Although Giant Shark was reckless, everyone else remained levelheaded.
The moment the charge began, most of the forty challengers immediately started setting up their formation according to the battle plan.
The ranged players spread out, the psychics prepared to bind and control the field, the melee fighters charged, and the defense team rushed to claim advantageous positions and block the enemy's movements.
In the damn game True Otherworld, any boss with even a shred of intelligence didn't have a "threat meter." But thanks to its remarkably realistic physics engine, players could effectively limit their enemies through "collisions" and "kiting."
When a boss couldn't perform powerful "clipping attacks," footwork became especially important.
The top defensive players were all masters of footwork. Slippery evasive maneuvers, circling around obstacles—those were basic skills to them.
But today's boss fight was clearly different.
The shield tanks weren't in a hurry to engage. Instead, they escorted Master Yang, who carried a battle sword, toward the boss, ready to surround Lord Murphy through sheer technique.
However—
"What level are your techniques, anyway? You think you can fence with a master swordsman like me? It's a good strategy, but putting it into practice might be a little difficult, huh?"
Murphy watched the charging melee players and sneered inwardly.
Before Master Yang could reach him, the Governor struck a classic iaijutsu pose. The instant Giant Shark and Lezirin, those "senior and junior brothers," charged at him, Yama left its sheath!
"Midnight Assassin swordsmanship of the Thorn Clan · Secret Technique · Killing Intent Draw!"
"Swish!"
A crisscrossing X of blade light flashed. Murphy struck a stylish finishing pose, and Yama slid back into its sheath with a crisp click.
Giant Shark and A-Lin, standing before him, seemed to have been hit with a paralysis spell. Their charge was forcibly