Chapter 301: The Fisherman Gains

As soon as she saw that familiar smiling clown mask, Miss Ghost Mask's heart tightened, her eyes froze, and she felt as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

After all, it was only last night that she had seen that miraculous sword strike from the Grand Inquisitor. How could she not be afraid?

Moreover, she glanced and saw the part of the previously broken giant tree that had been slashed. When that mirror-smooth cut, without a single burr, came into view, she couldn't help but gasp, her teeth aching from the cold.

"You call this thing 'delivering resources'?"

Miss Ghost Mask complained in her heart.

Before, when she saw the rules, she had thought about taking down a few Clown Phantoms first to obtain high-level spells and equipment, but now...

Can't afford it, can't afford it.

Subconsciously, Miss Ghost Mask wanted to turn and run, but after running a few steps, she looked back again and frowned.

Wait, this Clown Phantom doesn't seem very smart.

Even though she ran away, the Clown Phantom didn't seem to have any intention of chasing. It just maintained that leisurely walking pace like a stroll. Even when Miss Ghost Mask ran a little further away, the long blade in the phantom's hand, which was the same style as the one in her hand, disappeared, turning back into an empty-handed state.

The other party's behavior seemed visibly dull, as if it were some kind of puppet, just mechanically completing tasks.

And the aura on the other party was really weak; various attributes didn't seem very high.

Well, it really is just a phantom, so this doesn't seem impossible to fight.

Miss Ghost Mask's eyes lit up, and she quietly probed forward.

However, when the distance between her and the Clown Phantom was less than 1,000 meters, the phantom reached out, and a long blade of the same style as the equipment she had just obtained appeared on its hand again, and it immediately assumed a posture of charging a draw slash.

Seeing this, Miss Ghost Mask retreated again like a frightened cat. She recognized this posture; this was clearly the starting posture of the Snake-Style Draw Slash she had just drawn from the equipment box.

Actually, she had learned this combat technique herself before. It was one of the more classic ones among the many draw slash techniques. It took the concept of snakes ambushing prey. Snakes always charge up in advance when they discover prey, waiting until the time is right to strike like lightning. Therefore, this draw slash also emphasizes charging up the draw; the longer the charge, the faster and fiercer the strike, making it very suitable for ambush warfare.

And when Miss Ghost Mask pulled away again, she found that the Clown Phantom had returned to its empty-handed state, strolling leisurely again.

"Uh, does this mean it copies my current equipment and skills as long as I get close?"

She understood the operating mechanism of this Clown Phantom, and her eyes lit up.

Then, there is nothing to be afraid of anymore.

This time, Miss Ghost Mask walked into the 1,000-meter range with high spirits and immediately assumed a posture of charging a draw slash.

Come on, Clown Lord's phantom, let us have a fair and square duel of swordsmanship.

She thought to herself, and felt very steady.

After all, the spell proficiency granted by the spell slot was only at the "Great Success" level, but her own level of draw slash was at the "Saint" level. So let's compare blades; who's afraid of whom?

The wind stopped, the rain ceased, and Miss Ghost Mask felt she could do it again.

Thus, in the lonely forest, two figures were 1,000 meters apart, both holding blades in one hand, maintaining the same charging state.

For a long time, the eyes under the Clown Phantom's mask flashed, and it struck first, pulling out a sharp, crescent-shaped blade light with a horizontal slash.

And this made Miss Ghost Mask happy. She knew her previous guess was indeed correct; the attribute values of this phantom were indeed not high.

After all, the charging limit of the Snake-Style Draw Slash depends on the user's attribute limit. The higher your strength and speed attributes, the stronger the limit of the charging power of this move. And now, the phantom opposite struck first, indicating that the other party's limit was just like that.

Then I'm sure to win.

Facing the sharp sword light that crossed 1,000 meters and flew toward her, Miss Ghost Mask was not in a hurry at all. Wait a little longer, let the blade charge a little more.

Finally, when the phantom's sword light, which had been invincible all the way, cutting down all the trees in its path, finally reached Miss Ghost Mask, less than a meter away from her.

"Hoo..."

Miss Ghost Mask exhaled slightly, then drew her blade.

*Clang... *

The long blade left its sheath, an upward slash from bottom to top, also drawing a crescent blade light.

The two blade lights collided, forming a cross shape, holding each other for a moment, and then the winner was revealed.

"Impossible..."

Miss Ghost Mask widened her eyes, then lowered her head, looking at a blood line on her lower abdomen, her face full of disbelief.

Her Saint-level draw slash, and it was a late strike with extra charging, and she had attribute suppression, so why did she lose...

Uh... could it be that this phantom inherited Clown Lord's spell proficiency?

At the very end, she suddenly realized.

So it was a sword strike from the Sword God. Then it's fine; she, the Sword Saint, didn't lose unjustly.

The red line on her lower abdomen suddenly became bright, and the girl wearing the ghost mask, like those trees swept by the sword light, broke into two pieces.

As her consciousness dissipated, she saw the Clown Phantom, which had performed a smooth blood-shaking rotation and sheathed its blade, come to her front, and then say calmly.

"Your swordsmanship is not bad."

Hearing this, Miss Ghost Mask closed her eyes peacefully.

Great, my swordsmanship has been acknowledged by Clown Lord. I can die without regrets now.

By the way, she finally understood why there was one more resurrection opportunity. This wave was really Clown Lord's mercy.

The broken half-body dissipated into light before hitting the ground, leaving only the long blade and the skill slot light ball on the spot. Miss Ghost Mask entered the resurrection countdown.

Therefore, she didn't notice that the moment she dissipated, an arrow shot over from afar, heading straight for the Clown Phantom.

And because the Clown Phantom had lost its copy target due to Miss Ghost Mask's death, it was empty-handed. However, facing this sneak attack arrow, it still didn't panic at all, just calmly reached out its fingers, easily caught the arrow, and then looked in the direction the arrow was shot from.

2,000 meters away, she discovered the gaze. It was a witch wearing an oak mask. From the two long ears exposed, it could be seen that this was an Elf Witch.

At this moment, the Elf Witch was calmly putting away the longbow in her hand, and then extended her fingers to make a victory sign.

The Clown Phantom tilted its head. The phantom, which only possessed the simplest intelligence, didn't understand what the other party meant, until the arrow between its fingers suddenly melted, turning into countless runes, and wrapped around its body.

9th-Ring Mental System, Forced Domination Technique, activated.

... Dominating phantom... ===== CHAPTER 302 =====