Poverty makes me capable of anything.

shield.

The problem is where the jammer is.

There's a sound of wind!

An Ran's eyelids twitched suddenly. The mention of wind reminded her of the Yellow Wind…

Ok?

No, it's clearly the Swift Wind Sword Saint.

The wind-attribute sword energy has an extraordinary sensitivity to airflow. It wasn't close enough. As the figure gradually approached, An Ran continued to play the role of being ignorant and clueless. It was that bald guy.

You mere heretic, how could I, with my upright character, be deceived by you!

The bald man walked slowly, and with each step, a rune would appear under his feet to conceal the sound of his footsteps.

If you put on a headgear, the swaying motion has a kind of "lotus blossoms with every step" beauty.

Very beautiful.

Unfortunately, the bald guy had high hopes.

The scene before her eyes kept changing, but An Ran could still keep track of his approach. When the bald man stopped and began to inscribe the array symbols, An Ran suddenly slashed out with her sword.

I was the one who launched the sneak attack, you foolish brother!

With a whoosh, the aura receded, and this sudden sword strike completely stunned the bald man who was inscribing the attack array runes. How did she know?

"How is that possible!"

Nothing is impossible!

stab.

A sword pierced through his body, directly reducing his health by over 5000 points. An Ran swung her left hand horizontally, intending to cut the bald man's body in two, but after all, it was a level 49 BOSS. Even the penetrating wound couldn't put him into a critically injured state. Instead, it pulled out a huge ice pillar, ready to trade its life for An Ran's.

He's a wolf in sheep's clothing; you can't mess with him.

He turned around and blocked the ice pillar with his sword, then jumped back several steps safely.

That brief contact made her hands stiffen for a moment. This couldn't go on; she couldn't let him continue to inscribe the array symbols so easily.

Whoosh whoosh—

The drones that were ganging up on the bald man in the distance were blown into a skewer by a flying sword, and the flashing sparks made An Ran curse out loud.

"Holy crap, aren't you an alchemist? You don't even have true qi, so how can you control a sword with qi?!"

The profession column clearly only lists the Alchemist profession.

“Young.” The bald man sneered. “I was once a disciple of the Qi Refining School, with countless mysteries. Who told you that you have to use true qi to control a sword?”

That's what the novel taught me.

An Ran muttered something to herself.

Sure enough, every boss has a few special skills and tricks up their sleeve. I wonder if this guy went bald from cultivating immortality.

"Go!" the bald man pointed with his right hand.

Sword, come!

Taking advantage of the moment when An Ran was fighting the flying sword, he quickly drew array symbols.

A mysterious alchemist managed to create an unconventional melee class.

"Pong-"

Just as An Ran was about to go and interfere with him after deflecting the sword, the bald man waved his left hand again, and the flying sword circled around and wrapped around her again.

In the space where the battle was taking place, only their voices could be heard. Harrison and Fitch must have been fighting fiercely, but not a single sound came out.

If brute force won't work, then we'll outsmart them.

An Ran frowned. With their current skill level, it would be very difficult for them to multitask. If they could create enough distractions for the bald man, it would be difficult for him to concentrate on drawing the array.

Interference, including interference with the five senses.

When it comes to interference with the five senses, Anran pulled out a "repeating machine"!

Turn it up to the maximum power, play the most aggressive sound, hang one on your body, and throw two more towards the bald guy.

Suddenly, a chaotic background music started playing.

"Ah-ee-ah—"

"Eek—"

"what--"

It was an artistic appreciation medley of hoarse shouts, and to make matters worse, the three tape recorders played the same thing at different times. So even when playing the same thing, the time difference made the already difficult-to-appreciate sound even more irritating.

stab.

The first ice pillar shot out, but when the bald man was about to draw the subsequent array symbols, his right hand suddenly trembled, and he drew it crookedly, causing half of the array symbols to collapse instantly.

grass.

We have to smash this tape recorder first!

The bald man gritted his teeth in anger, his pupils burning with flames.

The two tape recorders that were closer to him were easy to deal with, but the one that Anran carried with her was more troublesome.

With that in mind, he tore off a piece of his clothing and used it to plug his ears.

Ha ha.

Initial results are visible.

A sly glint flashed in An Ran's eyes.

Even if you destroyed two tape recorders, I still have more than a dozen here!

The repeater tactic was effective; the bald man's mind was in turmoil. She had been hiding many of her skills, waiting for the moment when the bald man would reveal a weakness, but it wasn't enough yet.

Speaking of interference with the five senses, An Ran took out the media player again.

Virtual screen mirroring lets you share your treasured movies with your bald friend.

The exciting visuals and thrilling sounds immediately propelled the plot to its climax.

"(╬￣Van￣)"

The bald man's eyebrows and eyes twitched.

Hold me tight...love me...

grass.

Speaking of interference with the five senses, An Ran took out a bright light.

"I'm not going to fight you today." With [Hurricane] deactivated, An Ran picked up a high-powered flashlight and shone it wildly into the bald man's eyes.

Speaking of...

Damn it, Uncle Li!

The bald man was furious.

He was no longer the wise man who hid in the shadows, seemingly calm and collected, as if he were controlling everything and had seen through everything.

Having been in the business for 59 years, from Qi Refining to Alchemy, and having seen and experienced so much, I can't help but want to shout: "I have never seen such a shameless person!"

As soon as the flying sword was put away, the bald man's clothes puffed up with anger.

"Today I'm going to kill you, you bastard!"

Today I will not refine gold, wield swords, or use illusion arrays!

"I will surely chop off your dog's head!"

The enraged bald man, his body radiating a bloody aura, suddenly transformed into a ruthless beast. His mysterious energy materialized into a horse, charging towards An Ran.

Holy crap, they actually pulled out their trump card right away.

An Ran looked serious.

There is no room for complacency at this moment.

When masters clash, it often comes down to a single exchange.

Even though the game has a health system, if you get hit in a vital spot, like having your leg severed, even if you trigger the berserk effect, you'll just become a tougher target due to your limited mobility.

Let's have a head-on battle!

"go with!"

An Ran threw the very hard bomb directly out.

……

Crack!

Renault smashed through a wall as thick as a man, leaving three marks on the ground with his body. He braced himself with his right hand and got up, his face full of anger.

He really couldn't beat seven opponents at once.

They've been kicked around like trash several times already, why haven't those bastards come yet!

He cursed inwardly, then looked up and saw Anderson rushing towards him again.

Damn it.

Frantically climbing up the collapsed house, Renault set his sights on Zhou Jieyu.

While it's true that you should capture the leader first, when you can't beat them and can't escape, you can only target the weakest one first.

Boom boom boom.

A dozen or so shadows on the horizon rapidly enlarged, preceded by a volley of gunfire.

"Oh my god!" Lin Yumo pulled Zhou Jieyu away immediately.

"Young Master, we've arrived!"

After several loud bangs, the help Renault had called for finally arrived.