My Computer Leads to an Instance Dungeon

Laura rarely struck, but when she did, she always infused her weapon with the Power Mountain Seal, viciously stabbing at the weak points in the Heavy Armor Soldiers’ armor joints.

Even if the Heavy Armor Soldiers didn’t die, they were guaranteed to be wounded.

Laura’s combat style truly resembled that of a venomous viper, waiting only for the chance to deliver a fatal blow.

Tos, meanwhile, constantly harassed them with his Thrusting Sword, aiming for their groins, armpits, and eyes. His Swordsmanship was as bizarre as it was vicious.

Laura and Tos were primarily tasked with protecting Fang Zhen, so they didn’t engage much in the direct slaughter.

Many of these scenes had just unfolded simultaneously, all within the span of a few short seconds.

Fang Zhen finished reloading his magazine.

After their sustained, high-intensity assault, Pat and the others at the front were also growing fatigued.

"Let’s wrap this up!"

Fang Zhen yelled.

Pat and the others understood immediately, clearing the center to give him an open firing lane.

Fang Zhen held his gun and deactivated his steady shot skill. He began moving forward, firing a continuous barrage using the Mozambique Shooting Technique as he advanced.

He was adopting this stance intentionally.

As long as an offensive method was used successfully multiple times, it had a high probability of solidifying into a skill after the instance was over.

He wanted to farm a ’Mobile Shooting’ skill, or something similar.

The Mozambique Shooting Technique was exceptionally stable and had a high success rate. Combined with the power of his Desert Viper and the protection of his teammates, it was the perfect opportunity to farm a new skill.

Most shooting-type skills were universal. If he could just farm a ’Mobile Shooting’ skill, he could later switch weapons and, like the Elf Prince, upgrade and evolve it into a high-speed, mobile combat shooting skill.

Once he obtained such a skill, he would become virtually invincible in small-scale encounters, whether he was using a bow and arrow or had upgraded his firearms to SMGs or automatic rifles.

"BANG! BANG!"

"BANG!"

He moved in rhythm, executing the mobile Mozambique Shooting Technique from various angles, greedily absorbing the experience.

The number of Earl’s Guards dwindled until only three or four remained.

Fang Zhen’s group now held the numerical advantage.

He no longer restricted himself to the Mozambique Shooting Technique, instead relying on instinct and aiming directly for the head.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

With the final gunshot, a bullet pierced the head of the last member of the Earl’s Guard.

The Heavy Armor Soldier collapsed.

In the plaza, not a single Earl’s Heavy Armor Guard was left standing.

Gwendolyn and the others stood in stunned silence, unable to believe what had just happened.

The corps of Heavy Armor Soldiers, virtually invincible in this era, had been completely annihilated just like that.

Everyone’s gaze gradually converged on Fang Zhen.

Fang Zhen lowered the muzzle of his gun, his expression serene.

"Seven breaths," he said.

The moment he spoke, a sense of utter disbelief washed over Gwendolyn and the others.

’He actually had time to count his breaths?’

The time it took to eliminate all the soldiers of the Earl’s Guard was less than half their projection of fifteen breaths. It had only taken seven.

Even though there weren’t the thirty enemies they had anticipated, there had still been a full twenty of them.

Karen was the first to snap out of it, an expression of bitter resentment twisting his features.

Karen’s inner thoughts were practically written on his face; it was as if the words "Damn it, he got to be the cool one!" were spelled out across his forehead.

Karen undoubtedly wished he were the one who had just so calmly uttered that showy line about "seven breaths." Seeing Fang Zhen bask in the limelight was more agonizing to him than death itself.

But having been defeated by Fang Zhen, Karen had no standing to make any snide remarks during this shining moment. He could only swallow his pride and accept it.

Gwendolyn and the others felt similarly strange.

They would have scoffed if anyone else had been posturing like that, but Fang Zhen was genuinely incredible. They had no grounds to be dismissive.

Praising him, however, felt even more awkward.

The atmosphere was a strange mix of victorious elation and awkward silence.

However, this mood was quickly shattered by a new development.

The Earl’s Guard, the Iron Armor Soldiers, had been stationed at the entrance to Ellick’s Ancient Castle. On the other side, guarding the cliffs outside the Ancient Castle, were ordinary soldiers.

The sounds of the recent battle had already attracted the attention of those ordinary soldiers.

Seventy to eighty soldiers, clad in leather armor or mismatched sets of inferior ring mail, charged over from the other side with weapons in hand.

However, when these soldiers charged into the plaza and got a clear look at the scene, they all fell silent.

Despite their superior numbers, in a real fight, the Earl’s Guard could have annihilated seventy to eighty percent of these common soldiers in just two charges, likely without suffering a single casualty themselves.

Now, not a single one of the Earl’s Guard’s Iron Armor Soldiers remained. They all lay lifeless on the ground, while Fang Zhen and his six companions were the only ones left standing.

By a line of reasoning simple enough for a child to follow, the soldiers knew they were no match for Fang Zhen’s group.

But was that truly the case?

Fang Zhen remained calm and composed, but Gwendolyn and the others felt a growing sense of unease.

In the last battle, they had exhausted most of their Power of Curse Seal. Only Tos, Laura, and Jorent were still in relatively good shape.

If a real fight broke out, even if they managed to wipe out these soldiers, Gwendolyn and the others would likely exhaust all their stamina and Power of Curse Seal, and might even sustain injuries.

Based on their understanding of alchemical equipment, Gwendolyn and the others assumed that after such an intense burst of fire, Fang Zhen’s weapon would need a cooldown period and couldn’t possibly be as devastating again so soon.

For a moment, it was a standoff. Both sides were afraid of the other.

Even so, the officer leading the soldiers gritted his teeth and ordered his men to slowly encircle them.

The breathing of Gwendolyn, Kaido, and the others grew heavy once more.