As the Level 3 Wizard fell, a figure appeared behind him—it was Eight-Armed Skeleton A Nan.
A Nan dragged an oversized, homemade Long-Handled Bone Hammer in one hand. Just now, he had lightly tapped the Level 3 Wizard on the head with this nearly three-meter-long bone hammer, shattering the latter's hope of destroying the Magic Puppets.
After taking down the Level 3 Wizard with one blow, A Nan glanced at the approaching Magic Puppets. The golden flames in his eye sockets flickered slightly with longing—like someone who had trudged through winter snow for half a day and spotted a steaming beef soup shop by the road, or someone who had walked beneath the scorching summer sun for half a day and spotted a stall selling chilled sour plum juice.
And neither the beef soup nor the sour plum juice cost money.
Who could resist that? But sensing the Lich Old Man's tense, guarded gaze, A Nan ultimately held himself back. The golden flames in his eye sockets surged a few times before he turned around, dragged his Long-Handled Bone Hammer, and moved toward another target.
An injured Level 2 Wizard was huddled in a corner, carefully casting an Ice Spell in an attempt to freeze the wound on his shoulder. The next moment, he heard an unusual sound behind him. Just as he was about to turn and take a look, he felt the entire world shake violently. His vision rapidly blurred, and his consciousness sank into darkness.
Still somewhat dissatisfied, A Nan swung his bone hammer and heavily struck the unlucky Level 2 Wizard several more times. Only after confirming that he was thoroughly dead did he approach another chosen target.
A Nan's fighting style was undoubtedly unusual. To Richard, it was somewhat like that of the legendary Master