Chapter 235: Roar of the Forest Tiger

While Mask was undoubtedly a good fighter, his past opponents in the Arena weren’t particularly strong. It was also obvious that his skills were area-of-effect oriented, thus he could dominate in group battles, but things worked differently in a duel. Class skills, combat experience, and mindset—all three qualities mattered.

Drako Yau typed in the room number and clicked ‘Teleport’. The next moment, he was in the arena battleground; the same stone platform, the same light domes welcomed him.

When the countdown was over, both of them weren’t in a hurry to fight.

Tigeroar’s tall and muscular build gave off an oppressing feeling just from his looks. ‘Mask, I must say you’re over-confident. Do you think the so-called foundation you’ve built is spectacular? To me, you’re just bullying the weak. A cultivator decimating others in a game makes you nothing but a clown, a show-off.’

Drako Yau stayed silent. He wasn’t angered by what Tigeroar said; he would’ve charged in already before. Why all the talk? However, he had something to say this time because his opponent was Tigeroar.

‘You’re a Maverick?’

Tigeroar was surprised, albeit just slightly. ‘You know that?’

Drako Yau replied with a question. ‘Then you know I’m a Maverick too, no?’

Tigeroar grinned, showing his bright white teeth that were a stark contrast to his tanned skin. ‘Of course. From the moment you sprung up, I’ve been keeping a close eye on you. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

‘Mavericks can’t die because to us, this world is no different from the actual world. Only one chance at life. And of course, you’ve never died at all. Be it dungeons, the so-called hundred win streak, and battles of all sorts, you always live to see another day even as the sole survivor.

‘What convinced me the most is the Three Days of Crazed Wolves incident. You challenged Dark World over and over again like maniacs, yet you didn’t die even once in all the battles. In such a large-scale war, normal players, especially those who are strong, won’t fear death. You’d certainly have charged in and fought till the end if you hadn’t been a Maverick.

‘I’ve had my doubts when I saw your death on Mount Soughslit. Turns out everyone, including Mavericks, were resurrected in that encounter.’ 

Drako Yau was starting to get irked by Tigeroar’s ramble. ‘I’m not interested in how you know I’m a Maverick.’ His gaze directed towards Tigeroar turned cold. ‘My point is, if you know I’m a Maverick, why did you still ambush me in Empyreon?’

Tigeroar laughed. ‘Since you know I’m a Maverick and the mastermind behind that ambush, it must be the Castellan who told you about all this. Looks like they highly of you.’

Tigeroar felt bitterness growing within him. Who do you think I, Tigeroar, am? What is there about me that’s inferior to Mask? Why choose him, not me!

Tigeroar was born into a remnant clan of martial artists. Unlike Drako Yau, all members of his clan started practising martial arts as children. To them, martial arts was a part of life as well as life itself. For that reason, they’ve always passed down a secret from generation to generation—the secret that Mavericks existed in what might be a virtual world.

Tigeroar was far different from Drako Yau who knew nothing. From the moment he entered the game, he knew the truth.

They were all fighting for that ‘position’.

Drako Yau didn’t reply, his eyes still fixated on Tigeroar as he awaited the answer to his question.

Tigeroar was completely unbothered either. He wouldn’t do something as lowly as denying responsibility. ‘You’re right, I want you dead. The world of Mavericks is ruled by the law of the jungle. While I’m unwilling to admit, your petty tricks and Dragon Alliance is becoming a threat. I can only eliminate you before you sprout.

‘Even though the Castellans favour you, they won’t have a choice if I kill you right here right now. Even the Dominator cannot interfere with battles conducted between Mavericks in the game. I will tell them—that I am the one, not you.’

Tigeroar unsheathed his greatsword and smashed it into the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Drako Yau felt a chill running down his spine. The law of the jungle applied to the game precisely because it was just a game; it had no effect on the actual world. Players could quit any time if they were constantly getting killed. For that reason, he’d get angry at Chau Yu for plotting against himself, but not to the point of getting utterly enraged. Chau Yu didn’t know he was a Maverick and was merely trying to claim victory over him in a game.

But Tigeroar was different. Tigeroar knew Drako Yau was a Maverick and only had one chance in the game, yet he still chose to kill him. This was no different from murdering someone in the actual world.

Drako Yau activated the yin-yang symbol within him. His body turned scorching hot while his gaze turned as cold as permafrost.

He had never wanted to kill someone so badly.

‘Mask! Come, let’s see who’s the better one!’ Tigeroar said calmly as he wielded his weighty greatsword with ease like a feather and hacked it onto the ground.

A wave surged through the bulging ground towards Drako Yau—Level 30 berserker skill, Cracking Wave!

Drako Yau hmphed and leapt into the air. Cracking Wave went past him below.

Cracking Wave had fast travelling speed and high damage, but it could only damage targets that were on the ground. It naturally didn’t take much of an effort for Drako Yau, who was familiar with all basic class skills, to evade it. He immediately charged in after dodging the skill.

‘Not bad!’ Tigeroar narrowed his eyes while his voice reverberated throughout the arena battleground.

Drako Yau shuddered as the soundwave struck him, making his mind and body slow down momentarily.

Tigeroar grinned and said, ‘How does my clan’s cultivation style, Roar of the Forest Tiger, feel?’ The next moment, he stormed towards Drako Yau as a tornado.

‘Level 35 Berserker skill, Bloody Tornado. Spin as one with a weapon and tear apart the enemy like a blender.’

Drako Yau furrowed his brows, the Eight Diagrams within him radiating a blue glow that dispersed the soundwave affecting his mind. Such miraculous powers… To affect the enemy by infusing internal force into soundwaves…. By the time he dispersed Tigeroar’s internal force, Bloody Tornado was already right before him.

Drako Yau wasn’t conceited enough to take it head-on. Gently sliding his legs backwards, he swept his spear—Snowy Doorstep!

While Bloody Tornado made one immune to the control effect, slowness debuff still applied. The tornado abruptly decreased in speed upon getting struck by Snowy Doorstep. Seizing the chance, Drako Yau’s eyes flashed as he struck his spear forwards with lightning speed.

‘You’re underestimating me!’ Tigeroar roared again, forcefully ending Bloody Tornado for one of the most ordinary skills, Charging Fist!

Drako Yau could see an opening as he thrust his spear, but he never expected Tigeroar to cancel Bloody Tornado to cast Charging Fist considering the former was one of the trump cards berserkers had. It had a considerably long cooldown, so berserkers always thought it through before using it.

Yet Tigeroar cancelled it mid-way without any hesitation! Charging Fist struck Drako Yau in the stomach and flung him into the air. While it didn’t deal a lot of damage, it came with a knockback effect. Tigeroar immediately swung his sword—Crescent Slash! Another low-level skill, this time barely blocked by Drako Yau with his spear mid-air. Tigeroar then delivered a kick—Crippling Kick!

‘Level 18 Warrior skill, Crippling Kick. Slows down the enemy for 3 seconds.’

Tigeroar used low-level skills one after another. While they couldn’t deal much damage to Drako Yau, they were splendidly containing him.

Herbalist

Description: Roaming the lands to the masses, herbalists heal and treat patients with outstanding medical skills and acupuncture techniques. They are the king of all healing classes.

Skill type: There are harsh requirements to becoming an outstanding herbalist. Apart from having vast knowledge about various medicines, they also need to be confident in their techniques with needles, acupuncture points, and meridians. Once a herbalist can bring out the full potential of the class, he or she will undoubtedly become the greatest support one could ever ask for.

Skill tree: Medical skill, Needle skill. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

Weapon type: Needles.

Class progression: None.

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