[You have killed Shiro Lv. 30]
[You have received a record(legendary).]
[You have received a large health potion.]
Jake picked up a loot unique to this ground. One was a potion, much bigger than any potion he had drank before.
He desperately washed his throat with its red liquid, hoping to regenerate health points as fast as possible.
He was an archer, so he didn't need that much mana, provided he could remain safely in the backlines. That should be the case now, as Jake's teammates and the rest of the participants were engaged in their battles.
The second item was a record.
[A Legendary Record Of The Battlefield—the user can forcefully summon other participants to your floor for a mini royal game. The other participants will match your floor, meaning if your statue is on the first floor, you will summon all other towers' first-floor statues and their players.]
That's not fair at all. I guess my kill on Shiro is the first kill of the international tournament. Otherwise, I don't see why I would get such a powerful card. I need to talk about it with others.
Jake threw the record into his inventory.
He stood up and rolled his head on his neck. I'll kill others from shadows now.
Jake used the voice chat feature to ask Arthur and Shaw about their circumstances. Since they were away from their tower, this feature was now only available to three of them.
Arthur replied, "You defeated Shiro. Well done." Experience exclusive tales on m v|l e'-novelhall.net
"Thanks. Yeah. I don't see any mention of her death, so this information is fortunately kept a secret," Jake said.
Arthur chuckled. "The ninja guy is gone. He was buying time, perhaps waiting for Shiro to defeat you, so I didn't get a chance to warm up. Shaw, how's it on your end? You also ran to the forest."
Shaw hadn't replied.
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Give me a few seconds, guys! I can't defeat this guy without revealing my new skills, so I had to lure him to the forest like Jake did with that white-haired chick! He's much more cautious than her!
Shaw held his spear tightly.
Blood trickled down his lips.
A few cuts marred his equipment and mask.
FASTER! STRONGER! BETTER!
Each slash, cut, and thrust represented his feelings. Each drop of blood he spilled stirred him more.
All cards had been laid out.
There was nothing more he could do.
Which was why Shaw gave it all to defeat his opponent.
He didn't want to disappoint his girlfriend, friends, and himself!
Finally, he drew a long sweep and thrust his spear into the spearman's stomach. Shaw skewered him on his blade and raised to look at him trapped on his blade.
That said, he only saw blue particles swirling around his blade's end and blood dripping down its shaft.
Eastern True Dragon's Spearman was gone.
Shaw soloed him like a boss.
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"Shaw! Where are you?!" Arthur shouted in the voice chat. He couldn't use the minimap to find his friend because of the battlefield's unique limitations.
After a few minutes, Shaw replied, "I'm done with the spearman. Need a hand with the ninja?"
Arthur sneered. "Don't make us worried. Rather than a hand, we need a nose. If you can sniff him out, then expand your nostrils, you bastard."
Shaw chuckled. "I'm not so used to your laid-back attitude! I'm not a dragon slayer yet, so can't sniff em' ninjas yet!"
Jake smiled. "Good job on dealing with the spearman. Eastern True Dragons are said to be a team without any weak point, so we did a nice service to everyone."
"Thanks, and you too, Jake," Shaw broadly smiled.
The three clowns met at the rendezvous point behind the trees. From this spot, they could see other battlefields. They also didn't expose their victory over Eastern True Dragon's Guild.
The ninja kept his mouth zipped about it, too.
"Ya got a record?" Jake asked.
"Yep! Here," Shaw replied.