Back at the Temporary Laboratory, Chen Yi bit down on a strip of cloth and had Fire Dragon remove the bullet from his arm.
Fire Dragon, who did not even blink when killing other players, hesitated to make a move.
"If you don't do it, I'll hurt for longer."
"Don't worry. With the ring, I probably won't pass out from the pain."
It would have been better if Chen Yi had not tried to reassure her. The moment he did, Fire Dragon's arm began to tremble slightly.
Seeing Fire Dragon's trembling arm, Chen Yi panicked a little as well.
Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary. Fire Dragon's Claw Swipe was still steady and swift.
Once the bullet was removed from his arm, the potion finally began to take effect slowly.
After giving himself a simple bandage,
Chen Yi got up to treat Fire Dragon.
Some of the players' attacks seemed to have been poisoned, so the wounds needed to be cleaned. As for detoxifying the poison inside her body, they could only find another solution. For now, she would have to hold on with potions.
Some were undead-type attacks, leaving the areas around the wounds grayish white.
Fortunately, those powers had already become rootless.
Recalling the Holy Light Spells he had seen before, he clumsily constructed their framework in his mind.
Holy Light Spells truly were the most effective against undead and necromantic systems. Though he was unfamiliar with them, their effects were still quite good.
"Perhaps we need to find some healing methods..."
Chen Yi and Fire Dragon were both in poor condition, but they did not leave the camp to rest.
That was because it was the Rōnin Players who should be afraid, not them.
If Chen Yi left with Fire Dragon, the prestige he had just established would