Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 176 - 162 Three People Squatting at the Spiritual Service_2

Chapter 176: Chapter 162 Three People Squatting at the Spiritual Service_2

Guaranteed win, right?

Ma raised his spear and charged, while the hooded man, astoundingly, didn’t raise his shield but instead walked forward with his Straight Sword.

Hoho, not running away but coming towards me instead? Just what I wanted!

Ma made a Thrust, determined to land a chilling, spirit-lifting blow.

The next second.

"Eh?"

Ma’s body stiffened for a moment, unable to move, and not only was his spear knocked aside, but it also cracked.

What, what’s going on? What did that guy do, why didn’t I see it clearly?

Wait, why can’t I move my body at all?

He vaguely remembered the Mysterious Hooded Man swinging his sword once, then raising his shield—what happened after that? He saw nothing clearly.

When his body recovered from the stiffness, the unsettled Ma chose to Thrust forward again.

"Clang!"

The sound of weapons colliding was heard, and his body stiffened again.

Ma began to doubt his life.

Could it be that the guy on the other side is actually a Magician? No, that’s wrong, how could he cast Magic without a Magic Wand.

"You," he stuttered, "I’m not afraid of your tricks!"

The third exchange was initiated by the hooded man who charged forward, and this time Ma finally saw what the other had done.

He canceled the follow-through of his sword swing!

"Ah?"

Ma was stunned.

What kind of Martial Art is this? Should it be called a Combat Skill? Or maybe Magic? No, no, it could also be a Unique Talent!

He didn’t have time to think much, for his death star was twinkling.

The next moment, the Mysterious Hooded Man swung dozens of swords in an instant, and Ma’s spear broke with a snap, along with his arm and torso!

[Soul-sucking Ghost "Ma" has died]

"Ow, hey."

Ma, resurrected at the campfire, looked dazed. It was the first time he had encountered Ring Capture, and his worldview took a massive hit.

He stood in place for a while, not just to digest the shock from Ring Capture, but also to wait for his headache to fade.

After the headache subsided, he went to Fran Fort with his spare weapon, not to seek revenge on the Mysterious Hooded Man, but to cleanse his humiliation with a victory in the next battle.

After a while, Ma reappeared at the campfire.

This time, he was no longer dazed; instead, he began to doubt his life.

"Why did I encounter that hood-wearing guy again?"

He hesitated, to invade Fran Fort once more?

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, but surely he wouldn’t run into that guy a third time, right?

A few minutes later.

When Ma, transformed into Red Spirit, saw the Mysterious Hooded Man again, he almost screamed.

"You, you, you!" Ma pointed at him, speaking incoherently; he started to wonder if the other was even human.

He couldn’t beat the hooded man. What was the point of such a predictable fight? Always having fun bombarding others, he now knew what it felt like to be on the receiving end, and it was painfully unbearable.

Fortunately, every cloud has a silver lining, just as he was about to die under Ring Capture.

[Invaded by Soul-sucking Ghost "Lizard"]

[Invaded by Soul-sucking Ghost "Bird"]

Great, it’s backup, I’m saved!

Ma immediately perked up; no matter how clever your Ring Capture is, it’s still not a match for many, with one spit from each of us enough to drown you.

He made a provocative gesture at the hooded man, who then turned and ran without a hint of hesitation.

"Ah?"

Ma couldn’t recall how many times he had exclaimed in surprise today; the surprises brought by this hood-wearer were just too—

Before he could react, a Feces Pot was smashed on his face.

"Chase him! Tear him to pieces!"

The hooded man fled in front, with three invaders smeared with feces chasing behind. If they caught him, they were going to have their way with him.

"Running is pointless!" Ma shouted fiercely: "Come and meet your death!"

The other was slippery like an eel, using the terrain to his advantage, making it impossible to catch up.

But what’s the point of running blindly? A true man should have a fair fight, right?

While Ma was lost in thought, the whoosh of an arrow suddenly whistled past.

"Ah!"

A scream, and an invader beside him was struck by a Big Arrow, pinning him to a tree trunk.

What! An ambush?

Big Arrows came flying one after another; first, the wounded invader’s head burst open from an arrow, another was hit in the knee and fell into the swamp, and then an Arrow Rain fell from the sky, turning him into a sieve in the blink of an eye.

Ma fled in panic, not expecting the hooded man to have a teammate, let alone a hidden archer.

An Arrow grazed his shoulder, and he could no longer raise his weapon. To hell with victory, he just wanted to escape, at least not to be killed by arrows flying from god-knows-where.

Arrows kept tracking him, taunting him; every time he relaxed, thinking he was safe, an Arrow would zip by his body, forcing him to flee desperately.

It was a vast drain on both mind and body.

At some point, the shooting stopped, and the hooded man also vanished. Ma was lost in Fran Fort.

That didn’t matter, as long as he could escape, he had to find an opportunity to ambush them!

He thought so, but—

"Pfft!"

A thrusting sword pierced through his heart from behind; the sword was even Invisibility, recognized as a thrusting sword only because it was stained with his blood.

Was there an invisible person following him all along? When did they arrive!?