theoretically, there were still three other Poison Dart Frogs with low health that the Dark Hunter could shoot. If Fatty had attacked a Poison Dart Frog that wasn’t the target of the Dark Hunter, he would still have been robbed of his last hit.

This made the Dark Hunter feel quite puzzled. The first time, it might have been a coincidence, but Fatty had attacked twice the target that the Dark Hunter had been about to attack. As a result, he had not managed to obtain EXP either of those times.

They probably hadn’t expected that Fatty would actually not play the game with an electroencephalogram connector like them but with a holographic device. From a third-person perspective, if one looked down from this point of view, one could easily see the flight path of the arrow and determine which one of the frogs the Dark Hunter was going to attack.

This was not a very difficult skill, yet no member of the party could think of it. Therefore, they found it unbelievable.

In the end, there was only one Poison Dart Frog left. Since Fatty had stopped, the Poison Dart Frog jumped in front of him and attacked him.

“-23!” The damage was indeed a bit high.

However, Fatty did not rush to kill the Poison Dart Frog. Instead, he waited for the Dark Hunter to kill-steal again. He wanted to show this group of people by using facts that the Venomancer was not so easily bullied.

This party could also see his intentions, so they couldn’t help but get angry. A single player, who was supposed to be bullied, had now in turn provoked them instead. How haughty!

The players seemed to have said something on the party channel, so the Dark Hunter smiled strangely. Then, he raised his bow and shot out an arrow.

As soon as he did that, Fatty saw his arrow’s flight trajectory, which was directed at him. He had never expected that and hadn’t even used the Miasma Skill to kill the Poison Dart Frog.