Five minutes into the fight in the arena, with the power of the black petals scattered through the air by the Rose Knight strengthening them and the super-status boost Lady Triss had given them, the raid team—whose coordination had become seamless after four practice runs—saw Lord Murphy's health bar drop to 28%.
Everyone moved with effortless precision. They had clearly adapted to the pace of a high-intensity battle against Murphy, and best of all, they were nearing the execution phase, yet not one of the forty players had died!
That meant Lord Murphy couldn't recover blood through executions. His midnight regeneration as a vampire couldn't keep up with the rate at which his health was dropping, either!
The whole fight had gone from a rookie raid team's fumbling attempts straight into the smooth rhythm of "a pro team carrying a client." Even against Murphy in his blood-starved state, the players could advance and retreat at will under the double golden buffs.
It was practically an art form. Everyone in the stands was captivated, and even the golden-rank powerhouses felt that Murphy was in grave danger.
"Should I go easy on the buffs when I apply them in a bit?"
Lady Shani sat beside Triss with a glass of red wine in hand. Triss wore an expressionless face, but Shani had keenly noticed her hands clenched into fists. Clearly, the Scarlet Witch was worried that her beloved Murphy might really be defeated by these foreigners.
So the Grand Duke of Thorns spoke in a low voice, but Triss immediately shook her head and said,
"If you don't want little Murphy to hate you, then follow the rules. This is a battle between him and the warriors he trained with his own hands. It's a sacred challenge, and no outside influence can