Chapter 769: The final opponent
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Sheyan sighed and allocated the 4 achievement points to Zi without hesitation. Zi calmly accepted them and said in the party channel.
“I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?”
Sheyan smiled wryly and replied.
“The good news.”
Zi calmly answered.
“The goods news is that my ‘Skywalker Force – Strands of Time’ has unintentionally affected Finarsih’s point to point teleportation portal. Though it isn’t destroyed, its cooldown is delayed by minimally 60 seconds. You have another 60 seconds to rest.”
Sheyan asked.
“And the bad news?”
“The realm system is similarly affected and likewise, our time of return is extended by roughly 60 seconds.”
Sheyan sighed.
“More importantly, how long can you hold up?”
Zi straightforwardly answered.
“I’ve already utilized my honorary medicine. I still have the party’s ‘Gloryheal’ ability, which is outside of their expectations. Therefore, sustaining till our return isn’t a problem.”
Sheyan chuckled.
“That’s good, don’t worry about my side.”
Zi didn’t know why, but she exceptionally disliked Sheyan’s confident self. She pursed her lips and inquired.
“What gives you such confidence?”
Shayan laughed heartily in response.
“Obviously. They dispatched Plague who is adept in concealment and also a summoner, yet I eliminated her so quickly. Moreover, you also mentioned that party channel communications would be disrupted for a period after passing through the teleportation portal. Thus, what would our enemies, who can’t obtain any combat report, think?”
“They will surely reckon I’m a formidable perceptive sense and offensive might type! They won’t even consider me being a natural bane to her, and will surely dispatched someone suitable against my two ‘outstanding’ points. Since that’s the case, they’ve coincidentally fell into my concept! To me, defeating someone may be difficult, but dragging for time isn’t a problem.”
Indeed, Sheyan’s conjecture seemed rather flawless, but the realms of men is filled with deviations; otherwise, theories would be sufficient in solving all problems.
Although members of Skull Party couldn’t communicate with Plague, the death of a party member was still a major noticeable event.
As they observed, Growth-Hunter no.076ac11 fading away from the party list, a bone-piercing chill crept into the hearts of the members of Skull Party.
Judas’s expression was exceedingly sullen as he opted to remain silent. Another Growth-Hunter called Avis breathed in deeply and said.
“2 minutes 57 seconds….and Plague died, even her realm returning object was rendered ineffective. Trista, can you deal with this?”
Trista was someone who fought Sheyan and company before, that markswoman in Drizzt’s team. Back then, Mogensha’s suppression was so great that he forced her to be fully occupied; thus, she didn’t really spectate much of Sheyan’s battle process.
Upon hearing Avis’s suggestion, she bluntly replied.
“No.”
Avis declared coldly.
“I’m starting to suspect that we’ve been set up by Glory Party. Pui! A basic realm contestant can finish off Plague in just 2 minutes and 57 seconds. Who will believe such words! Hmm, but the next entry is in 30 seconds, who will go next? I will definitely not fight an unknown wildcard. Trista, do you dare?”
Trista immediately raged out.
“Are you calling a marksman to participate in a street fight? Is your brain rotting with tubeworms or your tongue infected with syphilis?”
While they conversed, the others retreated backwards successively. After all, the risks were too great and the rewards didn’t weigh up. More crucially, not volunteering equals to zero losses. Who the hell would be willing to risk it?
Avis paused briefly before saying.
“Judas, I think the one most suited to deal with that brat, is Este from our Chicago branch. His Ice element abilities have reached perfection and can surely destroy that brat.”
Judas’s face twisted slightly. “This idiot’s words are equivalent to not speaking. Este clearly didn’t enter this world with us! Moreover, even if he did, he wouldn’t be the key to resolving this problem, but may become a source to another problem.”
This was because Este was a capable man full of ambitions. If not for Skull’s natural MT superiority, only Este would be able to vye for the position of party leader.
Not only would Este refrain from assisting, he would definitely blame Judas and Skull for being incapable and attempt to wrestle away the hearts of the party members.
Yet why did Avis risk offending Skull and Judas to question the party’s decision, he similarly harbored selfish intentions….but why?
Because when Plague died, he immediately reckoned the opponent was a high perceptive sense and damage type. Coincidentally, Avis was an individual suited to curb such contestant types. If he didn’t step up to muddy the waters, Judas would undoubtedly kick him through the teleportation portal………he wanted to avoid this large risk low returns situation at all costs.
Hence, managing a party was indeed an extremely arduous affair. After all, a person’s heart was the hardest to grasp, what more these powerful Growth-Hunters?
Just when an internal squabble was about to happen, the teleportation portal opened once again. The six demonic claws tore through another unstable spatial passage.
This time, an individual that nobody in Skull Party expected strode into the portal without a single word.
This wasn’t anyone, but the incredibly sexy and voluptuous Patrice in her skintight clothes!
Ever since witnessing Plague’s death signal, she stood by the teleportation portal without issuing a word. Once the portal regained its efficacy, she immediately stepped through the portal.
Both Sheyan and Zi couldn’t afford to locate or watchover the teleportation portal. To guard against that, Sheyan directly sat on a stool ten meters behind Zi.
When Patrice’s sexy figure surfaced in his line of sight, Sheyan offered an extremely warm wave.
The 1.8 meters tall Patrice steadily glanced over. Her deep sapphire eyes seemed to reflect reverse shadows within perfectly.
“So it was you who killed Plague?”
Sheyan bluntly nodded.
“Yup, she wanted to kill me, but I beat her to it. Why do you care?”
Patrice stared callously.
“If she wanted to kill you, why didn’t you let her do so?”
Sheyan sighed and replied.
“Woah, this joke isn’t even one bit humorous.”
Patrice directly raised her left arm and swiped across with the strange pointed finger cot on her index finger. As she ripped through the air, an incomparably dazzling ray whizzed in towards Sheyan.
Kacha! The stool beneath Sheyan cracked and burst into firewood splinters as he sprung up. He then swung forth his ‘+7 West’ saber to meet the incoming ‘High-Frequency Sliceray’!
Patrice repeated her finger swiping action once more, as another incomparably dazzling ray sliced out towards Sheyan.
Without dodging, Sheyan continued slashing his saber as he charged in. Yet when his ‘+7 West’ saber blade interacted with Patrice’s ‘High-Frequency Sliceray’, the two blows unexpectedly bypassed each other while minding their own business!
When Sheyan’s blade arrived before Patrice, her ‘High-Frequency Slicerays’ struck his body and released a series of violent eruptions; sending Sheyan flying away!
He rolled several rounds in mid-air before crashing to the ground. All his clothes were tattered and torn and he looked like a beggar. Still, his gaze remained callously sharp and his hand as firm as a rock!
“Not a good feeling right?” Patrice coldly admonished. “This is just the beginning! I will mince your body inch by inch.”
As she spoke, she unleashed another ‘High-Frequency Sliceray’, that was shockingly aiming for Zi!
Sheyan’s pupils constantly contracted. At this moment, the pressure on Zi was immense as she prevented two MTs from pressing in. If she received a sneak attack, that may very likely be the final straw to collapse the camel!
Thinking of that, Sheyan immediately dove in and received the sliceray with his body, and was instantly blasted away.
After being blasted twice, even though was a contestant the damage he sustained wasn’t light at all.
Droplets of blood trickled down his cheeks and gathered at his chin. He could seemingly feel a burning warmth through his nostrils and his heart thumping powerfully. Raising his head, he glared at Patrice like a fiery wolf.
“Congratulations, you’ve succeeded in infuriating me.”
Patrice replied icily.
“Indeed my exact sentiments.”
