Hurley was dead.
It hadn't even managed to reach forty kills before losing the sixth five-man team's challenge.
The result was only natural. Not only were the first twenty-five brothers skilled and crazy enough, but they also knew they were cannon fodder sent in to soften the enemy, and they didn't complain. It was like a shadow priest who'd activated "Madness Beyond Redemption" going berserk and insisting on dealing maximum DPS before dying, just to prove his worth.
In short, thanks to the Winning Wine and the Last Stand Pact, a perfect pair for "scraping out a few lousy points," by the time the sixth squad's Meow Brother led his four brothers onto the battlefield, Lord Hurley's absurdly long health bar had already been cut to below twenty percent.
Hey, we started the fight in the execution phase!
All the hardships we'd endured growing up in Transia were finally behind us. When had we ever fought a battle this comfortable?
What's more, to honor the twenty-five brothers who'd gone to their deaths, Meow Brother entered the battle wielding the Cold Night Blade. His current stats were nowhere near enough to activate the conditions for using this famous blade, but it was at least sharp and sturdy enough to be one of the few divine weapons at this stage that could stand up to the Vam Executioner head-on.
Meow Brother's combat skills were already among the best of the players. Only a weapon master like him could keep pace with Hurley for a short time, and after drinking the Winning Wine and burning through his life force, he even gained the upper hand.
There wasn't much more to say.
The four Tribune Champions, all fellow veterans of weapon combat, unleashed everything they had. Before Meow Brother "burned himself to death," Linbei