Chapter 233: Monster Siege (Part 2)

Feng Xue stepped out from the flames, compressing the magical energy ball in his palm; the little bell, leveraging a sliver of weather authority, manipulated the sky, and drizzling rain fell, the dark sky formed by smoke and storm clouds glowing blood-red under the firelight.

The disadvantage of being visibly exposed outside the city was now compensated by the environment and aura; even players atop the city walls would not dare to underestimate this boss.

"As a reward for letting me see something interesting, I'll play with you a little."

As he spoke, he clenched his fist tightly, crushing the tiny yet terrifyingly powerful light ball—its explosion sent a burst of fire and electricity surging outward; the violent shockwave alone scattered the smoke behind him and destabilized the front-line shield warriors already in formation.

"This performance is awesome! I was wondering what I'd do if he threw this ball at us—if the damage was too high and we all got one-shotted, the game experience would be ruined, but if the damage was too low, the vibe would be gone. Looks like the game's writers are actually doing their job!"

Although the players had panicked for an instant, the next second their defiant bravado surged back, and the commander shouted:

"This boss's first phase is clearly melee—assassins push in, shield warriors prepare to support! Cultivators with Sword Dao talents, ready your Talisman and Spell—launch when the shield warriors close in!"

The order was given, and the veteran players immediately moved: those who had activated Dark Shadow vanished into the gloom, but Feng Xue in his beast-X form paid no mind—he stepped forward, arms spread, adopting the classic boss stance, as if to say, "I'm right here, come and hit me."

Though he appeared relaxed, Feng Xue's mind was sharply focused; players had no concept of "lifespan," but his Qi-Seeing Art could detect the energy auras on their bodies.

"Pity the devotional power can't transfer from their world to this game world—if it could, I could've raised Kitodora just by manifesting before the masses!"

Feng Xue silently lamented, then twisted sharply—his two thick tails instantly shattered the sound barrier, cracking like whips, and the fastest assassin was split clean in two.

Though his body instantly dissolved into light, the visual impact left the players stunned; yet players who had long accepted death showed no retreat—while their teammate vanished, three shadows suddenly leapt out!

"Sever Tendons!"

"Kidney Strike!"

"Bleed Out!"

Three skills struck the upper, middle, and lower paths—Feng Xue raised his hand to block, but the three players' forms blurred, and in their place appeared three hulking figures clad in heavy armor, wielding spiked shields!

"Impressive!" Feng Xue instantly recognized this as a technique combining Talisman and Spell with support skills—something akin to teleportation or substitution—but in the past half-month, it wasn't just the players who had grown.

Amid the countless daily dungeon challenges he couldn't possibly fend off, Feng Xue's combat experience had transformed beyond recognition—he could now skillfully control both Kitodora's tails and his humanoid limbs alike.

A powerful, heavy haymaker smashed the shield warrior who hadn't yet raised his shield to the ground, denying him any chance to rise; a football-style kick landed squarely on the helmeted head.

"Boom!"

I have to say, the game character's full-body defense was quite something—under that kick, even a humanoid creature with the same attributes as Feng Xue would basically have its head kicked off, but this shield warrior stubbornly flew out spinning like an iron rod. Feng Xue paid him no mind; shifting her center of gravity, she spun her body and lifted her leg, delivering a mid-level spinning kick.

A shield wall of scale-like light enveloped two shield warriors; Feng Xue's kick was blocked by the thick tower shield, while the other shield warrior taunted, "You bastard!"—and several beams of Bai Guang struck the shield warrior locked in combat with Feng Xue.

Forced to shift focus, Feng Xue's movements stiffened slightly; as his feet hit the ground again, the skull-like dragon head slammed downward, and the three-meter-tall humanoid dragon charged forward like an American football player.

Seeing this, the shield warrior's eyes flashed sharp determination—his hidden Talisman within the wrist armor flared with light; his body became as immovable as a mountain, absorbing Feng Xue's full-body tackle head-on.

The clash among the three shield warriors lasted only a flash—before Feng Xue's charge could be fully halted, an endless rain of golden-hued flying swords descended like a storm, blanketing the sky.

The shield warrior felt his grip loosen, stumbled forward two steps, then realized—the towering boss, which had seemed so massive up close, had vanished entirely; this was a targeted sword technique, yet most of the strike had missed.

"Good tactics, but your coordination still lacks."

A low, resonant, dual-layered voice echoed in everyone's ears (ghost clap)—the towering dragon boss stood ten meters away, and on each of his two tails now coiled a Talisman.

"Damn! That's the assassin's!"

The commander instantly realized the danger; over the past half-month, they'd run countless five-man dungeons and knew this boss grew stronger upon acquiring a Talisman.

But it was too late to say anything—watch as the boss embedded the Talisman into a groove on his belt, his body instantly slimmed down.

His once-triangular frame grew almost gaunt, while the skull-like dragon head became fuller, taking on a faint aura of true dragon majesty.

"Ah~ the power!"

As the words ended, Feng Xue slipped past the shield warriors with a movement that wasn't teleportation but felt like it, flashing into the spellcasters' ranks—his claws and spiked tails lashed wildly; though the game's harmony system (in truth, neither player characters nor respawnable monsters had blood) prevented any gore, the constant sight of players being flung through the air and dissolving into light still jolted the players' nerves.

"Ultra-Spell: Angelic Descent!"

The science-obsessed player, seeing escape was impossible, unleashed his research directly overhead; distant players copied him—soon, countless spells soared skyward, the intense heat causing the rain to boil, evaporate, and turn into thick white steam, completely obscuring the view before the city.

Then, a beam of Bai Guang burst from the heavens, angelic radiance washing over everything below—the Sword of Flame's Judgment targeted the dragon's body—but the science-obsessed player, who had been sent back to his respawn point by the angelic rain, would never see the outcome…

(End of Chapter)