As expected of Your Excellency Rom. Just seven strikes, and it seemed some critical point had been reached.
If he put this much effort into chasing down the Tyrant and hacking away, it was hard to imagine how much he'd accomplish.
In the blink of an eye, he'd witnessed a bud bloom in full.
Faced with a sky full of blood-red marks, Fu Qian still remembered to lavish praise on his opponent.
So that was the strategy. Not a single bit of effort wasted.
Even at a time like this, Your Excellency Rom had never lost his reason. He wasn't even willing to gamble, making the most of every card in his hand.
For instance, he really did know this place well. And he knew the administrator's weak points just as well...
[Sanity Value decreased by 1]
Though he'd dodged the spread of the crystals with pinpoint precision, Fu Qian still heard a new prompt by his ear at that moment.
This was clearly no longer just a matter of the crystals linking up and restricting his movements.
With the seventh strike, the special power that targeted the administrator's Sanity Value had completely become a fundamental property of this place. There was no avoiding it.
After all, unlike native transcendents, outsiders—regardless of their rank—theoretically had an extra instant-death bar.
And Rom, who knew this well, seemed to have accounted for it long ago.
The King of Prison Break in perfect condition? Theoretically stronger in combat? Famous for having an absurdly large health bar?
I'll just hide where you can't hit me. And this whole map has an unavoidable, unceasing instant-death ultimate charging up.
You're already immersed in the role, and the script has you cornered with nowhere to run.
You really couldn't underestimate any old hand.
Skilled