Accepting Surrender

The lancer class's skills now showed their true value. As the king of one-on-one duels in the PK arena, he possessed numerous high-damage single-target skills, perfectly suited to this kind of precise battle.

No one could stop him. With a spear in hand, he took down one enemy with every thrust.

"What is that thing?"

Watching the shadow draw ever closer, the noble's face filled with terror. He could see his soldiers constantly falling.

"Have all the archers aim at him! Don't let him rush over—cover him with a rain of arrows!"

The noble immediately gave the order, his eyes full of panic. His earlier composure had completely vanished.

He did not even know who the enemy was, because he simply could not see clearly. All he saw was an afterimage darting back and forth through the ranks, every fallen soldier gaining a bloody hole in their body.

A rain of arrows converged on Mel. With his 100% evasion rate in effect, not a single arrow could touch him as he moved without pause.

All miss...

Watching the dark figure approach, the noble's heart began to pound wildly. At that speed, escape was impossible.

"Guards! Protect me! Prepare to retreat!" The noble did his utmost to remain calm as heavily armored personal guards instantly gathered around him.

Mel had also locked onto the commander. Capture the king first to capture the bandits; compared to killing the priests in the sky, dealing with this commander first would be more useful.

"Yes, my lord!"

More than fifty heavily armored guards gathered around the noble.

They could all see the dark shadow charging toward them at astonishing speed.

The reason Mel had not directly used Blink or flight magic was entirely so that, after building up enough speed, he could use one thrust