Ashen Dragon-Chapter 507 - 414 Competition and the Brass Fortress_3
Chapter 507: 414: Competition and the Brass Fortress_3
Chapter 507: 414: Competition and the Brass Fortress_3
“Especially those professional mages, like Charlotte, who kept using the Fireball Technique. It’s hard to figure out his magic chart.”
Mantou crossed his arms and said leisurely: “Xin Dog, you’re too cautious. I never care about the opponent’s situation.”
“When soldiers come, we block; when water comes, we cover with earth. The key is, don’t fear anyone!”
Singo glanced at him coldly and said: “But when you get beaten up and have to pick up your teeth off the ground, don’t come crying to the referee, regretting your actions.”
The referee’s voice rang out.
“Number 12533, Natural War Maniac.”
“Glory belongs to Natural War Maniac!”
“Natural War Maniac, chop down everything!”
The audience instantly erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
Natural War Maniac was also a veteran player, well-known in various games, and had his own fanbase in “Erezer.”
“War Maniac Bro is here!”
Mantou also looked excited.
Compared to performing in the field and getting chased and blown up, he preferred watching others fight from the stands.
“Number 23335, Nocturne Psalm.”
Hearing this name, the audience boiled over again, but this time it wasn’t cheers; it was an uproar of anger.
Those players who had been stolen from were furious, wishing they could go up and punish Nocturne Psalm themselves.
“What the hell? Black Beast!”
“Good, good, good!”
“From now on, I’m a fan of War Maniac Bro!”
“War Maniac Bro, chop off that Black Beast’s head full of bad ideas!”
Soon, under the supervision of the referee, the shirtless Natural War Maniac and the black-robed Nocturne Psalm both stepped into the arena.
From the stands, Singo said calmly: “Now it gets interesting. I know Nocturne Psalm. Although he’s a beast, he’s quite strong in some aspects.”
Mantou was a bit curious.
“So… does War Maniac Bro have a chance of losing?”
“Of course not. Just watch; you’ll see soon enough.”
The referee’s commanding voice echoed throughout the First Competition Zone’s venue.
“The match begins!”
Nocturne Psalm was an 8th-level wanderer player who chose the [Thief] path.
In the previous two matches, he used the Cloud Mist Technique, leveraging his agility and sleight of hand proficiencies to run circles around his opponents, even stealing all of their gear.
At this moment, Nocturne Psalm looked at the distant Natural War Maniac.
“This guy… is troublesome.”
“But a big shot like him must have lots of good equipment.”
“Whatever, let’s muddy the waters first and then fish in troubled waters!”
He threw a smoke bomb forward, filling the field with smoke and obscuring the view.
“Damn Black Beast indeed!”
“Damn, can’t see anything!”
“Damn it, typical Black Beast, even disrupting the match!”
Suddenly, a roar came from within the smoke.
“Aaaahhhhh——”
A colossal wave of air, centered on Natural War Maniac, spread out, dissipating all the smoke and shaking off Nocturne Psalm, who had tried to grab him.
Nocturne Psalm looked down at his empty hands, stunned: “What?”
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“He… didn’t bring any equipment!”
“He only has that axe!”
“No worries, I have other ways!”
Smoke bombs, sonic bombs, interference arrows, poison bottles, and charm spell scrolls flew from Nocturne Psalm’s robe, all aimed at Natural War Maniac.
The sinister and malicious effects made people’s scalps tingle.
But he didn’t expect that, as a high-level berserker, Natural War Maniac had the “Selfless Fury” trait, making him nearly immune to all control methods during his frenzy.
The enemy was nowhere to hide from his beast-like combat instincts!
“Die!”
With blood-red eyes, Natural War Maniac raised his battle axe high, letting out a furious battle cry before swinging it down with vengeance.
“Boom!”
Blood splattered, soaking the black robe, the tremendous force of the axe even cracked the ground.
“Fight, awesome!”
In the stands, unprecedented cheers erupted, not just for the strength of Natural War Maniac, but also celebrating someone’s gruesome death.
