The overwhelming disparity in strength left him utterly powerless against Terry William, an Lv5 [Silver Plated Knight].
He tumbled to the ground, covered in mud and water, unconscious.
"Boom!"
Rising from the ground, the silver-white cage finally shattered under the relentless slashes of the slender sword blades, akin to bee stingers.
Breaking free from his restraints, Lawson hesitated not at all, preparing to enter stealth mode once more.
Though his actions seed frenzied, he was no madman acting solely on instinct.
With his combat ability severely weakened, and the Red Dragon’s whereabouts unknown, engaging Terry William again would be suicidal.
As long as he could escape... as long as he could escape...
The silver-white tal block gripped tightly in his left hand was nearly pressed into his chest.
But just as Lawson’s body rapidly turned transparent, about to rge with the air,
that heavy longsword, already wrapped in flowing silver light, ca whistling down.
Clang——
Sparks flew.
Even though Lawson, wielding his sword with one hand, managed to barely parry, the difference in strength forced him to retreat, each step sinking deep into the mud.
Terry William’s intent was clear.
Seeing Lawson rendered immobile by his strike, the blade instantly reversed direction, changing from a downward chop to an upward slash.
"Slish."
The severed hand, propelled by the power of the blade’s surface, flew high into the air, trailing blood.
And the tal block originally gripped tightly within also went soaring to one side of the arena.
...
"Damn damn damn damn!!"
The sudden change in the situation on the field abruptly disrupted Xia Nan’s plans.
He hadn’t even had ti to react when the Half Elf and his guard were already on the ground.
What should he do?
Should he continue to wait, for Terry William and Lawson to fight each other to exhaustion, and then step in to settle the situation;
Or should he use the "Spring Vein Purification" from [Tear of Spring Breath] to heal, then employ [Teeth Hunting] to escape?
Regarding the forr, with the vast disparity in strength, who could guarantee that he could handle the aftermath of their mutual exhaustion;
As for the latter, he had no idea if the two Senior Adventurers before him had similar displacent type battle skills, acting recklessly would only plunge himself back into extre danger after a brief reprieve.
Fight, couldn’t win; run, dared not run.
What should he do?
Xia Nan’s mind raced, pondering a way to break the impasse.
And it was at this mont.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of clashing blades, an elliptical tal object, shimring with gentle silver light in the rain, flew high into the air above the arena.
It spun and descended.
Rolling amidst the residual force through the mud, gradually slowing down.
Finally it ca to rest docilely by Xia Nan’s side.
As if it were a reminder, a flash of insight flickered through his mind.
He wasn’t sure if what he was about to do would work, nor did he have a clear understanding of the utility of this creation called the Dream Weaving Corridor.
Xia Nan didn’t even dare to be certain whether the remaining "3%" energy indicated on the item attribute panel could sustain a true usage.
But now, it was his only chance.
His eyes tightly fixed on the line of semi-transparent characters beneath the [Dream Weaving Corridor] panel’s remarks:
...
Warning:
Key missing! Please manually input the dynamic password!
...
He suddenly took a deep breath.
The next mont, the Epic Tool of pink quality [Destiny Coin], with only two uses left, granted by the favor of the Goddess of fortune,
was hurled skyward.
Buzz——
The brass coin flipped, the blurred visage of a long-haired woman and a fluttering cloak alternated back and forth on its faces.
It lingered at the apex for a mont.
Reflecting the rainy air, a faint radiance flickered briefly across the surface of the coin.
The "Miracle" was triggered.
The probability was nearly nothing, but as long as there was a "1" sowhere beyond countless zeros after the decimal point,
At this mont, its probability...
was one hundred percent!
"Tatatata."
Xia Nan closed his eyes.
His right fingertip danced above the [Dream Weaving Corridor], on the slick surface of the tal block, pressing each of the randomly changing characters consecutively.
Silver-white light quietly erged amidst the rain.
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