"Oh, our poor 'Flower Slaughtering Hand,' hailed as Southwest Mountain's number one assassin, had now fallen into a deadlock. Facing that pathetic female ghost across from him, he seemed completely unable to move. His proud, astonishing one-step-one-kill assassination technique was now utterly incapable of breaking through his opponent's approach. Where are his teammates? Save him!"
At first, everyone had been puzzled as to why this format was cooperative and why they were being forcibly paired into teams.
Since when had the Martial God been so kind-hearted?
But when the scene before them unfolded, everyone understood.
"Oh, his poor teammate has also fallen into a deadlock. What terrible luck—a lord-class West Wood Ear Protozoa. Let me briefly explain. This thing is a specialty of some otherworldly swamp, and its characteristics are—"
"Boom!"
The powerful warrior's heavy punch struck the foul-smelling Mud Monster, only to be completely ignored.
The next moment, he clutched his severely corroded arm and hurriedly retreated.
"This thing is practically immune to most physical attacks. It can also absorb the essence of your flesh and blood to recover and reproduce itself. If you are not strong enough, do not approach it."
But by then, the Master of Ceremonies' malicious commentary was completely meaningless.
The moment the two "nightmare monsters" appeared, they charged straight at their respective nemeses, creating a rather subtle pair of one-on-one battles.
Yet this was actually more despairing than a one-on-one fight agreed upon from the start.
In a one-on-one battle, there was still the possibility of, "Yesterday's shadow? I've already surpassed it today."
But now, both men's nightmares had been drawn at their peak. If either of them failed to deal with his own nightmare in time, it would become two against one.
Deal with your own nightmare quickly, then go help your teammate?