Thump, thump.
Garrett's heart pounded against his chest. Thump after thump.
If it weren't for his solid foundation in anatomy and the many thoracic surgeries he had personally perford, he would have almost thought that his heart had collided with his sternum—
Of course, that was impossible, just like the swordsman outside who was still attacking vigorously, showing no sign of falling. The barrier trembled, emitting a roar almost every second, while the human circulatory system took at least 20 to 30 seconds for a full cycle…
This ant that the potassium ions he injected remotely into the opponent's body, even if they had reached a lethal concentration, might still need 20 to 30 seconds to reach the heart and cause cardiac issues.
But what if the injected amount was insufficient?
What if during circulation, so potassium ions were filtered out and didn't all reach the heart?
What if...
In any case, he needed to find another thod, a more effective and quicker one!
Garrett added another layer of ice wall around himself. The ice wall, reinforced with liquid nitrogen, was currently his most effective defensive spell, probably able to withstand five or six seconds of attack.
One ter away from the ice wall, he added a layer of fla shield. At this distance, the radiant heat of the fla wall wouldn't lt the ice wall, and any enemy trying to attack the ice wall would first suffer from the fla's damage.
And then... and then...
Bang!
Bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
The warrior outside was attacking through the damage. Each hit on the ice wall was like a giant hamr striking a bronze bell, leaving Garrett inside the bell shell dazed. Never compare stamina with a warrior... Old Morgan had said, never compare stamina with them...
Your ntal energy is limited, your number of spell casts is limited, but the warriors can attack countless tis more than your daily spell casts!
You must attack!
You must attack!
The defensive shield is only buying you ti; your real winning thod is to attack!
But how to attack... how to break through the opponent's defense, through the warrior's vigorous blood armor, to land a decisive blow...
Bang!
Bang!
The ice wall was about to shatter again. Garrett gritted his teeth, pulled out another vial of liquid nitrogen, adjusted his spell configuration, and reinforced the ice wall. Then he raised his hand, lifted it, and flipped:
Fla Shield!
Fla Shield!
Fla Shield!
Let's see you slash through this! Slash through three layers! I’ll roast you alive!
After setting up three consecutive shields, Garrett breathed a slight sigh of relief. His ntal energy sensed a figure rapidly moving back and forth, with a body radiating intense, surging light, burning fiercely—
Only when passing through the fla shield did that light slightly recede or intensify at certain points. A good chance! This mont was the best attack opportunity!
Garrett steeled his heart, held his breath, concentrated, and adjusted his spell configuration. This ti, he called upon the spell configuration for *Direct Current Reversion and Defibrillation*:
When advancing from level seven to level eight, he had imprinted this spell in his ditation environnt, greatly enhancing it with the aid of the World Will infusion during his advancent. Faster activation, higher power output limit, more convenient adjustnt!
Direct Current Reversion, Defibrillation, synchronized with the R-wave of the electrocardiogram to achieve defibrillation while avoiding the vulnerable period of the ventricle;
However, discharging during the ventricular vulnerable period, just 20~30 milliseconds before the T-wave peak, had a high probability of directly causing ventricular fibrillation!
Increase the output limit to the highest value!
Adjust the discharge ti to the vulnerable period!
ntally lock onto the enemy. As he broke through the last layer of fla shield, his figure paused for a mont, Garrett threw out the probe to asure the electrocardiogram!
Discharge!!!
With a loud bang, the figure that was attacking vigorously lost control and crashed headfirst into the ice wall.
Then it slid down heavily, limbs twitching unconsciously, showing no signs of getting up again.
Ventricular fibrillation is the most severe and fatal arrhythmia, with a frequency ranging from 250 to 600 beats per minute. The result is no blood output from the heart, disappearance of heart sounds and pulse, leading to loss of consciousness, convulsions, cessation of breathing, and even death…
This guy was dead for sure!
Garrett breathed a slight sigh of relief. He still didn't dare to be careless and commanded the surrounding fla shields to close in and reshape, wrapping the person in a blaze;
Then he commanded the ice wall to reshape, covering it like a giant bowl over the fla shield;
Then, using a teleportation spell to create distance, he opened his shield, pulled out two test tubes, held them between his fingers, and waved away the ice wall:
"Fla Explosion!!!"
Boom!!!
Pure white flas engulfed everything. After the explosion ended, Garrett waited for a long while, with no movent at the center point. He cast another shield around himself, summoned a fierce wind to blow away the smoke and fog, and then cautiously sent a magic eye to observe:
A large pit had ford in the ground. The bottom soil was compact, faintly resembling obsidian and glass, clearly having been crudely compressed by high temperature and pressure. And at the center of the pit—
There was no body.
No intact human form.
In the charred remains, only a few scattered bones proved the presence of the owner: half a skull, a piece of pelvis, and an arm faintly showing a pale golden hue.
From the hurus, to the radius and ulna, and to the tacarpal and phalanges. The five fingers clenched inward, tightly grasping another pale golden hurus, not loosening even in death.
Garrett stood stunned. He counted the bones of this arm from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, several tis. Fourteen phalanges, five tacarpals, eight carpals, the radius, the ulna, the hurus, and an extra hurus…
Thirty, thirty-one… Count again, hurus, ulna, radius, eight carpals, five tacarpals, fourteen phalanges, thirty… plus an extra hurus, thirty-one…
With a thud, Garrett collapsed to the ground, his palms and back drenched in cold sweat.
It was over.
Finally over.
He had survived an attack from an unknown level cleric and a level twelve swordsman, successfully counter-killing—oh, maybe not so smoothly, but at least he had managed to kill them…
I, Garrett, can also be a master who counter-kills, not one-on-one, but one-on-two, and surpasses levels.
Garrett forced a smile, but his heart grew heavier. If he could, if possible, he didn't want to kill, let alone use dical thods to kill—
But sotis, there was no choice. If he didn't kill, he would be killed...
Stop thinking about it!
Still not out of danger, self-reflection, sorrow, philosophical pondering, wait until you’re in a safe place!
Garrett forced himself to gather his spirits, collected the swordsman's bones, summoned a Phantom Steed again, determined his direction, and headed inland without looking back.
Run, run, run. He didn't know how long or how far he had run. He kept running until the wind roared overhead, and a heavy shadow covered the sky and earth—
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