Chapter 389: Dirty Fireworks (2/2)
Still, the truth was that because of the Rules of the Game, the Players would only cut down their foes HP even if they struck said foe in a physically vital position in normal combat. Effects would not reflect physically even in critical strikes.
The problem, however, was that the hill-folk were buffed with the Lord of the Peaks’ divine power, which came with their own Rule Resistance. Therefore, the hill-folk were immune to the Rules of the Game created by Xi Wei.
While they would be immune against the Players’ control skills and debuff, the effect of the Players attacks would also be reflected in full effect on the hill-folks’ physical body instead of only cutting down their HP.
It was difficult to label that as a good or bad outcome, but from the current situation, the bad outcome appeared more significant. After all, the Players’ attack skills mostly sourced from Xi Wei’s own gaming experiences, making the gameplay exceedingly complex and develop variety amongst the Players’ skills. It was like a vaudeville in the perspective of most people of this world, and there was just no imagining what form their attacks would take.
For example, the Divine Earthsplit Blade was a sacred art that unleashed a sword’s qi along the ground toward a target. It was not powerful since it was one of the earlier skills the Players would pick up, and they learn it only to unlock later stronger skills… and yet, this one technique was working wonders as it reached unbelievable success rates of nutcracking!
Now, having known that there was no salvaging the situation and that his side was being routed, Kaven Mor finally regained some shred of rationality-perhaps out of worry for his own balls.
But that was not important. Upon understanding that his advantage was lost, Kaven Mor decided to come up with a way to escape and rally the other tribes.
For better or worse, he was a Hill Shaman. The other two major tribes wouldn’t act against him even if they don’t see eye to him, whereas he could simply rely on them to rescue his own tribe, perhaps even luring hill-folks from the other tribe to his own. Hence, Kaven Mor suddenly switched defense to attack, punching down Joe who could not react in time without trying to get another hit in in the heat of the moment. Instead, he directly created a small earthquake by twisting his foot on the ground, seizing the moment when the other players surrounding him could not attack to directly sprint toward a gap in their encirclement which he had eyes on earlier!
And thanks to the Lord of the Peaks’ divine power buff, each step he took was much more powerful than an average person’s step, allowing him to run with extraordinary speed and taking him off the edge of the jungle in the blink of an eye!
If he fled into the jungle, he could keep relying on the Lord of the Peaks’ buff and the hill-folk skill of blending into the mountains. Catching him would be more than difficult when that happened.
Still, the Players led by Edward were not in a hurry.In fact, in the split second that the earth started quaking, Edward had already reacted
—but he did not bother summoning his Blackfire Dragon, take to the air and avoid the earthquake.
After all, Kaven Mor’s attempt to escape was within his calculations since the HP bar over his head openly revealed that he was too weak, his armor now mostly shredded.
Not a moment too soon, a streak of cold glint flashed like a lightning bolt.
In the next split second, Kaven Mor’s trousers that were weaved out of vines and leaves from an unnamed tree was blown up amidst a fiery light! There was not even time for the smile that appeared on his face at the thought of surviving a disaster to fade away…
He was sprawled over the ground in the next instant, foaming at the mouth while his eyes rolled upward, and he was soon unconscious.
On a tree crown nearby, Gou Dan moved his eyes away from the eight-times magnifier while putting away his AWM, throwing a look of disdain at Kaven Mor’s blurred-out lower body and spitting to the ground.
“Dirty fireworks.”