Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

Chapter 97 The gladiatorial combat continues!

Without the support of those extraordinary combat skills and special abilities.

What could have been a swift and decisive victory turned into a battle that severely tested decision-making and reaction skills.

Despite Lucas's high Agility attribute of 9 points, he still possesses a reflex speed that is difficult for ordinary people to match.

But having lost his explosive displacement ability, the trajectory of each of his long-distance sprints became predictable.

The ranger standing at the edge of the shadows in the distance was clearly not a novice.

His archery skills were extremely refined.

Ironhead arrows never aimed at Luke's heavily guarded chest and abdomen.

Instead, it shoots at his face or legs every time he takes a step and shifts his weight.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Several arrows narrowly missed Luke's armor and embedded themselves in the gray stone slabs, sending sparks flying.

This forced him to focus most of his energy on anticipating and dodging the arrows.

The pace of progress was abruptly slowed down.

On the other side of the battlefield, the wandering swordsman's heart was far less composed than the arrows he had shot.

"Is this even human?"

The ranger's breathing gradually became heavy, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and even blurring his vision.

He had never seen an opponent with such terrifying skills.

In this secret realm, the rules apply to everyone.

It's impossible that the three of them can't use combat skills while the opponent can.

Therefore, logically speaking, he already has an absolute advantage due to his long-range capabilities.

But the black-haired adventurer before them, with his sheer physical explosiveness and flexibility alone, was enough to instill fear in anyone.

Although on the surface he was still suppressing the enemy's charge with a rain of arrows.

But he knew in his heart that the arrows in his quiver were rapidly dwindling.

The distance between the two sides was gradually closing as the other side moved with ghostly speed.

Once he runs out of arrows, or if his opponent gets close, given his strength, his chances of survival are slim.

The wanderer gritted his teeth and decided to conserve the few resources he had left.

He suddenly let out a sharp whistle and quickly exchanged glances with his two teammates ahead.

Having honed their skills in the wilderness for a long time, the adventurer team immediately demonstrated the necessary teamwork.

The three quickly changed tactics and formed a battle formation.

The leading warrior, known as "Boss," gripped the sturdy round shield with its iron-edged edges tightly in both hands.

They were at the very front.

He lowered his center of gravity, not intending to take the initiative to confront Luke head-on, but instead adopted an absolute defensive posture.

He had witnessed Luca's amazing dodging ability and speed.

Based on past experience, the opponent is definitely a melee class that excels in agility.

When dealing with this type of mobile enemy, taking the initiative to attack will only expose weaknesses.

Therefore, he chose the safest approach.

As long as he can use this shield to hold Luke back and restrict his movements.

Then, the wanderers and rangers in the team can find each other's weaknesses by turning to the side and launch a fatal blow at any time.

This is the proper way to proceed with a three-against-one strategy.

However, when the two sides actually clashed and their weapons came into contact...

Men know they're wrong.

"clang!"

A deafening metallic explosion resounded throughout the arena.

Luke's silver-white half-sword, imbued with pure, unadorned power, slammed heavily into his round shield.

At the moment of contact, a terrifying, overwhelming force surged forth from the shield.

The man felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as if he had been directly rammed and crushed by some large, ferocious beast.

Even though this round shield was expensive and made of excellent materials, it did not shatter on the spot under this attack.

But the recoil transmitted through the shield caused the man's entire arm to instantly lose sensation.

His hand was split open, and blood flowed freely.

This is not an effect caused by combat skills; it is simply due to the excessive difference in strength between the two sides.

The powerful impact caused the level 3 warrior to stumble and lose his balance, stumbling backward in a disheveled state.

Luke certainly wouldn't give his opponent a chance to adjust his position.

Its foot reached out and clung to it like a venomous snake.

The longsword occasionally pierced through the gaps in the shield, trying to find a weakness in the man.

But the support from the rangers in the distance was very timely.

Whenever Luke's longsword was about to break through the warrior's defenses and succeed,

The ear-piercing sound of wind breaking always arrives as scheduled.

The arrows' trajectories were predicted with remarkable accuracy, forcing Luke to temporarily abandon his pursuit.

Swing your sword to block or twist your body to create some distance.

Ultimately, this also exposes one of Luca's current weaknesses.

