BANG!
To the crowds' excitement, Jake punched the swordsman straight into his face. His strength stat was so high that the man lost his ground and flew behind.
It wasn't enough to distance Hans far away from his team, so Jake teleported to Hans' side and kicked him. He played a football, with Hans being a rough ball.
The man rolled and coughed as Jake battered him with kicks and punches. He couldn't get up no matter what, as Jake was faster and stronger, using the fact that they were in the game world.
Crowd control effects were like magic in this world.
Once someone is stunned, they can either use a skill to cleanse themselves of this effect, use the third party's help, or wait for the stun's duration.
What Jake was doing could be called a reality.
"Ugh! You—ouch!"
Hans' bawling was soon muddled by Jake as he caught the man's occipital and smashed his face into the ground. He threw himself into a skid, drawing the man with himself.
It was such a brutal sight that even the crowd on Jake's side felt terrible for Hans. A few were getting even more excited, including Mary and their father.
Before long, the swordsman was thrown to the forest part of the mountain's spire.
He rolled before straining to stand up.
Hans held his weapon all the time.
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It was a commendable feat. His hands, however, were trembling. His face had it the worst, as some of his skin had been pilled and dirt stuck to him like feces. He naturally took a demonic countenance sculpted by his feelings.
"ARCHER!" Hans yelled. "HAS YOUR MOTHER NOT TAUGHT YOU TO SKID PROPERLY?!"
Mary and Edward scoffed at him. The former even raised a middle finger at the screen. Edward didn't stop his daughter or comment on her behavior—his mood was great.
Jake's laughter resounded across the clearing. "Let's not speak about our lovely mothers 'cause it could get really heated up, and I'm sure your mother wouldn't like to hear how I'd do her if I were to have my hands on her. Or maybe she would ask for my number?"
"BASTARD!"
"Haha! It brings back a few great memories of games I had played as a kid! The little me learned a lot of good mom insults at the time! Worry not, I'd rather listen to the melody of my soul now! Let's bring out the organ and violins! I'm going rock!
Been pretty hype on this genre for some time now!" Jake released an arrow from quite a difficult angle.
He'd been waiting for a good wind.
That, however, wasn't enough to surprise Hans.
Only one was drawing blood—Hans. His style was similar to SWalker's Knight Mode, mainly because both hailed from The Warmonger Empire and were noticed by Asta Sword House. Because Hans was in The Golden Lotus, he'd received more quests from SWalker.
That said, SWalker was natural.
He would have seen much more gaps in Hans' style.
In Jake's eyes, Hans was like a dark silhouette.
He couldn't find any gap in his swordsmanship.
He, however, could adapt to his swordsmanship and devour it! Repeating the same move against him was pointless, as Jake could parry it after feeling it once!
Moreover, his endurance was at its highest! Jake's Blood Wine turned him into a man who could take more than a few blows.
He was far from fragile mages and much closer to tanks regarding endurance stats.
He could stay still and keep going!
Which couldn't be said about Hans.
He was losing against Jake's stats.
The more he fought Jake, the slower he was.
Even if only a minute had passed, these two exchanged so many moves that only much higher-level players could count them all.
All of it translated into what Hans feared the most.
Jake thought, 'I see it...'
In the dark silhouette, a red line appeared. It went from Hans' shoulder down to his chest.
That wasn't what Jake wanted.
He fought more.
More lines have sewn themselves on Hans.
Each line represented an angle.
Suddenly, Jake raised his left sword and lowered it in a fast, clean sweep.
Hans' dominant hand fell down along with his sword, which clobbered on the soil.
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