Why Don't You Take Another Look Behind You?

The moment he turned around, Pat saw Lin Mo swing the dagger in his hand and plunge it into his companion's chest.

"When fighting as a team, you focus the ADC first. Don't you know something that simple?"

Lin Mo swiftly pulled out his blade and dodged the rapier's Slash as he spoke.

In truth, the other side had not been completely unprepared. Melo, an agility Warrior known for his speed, had specifically stayed by the Ranger's side to protect him, while another Warrior from the team faced Evan.

However, although Melo's agility was not much worse than Lin Mo's, Lv2 Stealth had caught him completely off guard. Protecting someone else and counterattacking for himself were not the same thing.

In the end, Lin Mo had already killed his target by the time Melo's sword came swinging in—and Lin Mo had anticipated it in advance and easily dodged.

"Melo, what are you doing?"

Pat shouted furiously.

As an Assassin himself, letting an opponent kill a teammate right in front of him was undoubtedly humiliating.

Especially after he had just boasted that he would deal with Lin Mo.

Melo had no time to answer him. After dodging the rapier's attack, Lin Mo immediately turned and launched another fierce assault against him.

They were very close now, and close quarters were precisely where daggers excelled.

The dagger in Lin Mo's hand flashed rapidly, his attacks coming in wave after wave. Melo had already developed a fear of him, and fought timidly, able only to defend passively as he was completely dragged into Lin Mo's rhythm.

"Clang—! Clang—!"

The dagger's tip collided repeatedly with the sword blade, producing crisp rings. Melo was, after all, an agility Warrior who specialized in speed, so he could barely keep up with Lin Mo's movements.

But...

Clear gouges were left in the mud beneath his feet. After another head-on clash, Melo staggered backward uncontrollably. His arm went numb and ached, trembling without end.

Agility Warriors did not possess the brutal strength of ordinary Warriors. Although Lin Mo's originally feeble strength had only reached the normal level of 5 after increasing by 1 point, not exceeding his opponent's, he still had skills.

Every time they exchanged one or two blows, he would suddenly unleash a Slash, catching his opponent off guard.

It was like the fast and slow attacks of bosses in games he used to play. This tactic of his could be called the Deep-Shallow Blade.

Melo had no way to tell which of Lin Mo's attacks would be light and which would be heavy. It was like solving a riddle, and in barely two or three seconds, he was already flustered.

Fortunately, this predicament did not last long. A throwing knife flew in from the side, shooting straight for Lin Mo's temple.

Lin Mo could only withdraw helplessly, and his assault came to an end.

Trying to gamble on taking one of them out first really was asking too much.

These people were no pushovers. In terms of attributes, they were not weaker than him at all. Aside from succeeding with a sneak attack, victory would not come so easily.

Pat, who had finally caught up, was burning with rage. Dagger in hand, he charged straight at Lin Mo. His movements were decisive and sharp, reminding Lin Mo of the old Assassin he had killed yesterday.

Lin Mo raised his hand to block the strike and was about to counterattack when Melo, having gained a brief chance to catch his breath, recovered and thrust his rapier toward Lin Mo's waist.

"Lunge!"

This attack was clearly faster than usual. Lin Mo's pupils contracted, and his body dodged instinctively before his mind could react.

Even so, the blade still grazed his waist, leaving behind a thin line of blood.

What followed was a relentless barrage of attacks.

Lin Mo could not fight four hands with two. He was forced back step by step, more wounds appearing across his body as dangerous situations arose one after another.

On the other side, Bern was likewise locked in a bitter battle, completely suppressed by the opposing captain.

Knight-type classes were already at a disadvantage in a one-on-one fight, let alone against someone slightly stronger than himself. Simply holding on without being defeated was no easy feat.

The only good news was probably Evan's side.

Lin Mo had successfully taken out the enemy Ranger, making it two against one. With Miriam's help, Evan not only withstood the assault, but even seized an opening when his opponent dodged an arrow and slashed his arm viciously, leaving a deep wound.

Already at a disadvantage fighting one against two, and now with an injured arm, he would not last much longer.

As long as Evan and the others could free themselves, the tide of this battle would turn in their favor!

Thinking this, Lin Mo knocked aside another strike. He was about to instinctively dodge the other Assassin's attack when he realized that the man had vanished at some point.

Not good!

Lin Mo's heart lurched as he looked toward the center of the battlefield.

"Uncle Bern, watch out!"

Pat was no fool. He knew the situation on the battlefield was unfavorable for them, and if things continued like this, they could very well lose. He quickly regained his composure and gave up on trading blows with Lin Mo to the death.

The instant Lin Mo's warning reached his ears, Bern felt a chill approaching from behind and to his side.

At the same time, the captain before him roared and brought his sword down in a heavy slash.

There was no time to dodge!

In that instant, Bern's years of accumulated combat experience allowed him to make the best possible judgment.

"Shield Bash!"

He stomped hard on the ground. Rather than retreat, he surged forward.

"Clang—!"

With a dull crash, veins bulged all over Bern's body and his entire face reddened with strain, yet he forcibly withstood the captain's attack.

The next moment, a dagger stabbed into his shoulder blade, only to be stopped by the hard bone.

Bern's response had completely exceeded Pat's expectations. Even though he changed the direction of his blade in time, he still failed to hit a vital point.

Just as he was about to follow up with another strike, Miriam fired an arrow from the side, forcing him back.

That was enough time for Lin Mo to arrive.

Watching the perilous scene before him, Lin Mo broke out in a cold sweat for Bern—and for himself.

He had still thought of the battle too simply. He had only considered his own side, forgetting that the enemy could think as well and would have plans of their own.

Pat's plan had been to capture the leader first: ambush Bern first, and as long as they took him out, even if that useless Melo was dealt with, once the captain was free, the rest would be nothing to worry about!

And that was indeed the case. Lin Mo could deal with the Rapier Warrior and did not fear that Assassin, but the captain was the one opponent he had almost no chance of defeating, whether in a frontal fight or through a sneak attack.

Fortunately, Bern had responded perfectly and had not allowed their plan to succeed.

Even so, the situation on the field was already extremely grim.

Bern, their greatest combat strength, was injured, with an enemy pressing close behind him. Locally, it had formed into a two-against-three situation: Lin Mo and the wounded Bern against the enemy.

They could only gamble on it!

Using his forward momentum, Lin Mo drove the dagger in his hand straight for the enemy Assassin's throat. At the same time, his left hand quietly reached toward his waist...

Pat was not worried in the slightest. Their brief exchange earlier had let him roughly gauge Lin Mo's strength. He was indeed formidable; Taine's master had not died unjustly at his hands. But that was all. He was evenly matched with Pat, so there was no reason to fear him.

What was more, in Pat's eyes, Lin Mo's actions right now were simply suicidal.

Why didn't you take another look behind you?