144 Chapter 144 - End of the First Round of Battle (1/2)

One, two, three, four, five, six… Gu Fei did a head count of the players chasing after him. There were six players behind him, yet eleven players stayed with Svelte Dancer. This made Gu Fei feel displeased. Do these people deem me as below par compared to her?

This thinking should not be blamed on their opponents, though. Who would actually regard a Mage with depleted mana as a threat?

As such, the six men enthusiastically chased after Gu Fei without a shred of fear. Just as they were five meters away from Gu Fei, someone among the six fell onto the ground with a loud thud.

The other five men stopped on their tracks in astonishment. When did someone initiate an attack on them? None of them even sensed it coming toward them! All of them looked at Gu Fei who had not moved even a bit from his spot with widened eyes. They then looked down on their comrade who had fallen to the ground on his back with his four limbs sprawled. The person seemed to have received quite the shock as he repeatedly shouted, ”Am I dead?! Am I already dead?!”

The five men were not amused and were mildly annoyed by his antics, especially when they spotted the banana peel on his sole.

”How can you be so careless?!” Gu Fei admonished.

The five ignored the man on the ground and headed toward Gu Fei with a roar. Witnessing the might of Gu Fei's Spell Damage, they knew that now was a once in a lifetime opportunity to take him down with his empty mana.

”Make haste!” The five rushed toward Gu Fei. Two meters away from Gu Fei, a Warrior among the five activated Charge with a bellow.

Gu Fei sidestepped and sent a slash to the nape of the Warrior who had gone past him with Sacred Flames of Baptism.

The Warrior, whose Charge did not connect with anything, looked backward when he felt a breeze coming from behind him and saw in time Gu Fei's Chinese broadsword heading closer to his neck. This almost frightened him to death, especially since his Charge had yet to end. Continuing to stomp the final two meters, the Warrior thought to himself, It's over. By the time I stop charging forward, my head will have fallen off my body.

Unexpectedly, the Warrior's head was still intact when he finally halted his steps. Checking his HP, he saw that it had barely dropped. Now that he thought of it, what sort of damage could a mere Mage inflict?

The Warrior perked up when he finished thinking of that and promptly raised his claymore to launch an attack on Gu Fei once more. His four guildmates had also arrived at his location and joined his assault on Gu Fei by wielding the weapons in their hands. Behind them, the player who had become a victim of the discarded banana peel finally recovered from his shock and managed to get up and join the fight.

However, Gu Fei did not view these melee opponents as a threat and merely sent cuts sailing through the air with his Chinese broadsword toward them. A cleave, thrust, slash, twist, cut… Every stroke and every move he made always hit his targets.

The men grew astonished the more they fought with Gu Fei. The nimbleness that Gu Fei was displaying seemed unbelievable to their eyes. While none of their attacks or skills could hit Gu Fei no matter which angle they struck him, Gu Fei's counterattacks could not be dodged by them. Although the damage dealt by each strike was low, it was only a matter of time before their HP were reduced to zero. Furthermore, his Chinese broadsword's occasional fiery glow signaled the proccing of an additional fire attack that seared them quite painfully.

They truly regretted not bringing a Priest with them to chase after Gu Fei, as the Mage with empty mana whom they had initially thought could be killed off easily turned out to be—”AHH!” A scream echoed when one of them died from the Chinese broadsword's fiery glow.

The five men were even more flustered now. Seeing the cuts and bruises that they had sustained from this fight, the possibility of them dying from simply being burned by the Mage without a Priest's support was large.

”Priest! Let's get us a Priest!” With this realization, the five immediately turned around and fled. They no longer tried to stop Gu Fei from recovering his mana, as it was more important for them to keep their lives.

However, they received an even greater shock when they turned around. It turned out that their guildmates who had not chased after Gu Fei were in more dire straits than them.

Svelte Dancer's fighting style of using Fleetfoot was more extraordinary than Gu Fei's. Her form flitting through the crowd and reaping the lives of the men very much resembled a combine harvester. The six men could at least activate their skills once or twice when facing Gu Fei. As for the players that that had remained behind, they could not even keep up with Svelte Dancer's speed and would even accidentally unleash their skills upon their guildmates oftentimes. At present, five out of the eleven players facing Svelte Dancer had been subdued by her.

With Svelte Dancer in the front and Gu Fei at the rear, these five men were now at a loss on where they should go. Upon realizing that the two were unparalleled experts, they all lost their hopes of winning this match.

In the current eleven-versus-two scenario, Gu Fei and Svelte Dancer actually won with an overwhelming advantage. The eleven men completely lost their will to fight and only made despondent attempts at resisting. Gu Fei and Svelte Dancer increased their PvP tempo and very quickly took down the remaining ten players. When only a Warrior was left, he tremblingly backed away with his claymore placed in front.

Getting killed in the PvP tournament was not scary since it had no penalty whatsoever. Nonetheless, the Warrior felt frightened by his opponents' overwhelming strength. The two's act of demolishing their guild of forty-five men was precisely what left the Warrior quaking in his boots.

”Just who are you two?” the Warrior asked, bewildered.

Gu Fei and Svelte Dancer looked at each other, ”What should we say?”

”I shan't bother you two anymore. I'll just do it myself!” The Warrior raised his claymore horizontally to take his life.