Although his swordsmanship had undergone professional training, it was still far from reaching a level of unparalleled skill.

The panel's specialty section also clearly states that he only possesses basic swordsmanship.

Therefore, when pursuing at high speed, one can only use monotonous actions such as stabbing or slashing.

If it were a true master swordsman, he would have made a different choice in that situation.

As his attacks were thwarted several times, Luke's breathing became more rapid.

He seemed to be getting a little impatient.

He abruptly stopped his pursuit, turned his head, and looked at the wandering knight in the distance.

When the ranger noticed that Luca's attention had shifted to him, a chill ran down his spine.

He almost reflexively abandoned firing and turned to run frantically to the rear.

Trying to create an absolutely safe distance.

Luca let out a low growl filled with rage and anger, and immediately abandoned the warrior who was already teetering on the brink of collapse.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, as if he was determined to rush over and tear that annoying archer to shreds.

And just as Luke turned around, completely exposing his unguarded, broad back...

The short man, who had been lurking in the shadows like a venomous snake with a barely perceptible presence, quietly approached.

He is a special profession known as the "Treasure Thief" whose primary attribute is agility.

His only real skills are using the environment to conceal himself and bursting with speed.

He appeared behind Luke, carrying a dagger laced with deadly poison.

Luca, who had just been extremely angry, had completely lost his composure the moment he turned around.

The opportunity he had been waiting for to break the deadlock had finally arrived.

The short man, who thought he had seized some great opportunity, only saw the other person turn around in an instant.

With an extremely subtle and strange movement, his left hand suddenly rose backward.

A cloud of white powder exploded directly in mid-air.

It hit the thief's face, which was contorted with excitement, with perfect accuracy.

The panic of being instantly deprived of vision was accompanied by the stinging and burning sensation caused by the intense reaction of quicklime to the moisture in the eyeball.

This caused the short man, whose professional level was only "1", to lose all fighting spirit.

He let out a wail, painfully dropped the poisoned dagger from his hand, and covered his eyes tightly with both hands.

Immediately afterwards, all sensations completely disappeared.

Along with his senses, his life also vanished.

The silver-white half-sword traced a crescent-shaped arc in the air.

Without any obstruction, he slit his fragile throat.

Warm blood spurted out, adding a touch of brightness to the dark red floor tiles.

This thing is still the best!

Luke brushed the remaining white powder off his hands.

Immediately after discovering that his combat skills were unusable, he tried to see if his storage ring could be used.

Fortunately, he can still take out props and items from his spatial storage.

Therefore, the packet of quicklime stored in the ring space came in handy once again.

The sudden death of their teammate left the other two members of the squad with grave expressions.

It wasn't that their feelings for each other were particularly deep, but rather that their opponent was far stronger than they had imagined.

Both in terms of strength and speed, the opponent displayed an astonishing level.

Even the opportunity for the thieves to launch a sneak attack, which they deliberately created by drawing "hatred," was easily thwarted by Luke.

Continuing to retreat and contain them seems to be having little effect.

Luke didn't want to give them the opportunity to continue their restraint.

His goal was clear: to take out the ranged units first.

"Cover me!"

The ranger seemed to have sensed Luca's movements and thoughts, and quickly called for help from his teammates.

As he moved backward, he continued to draw his longbow, firing arrows to block Luca's movement.

The soldier gritted his teeth, hesitated for a moment, but still braced himself and raised the somewhat deformed round shield.

They cut in from the side, attempting to block Lu Jia halfway.

If he takes the lead and the ranged attackers provide ranged suppression, maintaining a two-on-one situation might still offer a chance of victory.

If a man lets his opponent bypass him and eliminate his teammates first, he can be certain that he is very likely no match for the opponent.

This time, however, Luca changed his tactics.

With his keen senses, he had figured out the pattern of their actions.

While suppressing the warrior with his longsword, whenever the ranger wanted to draw his bow, he would subtly slide to the side.

Using soldiers as cover blocks the enemy's line of sight and makes the enemy hesitant to attack.

Therefore, Luca, having mastered the rhythm, began to attack recklessly.

The battle situation was changed from two against one to one-on-one.

The half-sword began to bypass the opponent's round shield, leaving sword wounds on the arm, calf, and other parts of the body.

