Jake switched his mental gears and prepared for the imminent battle.
He suspected that the enemy player was either a thief or an assassin. He leaned more toward the possibility of him being the latter, as the thief player probably would have used others to steal his prey's items.
An assassin and its skills, however, were centered on killing others.
'I know this class is probably the best for one-on-one, but gimme a break,' Jake sighed. In the first dungeon, he fought a few thieves and assassins. Although he recognized their skills and the effort those players put into their class, he hated them to the core.
Prince's help was a blessing against those bothersome players as he could read them hidden with his plethora of expensive items and skills, stunning them just before they could hurt his archer.
However, a few of them had slipped through Prince's eyes, making Jake dance against their blades.
Once Jake marked them with his Archer's Death Eye, getting rid of them was a formality.
That said, the alt char of the high-level player wasn't in the same category.
'He wanted Sin, but ended up with me... I guess he can't deal with tanks. A counter-pick, right?' Jake thought as he looked around, his form Joker.
Standing in the rigid Soldier Form would have cost him his life—Jake was aware of it well.
His form aside, Jake was exposed to nearly all angles. He knew it was a mistake, but he didn't know how good the opponent was.
There was a chance he bluffed that he was an alt char and wanted Jake to commit simple mistakes, such as wasting his stamina before a battle began.
Jake, therefore, focused on his perception bubble. He could have expanded it around himself, at least thirty meters wide, with him in the center.
It was a powerful skill that had adapted to various weapons and magic skills during only one day of the dungeon expedition! It was also familiar with people's movements, allowing Jake to react as fast as possible.
He was confident that he would be able to react just in time.
This confidence had been shattered in a second.
Darkness flicked before Jake.
Before he noticed, a man stood in front of him. He was like a black mummy, as black bandages cloaked him from head to toe. Only a gap around his eyes exposed a little of his dark skin. His black eyes reflected Jake's shocked expression.
He smirked beneath his mask.
With what he had gone through on his first character, Law be damned could take that library of knowledge and experience to his second character and up his assassin's skills in only a few days. His perception skills were much better than Jake's, and they were full of various experiences.
"Death's Lock? Archer's Death Eye? Never heard of them," the assassin's voice boomed in the cavernous zone. He had ditched to hide in the shadows and study the newest gains he had earned on his second character. He sneered, "For their names, they're as puny as I thought. But Grin Grid might be using something similar, so I will play with you more.
Haha! I like how you're running around like a rat! Is that your movement skill? I prefer that over mana step!"
Jake was indeed on the move.
Those assassins and thieves loved to hide and attack from unexpected angles, so Jake wanted to minimize their options by running along the walls, the grooves, and even sloping paths upward. He would limit the assassin's blade as much as he could.
When he thought about luck, this word worked on him like a curse.
He gritted his teeth and thought more.
'I fought Ender and won! This battle is similar to that! I must limit angles and get adapted to those red blades! I will apply The Miner's Eye to my perception bubble and try to locate them before he can hurt me! I need to be able to locate him, or else I will lose without being able to summon others!' Jake thought as he rapidly stomped on the ground.
The crunching sounds were relentless and even remained in his wake as he rushed around the cave. He forced a health potion into his lips and drank as much as possible.
It helped him with the bleeding effect.
'He's giving me a chance to stop bleeding... he wants to see more of my skills... I like it,' Jake said. Jake was a person who could develop respect toward an opponent who respected his skills. Whether it was pure curiosity or just for enjoyment's sake, the interest in archery was the same.
Jake swore to himself.
He swore that he would win this battle.
That was when the darkness flickered around him again.
'He's here—'
Jake's throat had been pierced.
[You have been hit by a critical strike!]
[You have lost 297 HP!]
[You're unable to speak.]