Suppressing with Stats

"Clang————!"

The sound of steel colliding against steel echoed loudly through the forest.

A sharp dagger and a heavy steel sword clashed violently, grinding against each other and sending out a shower of sparks.

At that moment, Fang Li felt an undeniable force transmit from the steel sword to the dagger in his hand, and then vibrate through his body, causing his feet to sink slightly into the ground.

Fang Li could say with certainty that if it weren't for the bonus from his title, he would have been sent flying, if not injured.

"Crack—crack crack—!"

The violent friction between the dagger and the steel sword sent sparks flying in all directions.

It was then that Fang Li finally saw the wielder of the steel sword clearly.

It was a samurai.

A samurai who had completely transformed into a Kabane, yet wielded a huge steel sword, the light emanating from its heart extremely conspicuous, its body somewhat deformed.

"Aaaaaaaah————!"

The Kabane in the form of a samurai stared at Fang Li, its eyes without pupils filled with violence and ferocity, and roared at Fang Li, who was close at hand.

Under that roar, even the surrounding Kabane seemed to have encountered a king's subordinates, and their relentless attacks came to a halt.

Fang Li held the dagger in a reverse grip, blocking the steel sword that the Kabane was forcefully trying to chop down on his head, and as he looked at its berserk samurai-like figure, his ice-blue Mystic Eyes of Death Perception flickered.

"A Skill-Stealing Type?"

The so-called Skill-Stealing Type refers to Kabane that have learned to use weapons and various combat techniques through repeated battles.

Because these Kabane have acquired combat techniques and can make good use of weapons, their combat power is much higher than that of ordinary Kabane that only charge around recklessly; they can be regarded as combat experts.

The physical abilities of Kabane are already much stronger than those of ordinary people, and coupled with combat techniques comparable to those of combat experts, their strength can be imagined.

"With this level of combat ability, you still resort to sneak attacks? Do you even have any self-awareness as a Kabane?"

Saying this, Fang Li suddenly exerted force, and the dagger in his hand flicked upwards.

"Clang————!"

Violent sparks erupted once again, turning the crisp sound of impact into ripples that spread out.

The Kabane wielding the steel sword was forced back, stopping only after retreating several steps.

"Aaaaaaaah————!"

The samurai-shaped Kabane let out a roar that seemed to be born of anger and shame, but instead of rushing towards Fang Li like a horde of beasts, it raised the steel sword in its hand and adopted a stance.

It looked just like a seasoned warrior.

At the same time, the surrounding Kabane also began to stir, roaring loudly at Fang Li, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Is this what they call being surrounded on all sides?"

Fang Li wanted to force a wry smile, but his expression remained unchanged, instead displaying an excited grin.

Facing Fang Li's expression, a voice entered his ears.

"I really don't know why you can still laugh."

As the voice fell, a petite figure leaped from the top of a distant tree, drew an arc in the air, and landed nimbly beside Fang Li after a few somersaults.

"Are you an idiot?" Mumei, holding two red Steam Guns, stood shoulder to shoulder with Fang Li and said, "Why did you come here alone to provoke the Kabane for no reason?"

"The reason is quite enjoyable." Fang Li didn't look at Mumei, his gaze fixed on the Skill-Stealing Type, and said to himself, "As for you, why are you here?"

"...Let's talk about it later." Mumei was silent for a moment, then skipped the topic, raised the Steam Guns in her hand, and also stared straight at the Skill-Stealing Type, saying, "Let's defeat that Skill-Stealing Type first."

At some point, the yoke on Mumei's neck had been removed.

In other words, Mumei was ready to fight.

To this, Fang Li could only express helplessness.

"Then let's worry about that later." Fang Li took a step forward, stood in front of Mumei, and confronted the Skill-Stealing Type.

Then, Fang Li said to Mumei behind him, "I'll leave the surrounding guys to you. I'll defeat the Skill-Stealing Type."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mumei couldn't help but ask in surprise. "You're not good at dealing with those skill-based opponents, right?"

After all, Fang Li was a complete amateur in combat, only knowing how to kill.

Fang Li was able to win the battle with Kurusu Kunoichi entirely because of the sharpness of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception.

Otherwise, without the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception to capture the Death Lines, Fang Li would never have been able to see through Kurusu Kunoichi's swordsmanship, nor could he have killed Kurusu Kunoichi's weapon at the end and won.

And the Skill-Stealing Type in front of him was likely to be even stronger than Kurusu Kunoichi, definitely not weaker.

Fang Li was indeed not good at dealing with this kind of skill-based opponent.

"So, this time, I'll use stats to suppress it!"

With all stats increased by 10 points, Fang Li's STR (Strength) and VIT (Endurance) were no longer weaker than those of the Kabane.

And Fang Li's best stat, AGI (Agility), had reached 16 points, which was much stronger than that of ordinary Kabane.

Coupled with the Killer skill's increase in attack speed and movement speed, Fang Li could completely suppress his opponent with stats.

Thus, Fang Li abruptly stomped on the ground, his figure transforming into a blurred black shadow as he darted towards the Skill-Stealing Type that had raised its steel sword.

"Aaaaaaaah————!"

The Skill-Stealing Type issued a long howl, the steel sword in its hand descending like a raging gale, cleaving down on Fang Li, who had surged right in front of it.

However, almost at the same instant, Fang Li's feet tightened, his momentum suddenly shifting as he veered to the side.

"Bang————!"

The descending steel sword missed its mark, striking the ground directly and shattering a small chunk of it.

In that split second, Fang Li, having flashed to the side with incredible speed, stomped on the ground once more, his ghostly figure transforming into a gale as he rushed to the Skill-Stealing Type's back.

The Skill-Stealing Type reacted immediately.

Unfortunately, the Skill-Stealing Type's speed was ultimately slower than Fang Li's.

Therefore, as the Skill-Stealing Type prepared to turn around and meet the attack, the fangs known as daggers were already unleashed in Fang Li's hand.

"Chi————!"

A cold light flashed, tearing through space and eliciting a sharp screech.

"Puchi————!"

In the next second, the deadly weapon pierced through the Skill-Stealing Type's heart, sinking into its back.

Victory ultimately belonged to Fang Li.

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