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Chapter 160: Promotion tournament [6]

Chapter 160: Promotion tournament [6]

One moment, Silverfang went all-out, attacking Nightshroud’s players with impunity who were mostly defenseless subjected to the mind hex of the terrible Nightmare Creature.

Protecting their backs was their Cleric. And to protect their back, she had to be behind them... a mistake.

BZZZ!

It happened suddenly.

Swift, unseen.

{Shadow Clone Technique=}

The Assassin class’s special displacement technique.

Two Assassins descended on a lone and unprotected Cleric.

Two ultra-high damage classes against a healer class, well, it was safe to say that Silverfang was screwed.

Putting too much faith in utilizing the arena’s environment in their favor, which in this case was the terrible Nightmare Creature of LO49, too overzealous in attack, Silverfang failed to account for their unprotected Cleric.

In high level pro battles, it was a no brainer to always keep your Cleric in sight, protecting her. Silverfang, the underdogs failed this simple task today.

And it spelled their doom.

As soon as the two Assassins appeared from the shadows, Silverfang’s captain, one of the Combat Mages reacted immediately, already turning around to go intercept but the Assassins were too swift, too disciplined, and too ruthless.

{Back Stab=}

{Cutthroat=}

{Assassination=}

All 3 were devious and feared Assassin skills, and cleverly chained together in a silky-smooth combo move, the Cleric was doomed.

The first Assassin appeared from the shadows, using backstab on the Cleric, taking more than 10% HP with one attack.

Backstabs have an 80% chance of being a critical hit.

{CRITICAL HIT!}

From 12%, the attack took 18% HP in one go!

The force of the Assassin’s attack made the Cleric stumble forward, and before she could react, the other Assassin already arrived ahead of her, smoothly climbing her body, placing his legs around her neck, then...

Whoosh!

A ghostly whistling sound reverberated as a dagger cut across, making blood blossom from the neck of the Cleric.

Another CRITICAL HIT!

And Cutthroat took even more damage than Back Stab. The Cleric lost 21% HP with that one attack, adding to the previous 18% HP to make a combined total of 39% HP lost in less than a second.

She never had the chance to recover though.

After the initial Back Stab skill, while the second assassin attacked with Cutthroat, the first assassin stayed back, charging the Awakened level version of the Assassin skill.

At the Awakened level, the Assassination skill had the caveat of giving an Assassin an option to sacrifice his HP for more damage to the enemy.

To increase its lethality to the maximum, the Assassin sacrificed 20% of his HP. And the result?

Well, it was nothing short of devastating.

BAM!

The dagger sank into the soft flesh of the Cleric.

The Cleric shuddered, and then... like a drain her HP emptied.

More than 60% HP was drained in one attack!

And just like that, Silverfang’s cornerstone, their Cleric was gone.

Just as Silverfang’s captain arrived, the Combat Mage, the Assassins swiftly escaped back into the shadows without a shred of shame.

And so, Nightshroud’s true strategy finally started.

{Witch Powder=}

Nightshroud’s Warlock used the high-level skill, Witch Powder to temporarily remove the mind hex of the terrible Nightmare Creature from her teammates, and then they started implementing the true battle plan.

Everyone of them was adept at hiding their steps, staying elusive, and striking from the dark at decisive moments.

After losing their Cleric, the remaining Silverfang players quickly regrouped, huddling together, no longer willing to go on the attack.

But Nightshroud’s players were patient, they were fine with the status quo.

Like Pro Alliance games, the Promotion Tournament games had a time limit. If the time limit was exceeded as it is, having killed one of the enemy players and with all their players intact, Nightshroud would win by default.

For minutes, Silverfang waited, huddled together, too wary to go on the offensive again but when they eventually realized the shameless strategy of their opponents, their faces grew ugly.

"These bastards...!" Silverfang captain’s face contorted in a grimace.

In the end, a minute to the end of the game, they had no choice but to go on the offensive. And that was exactly what Nightshroud had been waiting for.

Having bid their time patiently since, planting and growing seeds of hesitation, frustration, and anger, Silverfang’s attack was full of desperation and fury, lacking their usual coordination and teamwork.

Nightshroud struck at this detail with ruthless efficiency.

{Dark Shururu=}

The Warlock cast a Dark Shururu, unleashing a black witch’s cloth that grabbed one of the Silverfang players, isolating him... the Summoner.

With most of his summons having met their cooldown and disappearing since, the frustrated Summoner was a sitting duck.

With 2 Assassins, a Warlock, and a devious Thief descending on him while the Paladin went to stall his teammates, the Summoner stood no chance.

He died in less than a minute.

With Nightshroud’s Paladin having bought enough time for them, skillfully, the Paladin tried to retreat into the shadows again.

This time though, the angered Silverfang players were persistent.

They chased after him, determined to at least take him down with them and in that rapid chase, they failed to notice when their Elementalist suddenly fell behind. Nightshroud already stole the poor guy.

Just like the poor Summoner, they ganged up on him and peppered him.

Poor guy died feeling extremely grievant.

By the time Silverfang’s captain realized what was happening, it was already too late, it was now only him and the other Combat Mage remaining.

And still, the infuriating Nightshroud refused to face them in battle despite the numbers superiority and advantage.

Afterall, they were called Combat Mages for a reason.

Combat Mages were the singular most deadly class in PvP combat alongside the Blademaster class, and so they decided to stay in the shadows.

’What the hell?!’

’Even with just 2 of us remaining...???!’

Silverfang’s captain almost coughed blood.

In the end, Nightshroud were perfectly ok with waiting the time out. And that was what they did, shamelessly.

---<VICTORY>---

Seeing that screen as his own screen turned grey, Silverfang captain’s face turned purple behind his monitor.

"Bastards!" He cursed.

Well, he ended up truly coughing blood.

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