[Vortex Slash]!
The Beheading Longsword whistled through the dense forest, carving a perfect and sharp arc.
Slicing through nearby shrubs and thorns, it cut flesh, severed bones, with red and white viscous liquid clinging to the blade’s edge.
Xia Nan half-turned, the sword tip touched the ground.
The headless body of the gnoll fell backward.
Just barely catching his breath, Xia Nan, who had swiftly dealt with the gnoll shooter, wasted no ti.
He sheathed the sword by his side, shifted his steps, and charged out of the woodland.
His gaze swept across the scene.
Xia Nan’s movents were swift.
To avoid unnecessary complications, he used his full strength from the start. By the ti he ended the battle, those five gnolls had just engaged with the Green Blood Team.
Without stopping, he quickly closed in, his gaze swept across, rapidly analyzing the situation on the field:
The formation had been completely broken apart.
Captain Adeline stood at the forefront, facing the "Carnivore" and another gnoll alone.
The surface of the Wooden Shield in her left hand bore several obvious dents, but she only had a few superficial injuries.
The tal glinting hamr was clenched tightly in her hand, slightly lowered, not attacking proactively, but each swing forced the enemies before her to retreat, granting her brief monts to catch her breath.
An unnatural red glow emanated from her skin, her already firm muscles swelled even more.
Her agility decreased, but her strength and stamina increased accordingly.
"Could it be so kind of state-based battle skill she’s mastered?"
Xia Nan subconsciously speculated in his mind.
The overall state was fine, maintaining such a defensive counterattack should support her for a while longer.
His gaze moved back.
Berg kept moving, but his direction was no longer simply retreating. Instead, it shifted left and right, unpredictably.
As he moved his steps, the air behind his heels seed to blur, leaving afterimages faintly visible.
His overall speed increased significantly compared to before.
It was likely another battle skill.
Dodging the two gnolls behind him, occasionally drawing his bow to send out a few cold arrows, "kiting" them, he appeared even more relaxed than Adeline.
It was clear he still had strength to spare.
Then, there was Abi.
Compared to the other two in the team, this novice adventurer, who had only ever cut down a few goblins since joining, was in a dire state facing a gnoll with a challenge level as high as "0.5".
He was almost simply being chased around.
Using both hands and feet,
rolling, leaping, sprinting.
The Wooden Shield originally lent to Adeline, though a One Handed Sword was clenched in his hand, there was no opportunity to strike.
If he hadn’t been sowhat clever, dodging several heavy blows by scrambling and crawling, he might already have t a disastrous fate.
Even so, the situation was perilous.
A simple slip while dodging, or having the gnoll’s iron club brush against him, affecting his speed, would an his end.
His eyes scanned the scene.
A mont of thought flashed in his eyes, and his decision was made in his heart.
Xia Nan suddenly quickened his pace.
...
"Bang!"
The iron club slamd down suddenly, the wind carrying a bloody scent stung his cheek painfully.
His entire body lay on the ground, hard stones pressing against his spine, bringing intense pain from his back.
Instinctively opening his mouth to cry out in pain, his body dared not pause for even a mont.
Fingernails packed with dark mud, Abi rolled, propped himself up with both hands, and got up clumsily.
Daring only to glance with the corner of his eye at the lean and fierce gnoll behind him, he crouched and fled again hastily.
Before this, he had never faced such a formidable demon, having only heard scattered rumors from tavern patrons.
He had thought that since they were only low-level demons, even if he wasn’t their match, he could last a few rounds at least.
So, when the gnoll charged towards him, his first reaction wasn’t to dodge but to confront it.
As for the outco...
The right arm still tingling with numbness, and dull pain creeping from his chest and abdon, sufficiently demonstrated the disparity in their strength.
The gnoll’s body, which seed not so sturdy, possessed beast-like power and explosiveness.
With just one strike, it almost knocked his weapon from his hand.
If not for Berg’s tily arrow from the other side of the battlefield, which delayed the opponent’s actions, he might have been smashed to death on the ground by now.
"Run! Quickly run!"
"If you don’t want to die..."
The imnse pressure between life and death stripped Abi of his ability to think.
Sweat ran down the dirt-streaked surface of his cheeks, his eyes vacant, simply following instinct to dodge the attacks from behind.
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