Blood splattered continuously, and the intense pain and rapid loss of strength made the soldier's movements increasingly sluggish.

Finally, the opponent's retreating steps faltered, and a flaw appeared in their movements.

Luke seized the opportunity, took a step forward, and kicked his opponent Rui to the ground.

He easily deflected the man's dying counterattack with his sword and severed his head.

Only the wandering swordsman in the distance remained on the field.

"I give up!"

The wandering knight seemed to have all his strength drained away, and resignedly lowered his arms.

He threw his beloved longbow to the ground.

There's not much to say. Until the strongest captain died, his arrows didn't even manage to graz the enemy in the slightest.

Continuing to resist will only provoke the enemy and make your death even more miserable.

There was no begging for mercy, no remorse.

He had already acquired the awareness of an adventurer when he embarked on this path.

For those adventurers who are used to being killed and then crying and begging for forgiveness.

This chivalrous man's carefree attitude earned him Luke's high regard.

Luke did not act immediately.

Now that the other party has given up resisting, he plans to take this opportunity to ask them a few questions.

For example, what exactly is this so-called "secret realm" they mentioned earlier?

How much do they know about this place?

But just as Luca was about to speak, he sensed something was wrong.

After the ranger conceded defeat, the noisy commotion in the arena ceased.

The room fell into a deathly silence, as if the other person had uttered some taboo word.

Soon, the sound of wind breaking came from the misty sky above, where the dome was not visible.

A stone pillar, like a spear, fell straight down and struck precisely where the wanderer was standing.

"Bang!"

The wanderer's figure vanished, leaving behind only a cloud of blood mist that hadn't yet dissipated.

This bloody arena, which had slumbered for countless years, directly demonstrated the rules to Luke.

Here, only the victors survive!

Once you admit defeat, you lose your life.

"Cala!"

The heavy mechanical gears meshed together.

Inside the arena, another metal gate was raised.

"Um?"

Luke watched the gates rising in the distance, and a sense of unease crept into his heart.

Logically speaking, this should be a lost relic buried underground for countless years.

There shouldn't be any living creatures left.

All the other adventurers who entered this place with us have perished.

So now, who is locked behind this gate?

Luke quickly found his answer.

The figure that slowly walked out from behind the door looked to be more than a meter tall.

Reddish-brown skin, disproportionately long arms, and a large, flat, ugly skull.

It was a giant goblin!

Compared to the tension of seeing the monster, Luca was more curious at this moment.

When did this thing get in?

Or has it always been here?

He was not allowed much time to think.

The moment the goblin saw Luke, an extremely intense killing intent erupted in its eyes.

It then let out a piercing scream and charged straight at him.

It seems the gladiatorial contest is far from over.

With Luca's current strength, he could easily handle this monster with a challenge level of only 0.5, even without using any combat skills.

However, since everything here seemed strange, Luca still observed the other party cautiously.

He was wearing tattered light armor and holding a short knife.

His steps were unsteady, his limbs were thin, and he even swayed slightly when running.

There was nothing unusual about it.

Before long, the goblin had rushed into his attack range.

It leaped up suddenly, its short knife carrying a foul stench, and slashed wildly at Luke's face without any strategy.

What appeared to be a fierce strike was, in Luca's eyes, like a slow-motion motion.

He easily dodged the oncoming blade, then drew his longsword and thrust it into the goblin's chest.

The opponent's reaction was just like that of an ordinary goblin; it seemed that they had no chance of dodging this sharp and tricky sword strike.

"Am I overthinking it?"

Just as Luke was thinking this.

Suddenly, the goblin's figure in front of them became ethereal and transparent!

This was something Luca knew all too well; it was actually one of the combat techniques he was currently using as a trump card.

[Stealth and Evasion]!

Knowing this combat technique, Luke did not hesitate and immediately lunged forward, then swept his longsword backward.

He deflected the blade that the goblin had moved behind him with a single sword strike.

The appearance of the goblin in front of him quickly overlapped with the appearance of the first goblin he had ever encountered in his memory.

His [Stealth and Evasion] combat skill scroll comes from the opponent's lair.

Luca adjusted his stance to prepare for battle, but felt a little uneasy.

What is this?

A revolving lantern?

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