After the battle began, Yu Xunge, Dawn Cicada, and the others kept sneaking glances at Zhuri. Huang Jin, who knew about the Beaver Duke's existence, even ran alongside Zhuri, observing her up close while fighting, just like an obsessive stalker fan.
Each attack could only take one point of HP from an opponent. This game mechanism could not have been more favorable to an assassin like Zhuri. Her daggers danced into afterimages, the clang of weapons being parried never stopped, and her HP was still full.
Although she still used daggers, Zhuri's fighting style had undergone considerable changes. It was not simply that she had grown stronger; some of her habits when attacking had changed.
Such changes might not mean much to others, but for someone as intensely proud as Zhuri, they were astonishing. They meant she acknowledged that another mode of attack was more powerful and better than her original habits, which was why she had changed.
Catching Huang Jin's silly expression out of the corner of her eye, Zhuri smiled. There was little warmth in that smile, and a hint of provocation. She asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Huang Jin smiled too. "You."
Only after smiling did Huang Jin focus on the fight.
Although Zhuri's fighting style had changed enormously, just as Apprentice had said, Zhuri was Zhuri, not some Beaver Duke.
Only after hearing that ambiguous "You" did Zhuri's expression improve.
How could she not know what these people knew... she only knew more.
When Apprentice was little, she had even called her the most annoying elf in the universe. That was entirely because Apprentice had not seen enough of the world. If she knew the Beaver Duke, she would know who the correct answer really was.
Zhuri turned sideways to dodge several weapons swung at