Chapter 240: Flickering Headband

Chapter 240: Flickering Headband

Dancing FlamesZephyrwolf had the same skill after limit breaking.

For 10 seconds, attack damage is increased by 50%, defence is increased by 30%, critical hit rate is increased by 10%, movement speed is increased by 5%. After 10 seconds, all attributes will decrease by 30%.

Die!

The word shot forth from his jaws like rolling thunder. It was the amalgamation of his internal forces, ancient martial technique, skill buffs, and equipment buffs, meant to end everything in one attack.

Two opaque tiger heads pincered Drako Yau with the arenas barrier behind him. His escape route was blocked off from all directions. There was no escape; no matter how quick he was, he couldnt pass through the walls that were closing in on him.

Despite Tigeroars delighted expression, he still felt a brief moment of fear. This Mask is too damn scary. I can barely defeat him even after revealing all my trump cards! Well, alls well now that hes dead. Who else can compete against me? Hahahah!!

The two tiger heads hammered the corner where Drako Yau was without leaving a single gap in betweenit spelt certain death! Even the ground ended up with a massive crater surrounded by clouds of rubble and dust.

Tigeroar let out a sigh as the flames on him waned out of existence, leaving him weakened. Dancing Flames was a powerful hidden skill that increased attack damage by fifty per cent. Along with the buffs from Divine Martial Sword, his Berserker skills, Roar of the Forest Tiger, and the debuff inflicted on Drako Yau by his Feral Rage set, his attack just now was no different from that of a Level 50 player!

Was there anyone who owned such luxurious equipment? Divine Martial Sword alone was the dream weapon of every player.

Tigeroar hung his sword onto his back and recalled his white tiger into its summoning stone. This was the first time he had gone all out; as a person who preferred to hide his card, he would never do such a foolish thing under normal circumstances. However, he couldnt hold back when the enemy was a Maverick, not to mention that Masks cultivation style was of a higher tier than his. He didnt dare to hold back.

Eh? Tigeroar felt something was off as he waited for the system to announce his victory and teleport him. Why is the system so slow this time?

Scorching heat suddenly burnt him from behind. Stunned, he was sent flying like a broken punching bag while his bones were shattered with terrifying sounds. A dark, burnt palm was left on his vest.

Tigeroar lay paralysed on the floor. He thought hard about what just happened. From where he stood just now, a red shadow stood tall and strongthe crimson cloak that flowed like blood, the fiery mask that burned like fire. The shadow still had his palm out after shoving a palm strike onto his back.

For unknown reasons, Drako Yau had designed half of this version of Real World. He was undoubtedly the player who knew most about the skills in this world, and that knowledge granted him an edge over everyone else.

Tigeroar could only laugh bitterly as he lay paralysed on the ground. Masks palm strike was infused with internal force, which was drilling into him through his wounds like poison. As he was seriously injured, he couldnt circulate Roar of the Forest Tiger to resist the invasion.

Ive lost. Kill me. When Tigeroar admitted defeat, a ten-second countdown timer appeared in the battleground. Both would be teleported out after ten seconds, but that was enough time for Drako Yau to kill him.

Kill you? Drako Yau hung a smile on his face, a mocking one no less. If I kill you, how am I any different from you, a bloody murderer? Unlike you, I dont murder people. Ive defeated you once; I can defeat you a thousand times more.

The countdown was over. Drako Yau was gone.

Tigeroar was teleported away similarly. He sat on the ground in a daze, unable to utter a word. He let me live?

Wanderer

Description: Wanderers drift throughout the continent, experiencing life, death, and everything between. Through such experiences, a great person is forged.

Skill type: Power is but a void of emptiness for wanderers. They pursue the true meaning of life itself.

Skill tree: Survival Abilities, Weapon Mastery.

Weapon type: Any weapon.

Class progression: Any class.

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