The Eight Nation Alliance's Paladin Legion paid no heed to Wan Zhonghui's desperate charge. In their eyes, the Iron Blood Brotherhood players were simply courting death.
"First row, prepare. Holy Shield, activate." Paladin Legion Commander Wolda shouted.
Three hundred paladin players advancing abreast activated Holy Shield at the same time. The next second, the Iron Blood Brotherhood players slammed into the paladins' Holy Shields.
"Retribution Angel, activate." Wolda shouted.
The Paladin Legion activated Retribution Angel, shifting their attacks into holy damage mode. Whatever damage they dealt was converted directly into health loss. Wolda, walking at the very center, sneered as he thrust his sword straight at Wan Zhonghui.
Wan Zhonghui had long known he would do this. A straight thrust was the hardest attack to defend against in the entire game. Against slashes, chops, upward cuts, and other moves, a player only needed to sweep their longsword diagonally upward across their chest. As long as the difference in reaction speed was under 0.3 seconds, they would certainly strike the enemy's blade and turn the attack into a block.
But with a straight thrust, the human body presented such a large target while the sword tip was so small. It was extremely difficult to stop it with another sword.
That was precisely Wolda's plan. His thrust was conventional, yet the sword tip trembled slightly as it shot forward, creating small variations that made it even harder to handle.
But who was Wan Zhonghui? He was the Legion Commander of the Error Legion, a formidable player with the strength to rank among the world's top ten thousand experts.
As he watched Wolda's sword thrust toward him, Wan Zhonghui suddenly held the flat of his blade horizontally before him at the critical moment.
Clang
Wolda stared in surprise as his sword thrust directly