What on earth was going on?
Bai Qingxue, seated in the stands, stared intently at Cao Chenghua, repeatedly replaying that earlier strike in her mind.
No matter how she looked at it, Zhao Yueru should have blocked it. Yet somehow, Cao Chenghua's sword had appeared in a completely different position when he swung.
It was practically like a demonic sword.
Zhao Yueru was equally confused, unable to understand what had happened. However, she no longer had time to think about it.
Cao Chenghua's strike dealt 1,241 damage. Zhao Yueru, who had not had much HP left to begin with, was instantly reduced to critical health, with just over 470 HP remaining. She could no longer withstand another attack from Cao Chenghua.
Magic-class players had weak defenses, low Strength, and mediocre Agility. Once a Berserker got close to them, it was a tragedy.
Acting on instinct, Zhao Yueru cast Flame Ring. This instant-cast spell sent a scorching ring of fire spreading outward, knocking back enemies around her.
Cao Chenghua showed no fear and swung his sword again.
With a boom, Cao Chenghua's Ironcutter greatsword cleaved through the ring of fire. Still, his body was forced back a step, interrupting his offensive.
Seizing the chance, Zhao Yueru retreated while casting Frost Arrows at him.
"Trying to run? Then die here!" Cao Chenghua shouted, charging through the Frost Arrows as he swept his sword at Zhao Yueru.
Zhao Yueru raised her staff to block again.
This time, Zhao Yueru fixed her eyes firmly on Ironcutter's trajectory. Her entire focus was devoted to that greatsword.
Just as Ironcutter was about to strike Zhao Yueru, she swung her staff with both hands to block it.
Yet Cao Chenghua revealed a faintly mocking smile and brought his sword down with force.
The strange scene happened again...