113: Chapter 113: Launch!
113: Chapter 113: Launch!
—— Dust explosion.
Yang Yu imdiately thought of this concept, but before he could finalize a plan, he completely rejected it.
Mixing flour and air evenly and igniting it would cause an explosion, which would no doubt leave Amon with nowhere to hide, but it would also envelop them all, leaving nothing behind.
In this ga, a person’s life is only given once, and there’s no way to resurrect after death.
Yang Yu must firmly resist any plans that would cost his teammates their lives.
Even if those plans were simple and brutal, providing a permanent solution.
“Since this thod won’t work, why not think of another one?
When it cos to gaming, I’m really good at adjusting strategies.”
Murmuring to himself, Yang Yu sheathed his sword blade, waited for the right mont when Amon was distracted, summoned a bag of flour from the system, grabbed a corner, and threw it with all his might toward Amon.
The half-moon-shaped black beam collided with the bag of flour, which burst instantly, turning into white dust that filled half of the room in an instant.
“Storage Magic for daily life?
Trying to block my vision with flour to buy so ti?”
Flapping his wings, Amon tried to blow away the flour dust around him, but the dust was like dense fog; swept away in an instant, more would pour in, quickly filling any gaps.
In this enclosed space, Amon couldn’t possibly use strong winds to thoroughly disperse the pervasive dust; strong winds would only cause the flour on the ground to be stirred up again.
After the strong wind, the entire room might turn white.
Ascending higher, Amon moved closer to the ceiling.
The flour dust would slowly settle, and from high up, it was easiest to observe movents on the ground.
As soon as he saw Yang Yu scurrying on the ground, he would be able to launch an attack imdiately.
If Yang Yu carried or carried Bai Jin while fleeing the corner, he would necessarily have to give up attacking or defending, and his speed would also be compromised—making Yang Yu much easier to deal with.
If Yang Yu chose to leave Bai Jin behind and attack him actively, Amon would rcilessly direct his attacks toward Bai Jin, making it difficult for Yang Yu to manage both protection and offense.
Suddenly, Amon saw a shadow moving through the white fog, slower than before, seemingly carrying sothing on its shoulder.
“Indeed, choosing to protect a teammate?
True to your word, but you should know the consequences of doing so!”
Wielding the black long spear, Amon traced a sinister arc in the air; a half-moon-shaped black beam swept towards Yang Yu, who ducked low to dodge the attack.
At that mont, a cough ca through the smoke.
The dusty environnt would inevitably worsen the cough of the girl, and he definitely didn’t want to drag things out too long.
Hence, he was likely to give up defense in favor of offense.
No, if he wanted to attack, it would contradict his motive for buying ti by throwing the flour.
Besides, his attacks wouldn’t reach right now…
So, he gives up attacking and focuses solely on defense?
Does he want to keep launching long-range attacks, draining my energy so that I can’t use magic…
or is he waiting for the girl on his shoulder to weave so magic?
Amon scrutinized the swaying shadow in the dust.
He hadn’t chosen a gentle princess carry nor the common thod of carrying soone on the back, but rather simply shouldered her; this allowed his one arm a greater range of motion, providing a higher margin for error whether attacking or defending.
Moreover, carrying her this way also made it impossible for to clearly see the actions of the girl on his shoulder.
The girl had been ill, continuously failing to weave magic, but that didn’t an she couldn’t use magic at all.
He was very likely waiting for his teammate to covertly weave so magic, seeking the best opportunity to surprise greatly.
As long as he succeeded one or two tis, he could basically secure the victory.
It was a good idea, but there was a fatal flaw in this strategy.
Carrying the young girl, whether he chose to attack or defend, he inevitably wouldn’t be able to handle the high-intensity lee attacks any longer, nor could he continue to make extrely precise evasions.
Once again, Amon flapped his wings and ascended to the highest point, his head almost touching the pure white ceiling above, and looked down.
Beneath him was a vast expanse of white, blurring the distinction between the ground and the flour dust, with a shadow that appeared and disappeared rapidly shuttling through the flour dust, constantly stirring up new clouds of it.
Amon beca convinced of his thoughts, folded his wings, and dived down at great speed, arriving in front of Yang Yu in one breath, and thrust the Long Spear towards Yang Yu’s shoulder.
As he was about to hit, Yang Yu’s body sank, and he just threw sothing off his shoulder, allowing Amon’s Long Spear to stab it arbitrarily.
What was on Yang Yu’s shoulder was not Bai Jin, but just a bag covered in clothes filled with flour.
In an instant, the white flour inside the bag spread out, flying right towards Amon’s face.
Yang Yu chose the thod Amon thought least likely, and all this was just to draw Amon close to him.
While Amon was blinded by the flour, Yang Yu lightly touched the ground, and green thorns burst out from the flour, tightly binding Amon’s hands and feet,
“Iyas!
Can you hear ?
Shoot in my direction!
‘Hunter Mark,’ ‘Deadly Shot’!”
“Really!
Could you give so warning in advance!”
Just having picked up a few arrows, Iyas heard Yang Yu’s voice, hastily shoved the picked arrows back into the quiver, strung her bow, aid at the shadow in the mist, activated her skill, and the arrows sliced through the air, striking Amon.
Amon, unable to see ahead, and guided by his battle instincts, knew if he couldn’t break free from the thorns promptly, Iyas’s strike would be quite troubleso, and with one or two more strikes from Yang Yu, he would be completely defeated!
Wanting to break free from the thorns was sowhat difficult, but Amon didn’t need to break free completely; he forcibly tore the thorns apart with his hands, lifted the Long Spear, and a pale golden Light Shield spread from the spearhead, brushing aside Iyas’s fierce attack as if it were nothing.
Amon violently flapped his wings, ascending back to high altitude, taken completely by surprise, never anticipating Yang Yu would adopt such a strategy.
Could it be that his words “Survive all together and conquer this maze,” contained so elents of misdirection, making think he would absolutely not abandon his teammates?
Did he actively give up his teammates, not fearing that I might locate them from the air and then attack her?
Or did he already have a counter-strategy…
Yang Yu had already surprised Amon countless tis.
Amon didn’t know how Yang Yu would act next, nor did he know what would happen if he now attacked Bai Jin.
“The battle is getting interesting.
If I survive, maybe I could beco friends with him just like I did with that other person.”
Thinking this, Amon flapped his wings, searching for Yang Yu and Bai Jin’s figures in the dust, suddenly hearing a countdown in his ear.
“Five.”
The flour dust slowly settled, and Yang Yu’s form beca gradually visible,
“Four.”
Yang Yu pulled sothing from behind the Shield, round and seemingly slightly larger than a standard ball.
How he had managed to hide the ball behind the Shield, Amon did not have the chance to ponder, as Yang Yu’s voice rang out again,
“Fire!”
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