Liang Chuyin’s Wind Dancer job was graceful, her every movement resembling a dance. However, this didn’t mean the job lacked power. Especially in Cloud Peak, where resources were relatively abundant, Liang Chuyin had advanced her job to a high level.
Indeed, Wind Dancer wasn’t a top-tier job with a special prefix, which meant that when it reached the advanced level, it didn’t gain a new attack ability but instead acquired a passive skill.
This ability enhanced Liang Chuyin’s core attribute as a Wind Dancer—agility—and increased the power of her other job skills.
In other words, Liang Chuyin’s Shadow Dance and Void Strike were now enhanced versions.
The densely packed whip shadows and the countless energy tentacles made it clear that their power had increased significantly compared to before.
Before Little Tiger gained the ability to borrow troops, Liang Chuyin had always been Cloud Peak’s most skilled group combatant.
Of course, Ye Zhongming was always excluded when ranking.
Group combat was Liang Chuyin’s favorite fighting style.
The previous assassination attempts by the three had cost her two good companions, and this had already angered her.
All the whip shadows and energy tentacles erupted simultaneously in the unknown light.
Three figures were sent flying, accompanied by short, sharp screams. Liang Chuyin, having used her skills, fell from the air and hit the ground, quickly standing up and scanning her surroundings warily.
“Sigh, as expected, you’re impressive. Even one against three, you still emerged victorious. Cloud Peak truly lives up to its name.”
Liang Chuyin was filled with doubt and unease, feeling no joy from her victory.
She forced herself to endure the dizziness, pulling out a potion and drinking it. This was a standard item for Cloud Peak’s core members. She pulled out the dagger stuck in her shoulder and tossed it to the ground.
She could only recover slowly from the wound on her side and the numbness in her body. Liang Chuyin felt a pang of regret for her blue-grade armor, which had likely sustained over 70% damage and could no longer maintain most of its abilities.
She saw the person who had spoken—a young man dressed plainly. What stood out were his hands, each finger adorned with a ring of different styles and materials.
After speaking, the young man looked at the snake-tongued man and said, “Little Snake, go back. Leave the rest to Heaven Bing.”
“But what about them…” the snake-tongued man began, only to be interrupted.
“Kuang Lei and Old Se are already dead. If you don’t leave now, the Earth Vein faction will be wiped out.”
The snake-tongued man was stunned, first in disbelief, then forced to accept the reality as he looked over and saw that his two companions, who had been inseparable for over two years, were indeed dead.
He struggled to his feet, glared fiercely at Liang Chuyin, and then staggered away while clutching his nearly shattered arm. The armor on his back was completely destroyed, exposing his spine.
Liang Chuyin moved slightly but then stopped.
She still didn’t understand what had happened or why she had suddenly been transported from the wilderness to this place. She couldn’t gauge the strength of the person who had spoken, but she sensed a strange and powerful aura from him, something that threatened her.
“Don’t get worked up over me. I’m not your opponent,” the young man said with a smile, then turned and began to walk away.
Liang Chuyin hesitated for a moment but decided to stop him. No matter what, she needed to figure out what was going on.
But the moment she stepped forward, she felt a sudden chill and leaped to the side.
A streak of light grazed her ear.
A drop of blood fell from her earlobe, the energy from the light breaking through Liang Chuyin’s skin.
It was clear how powerful this light was from this alone. The skin of a seven-star evolved wasn’t easily pierced, and the fact that the energy alone could cut her spoke volumes.
Liang Chuyin didn’t stop and continued to dash forward. Her whip tapped the ground repeatedly to control her direction and speed, dodging the streaks of light that came one after another.
The person who had used the mysterious formation to move Liang Chuyin here glanced back at her from around a corner, smiled, shook his head, and then disappeared.
Liang Chuyin had never been in such a dire situation before.
Earlier, when facing three opponents of the same level, although she had been injured and poisoned, there had been no fatal threat. In the exchange of attacks, her Earth Armor set had given her a complete victory. Her opponents couldn’t withstand her attacks, while she could defend against theirs, leading to the inevitable outcome.
But now, she had been attacked over twenty times without knowing where her enemy was or what these streaks of light were. She could only rely on her speed to dodge, but her agility, no matter how high, was affected by factors like stamina and the lingering effects of the poison and numbness.
Sometimes, two or three streaks of light would appear simultaneously, making it even harder for Liang Chuyin to defend. She had already been hit twice, and her heavily damaged armor had made its final contribution, exploding along with the second streak of light that hit her.
After enduring six or seven more attacks, another one struck her, this time piercing her abdomen. Only then did she see that it was a metal crossbow bolt about thirty centimeters long. Despite being only grey-tier, it had such power, indicating that the weapon used to shoot it was of a high level or that the attacker possessed a powerful ranged skill.
Clapping echoed as a man appeared on the roof of a building not far from the town square. After two or three leaps, he landed at the square’s edge, facing Liang Chuyin directly.
“Impressive. You almost wiped out the Earth Vein faction single-handedly. Out of my entire volley, you only got hit three times. Impressive indeed.”
The man had a small wooden crossbow hanging from his waist, swaying with his movements. It looked unremarkable, even a bit worn, but its energy emanating was unmistakable. The attacks had come from this crossbow, which, lacking a color indicating its level but it was at least gold-grade.
“Who are you?” Liang Chuyin pulled the crossbow bolt from her abdomen and drank another healing potion, feeling slightly better.
The man didn’t answer. Instead, he tossed a red crescent-shaped emblem onto the ground.
“Everyone always asks such boring questions. Shouldn’t you be thinking about how to survive instead?”
The man shook his finger and continued, “But then again, facing an eight-star evolved like me, there’s no way you can survive. So I suppose it’s only natural to ask who I am.”
“Alright, I’ll tell you. You can call me Heaven Bing. In the future… I might become Heaven Yi, or even Heaven Jia. When that happens, I’ll send your man, Ye Zhongming, down to keep you company.”
With that, the man straightened his body, and his outer garment flew away in the wind, revealing a set of high-tech equipment underneath.