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Its attack rhythm faltered for less than half a second, as if some feedback did not meet expectations, but it quickly adjusted its judgment, peeling the bone armor off its arm and sweeping it along the ground towards Su Mu's feet. The shape resembled a row of white blades suddenly rising, with tricky angles and extremely fast speed.

The first time, Su Mu's calf was grazed, and blood seeped out, causing him to pause for a moment.

The second time, when the rib blade struck his side, the force was less, leaving only a white mark, like being grazed by a thin shard of glass, without even breaking the skin.

The third time, before the bone blade even got close, Su Mu stopped dodging and charged straight at the bone fragments. The bone fragments struck him with a crisp sound, then bounced off like a pile of broken bones hitting a rock.

Su Mu's eyes lit up slightly.

"I see," he said softly.

The bone-faced general opened its empty jaw, emitting a very low sound, as if squeezed from deep within its throat. It was clearly unaccustomed to this scene... The same target, the same attack method, the first two times it still drew blood, but from the third time onwards it was like a tickle.

It could even sense that the human in front of it was testing its limits by using the rhythm of its attacks.

Su Mu was now fully engaged in battle.

He discovered that the coordination between "not falling twice with the same method" and "danger perception and parrying" was smoother than he had imagined.

Once an enemy's surprise attack is detected, even if there's no time to completely block it, just a glancing blow counts as a record of damage from the same type of attack. The second time it comes, the damage is halved; the third time, it's halved again; the fourth time, you become immune.

While the Bone-Faced General has many attack methods, they are ultimately limited.

Bone spike projection, bone fragment sweeping, close-range claw strikes, bone armor bursting, energy impact... Su Mu roughly counted in his mind that there were about five or six main attack methods.

Each time, he would learn from the experience gained in the first few encounters and then quickly enter a damage reduction state.

The bone spurs were projected, and he was directly immune to them for the fourth time. The grayish-white bone spurs hit him without even wrinkling his clothes.

The bone fragments had weakened by the third strike, leaving only a shallow mark on his skin.

The same applies to close-quarters claw attacks. When the Bone-Faced General's claws first came down, Su Mu took the blow head-on with the barrel of his spear, his tiger's mouth tingling from the impact. The second time, the force was halved, and the third time, Su Mu simply didn't block, turning sideways to take the hit with his shoulder, only feeling a slight vibration, like someone had forcefully patted his shoulder.

On the other hand, Su Mu's attacks, enhanced by his charge-up talent, created new cracks with every shot.

If he didn't attack for three seconds, his next attack would be boosted by 60%. He maintained this rhythm, constantly gathering strength during the intervals between his clashes with the Bone-Faced General, and then thrust out his spear. The Overlord Spear, radiating a tri-colored light, precisely pierced the cracks in the healing bone armor. The cracks widened and deepened, as if someone were using an invisible chisel to dismantle this seemingly indestructible shell bit by bit.

Boneface General finally realized that the battle was spiraling out of its control.

It began to consciously change its attack methods, attempting to break Su Mu's adaptation to the "same attack" by using different combinations of methods. But its attack arsenal was limited, and it was nothing more than the same few things over and over again. And every time it switched to a new method, Su Mu only needed to withstand the first two times, and then he wouldn't have to worry anymore.

At this stage, Su Mu even began to actively force it to make a move.

He deliberately left a gap in his defense, luring the Bone-Faced General into attacking him with his most effective bone spike combo. The Bone-Faced General fell for it three times. When the fourth combo came crashing down, Su Mu stood still, letting several bone spikes pierce his chest from the front, and then...

The bone spurs seemed to have hit an invisible barrier, shattering uniformly on his skin and turning into grayish-white powder that fell to the ground with a soft rustling sound.

immunity.

At that moment, Su Mu revealed a very faint smile, tinged with a touch of emotion.

You won't know until you try.

I've actually become this strong.

Before he arrived in Ash City, he was being chased by the Oni Princess.

Even later, he still racked his brains to deal with Oni-hime, using all his skills, and only managed to kill her with the help of the cable car.

Now, standing in his own territory, he is fighting head-on with a ghost general-level being. Not only is he not suppressed, but as the battle drags on, his advantage is growing.

Those high-level attacks that once gave him a hard time now left marks on him that were not even as bad as a simple slam.

This is the power of talent, attributes, equipment, and bloodline combined.

Bone-Faced General's movements were much slower than before.

The bone and armor cracks on its body that used to heal quickly are now healing more and more slowly, and some have even stopped healing altogether.

With each shot fired by Su Mu, it tore open a larger gap, while its counterattacks became increasingly powerless under this bizarre rule.

The feeling of going from hunter to prey is clearly evident in its movements.

The Shetland Sheepdog didn't give it more time to adapt.

He took a deep breath and gripped the spear tightly again.

Three seconds. Full charge.

Next, he will completely cut off this ghost general's escape route.

At that moment, during that pause, General Boneface finally got a full picture of his opponent's fighting prowess.

Each strike of the spear precisely cut into the gaps in his defense, and the deliberately accelerated pace of the attacks was gradually compressing the time window for him to reassemble his bones.

He no longer doubted that this person was capable of killing a target of the Ghost General level on his own, because at this moment he no longer felt unfamiliar pressure, but a familiar threat of equal strength.

But it was precisely in this equality that a profound sense of absurdity welled up within General Boneface.

He was well aware of his own abilities.

The power accumulated beneath this skeleton is what he has accumulated after countless battles, devouring, and evolutions in the Ghost Realm.

His bone spikes can pierce the shields of high-level professionals, his bone shard sweeps can cut a bloody path through a hundred-man army, and his close-range claw strikes are enough to smash a fully armed shield bearer and his shield into pieces.

He was so familiar with these techniques that he could accurately predict how much force to use, where to strike, and how much damage to inflict on each blow before even making a move.

And this human in front of me...

He admitted that the energy fluctuations emanating from the other party were not weak, and were even much stronger than those of ordinary high-level professionals.

However, General Boneface had repeatedly confirmed in the ongoing battles that, in terms of pure attribute comparison, he still held the upper hand.

His defenses were thicker, his attacks were more varied, and his combat experience far surpassed that of this human by many years.

But strangely, when his attacks hit his opponent, it was as if something was stripping away the power of his attacks layer by layer.

The human dodged the first wave of bone spikes, but the Bone General could feel several grazing him.

That one strike was enough to kill a level 20 professional.