New Wheelchair vs. Old Wheelchair

Sword Saint Gapar was the name of the senior disciple Leon had apprenticed under.

Decades ago, Jia Paer's strength reached the Saintly level. Now, no one knows what his strength is or whether he has touched the legendary realm.

Because—he went into seclusion.

His reason for retiring was that he wanted to become a magician.

According to Jia Paer himself, swordsmen always have to be at the forefront of every battle, and they are always covered in sweat, blood, and some unknown liquid after the fight. They also have to train hard and sweat profusely every day. It's not dignified at all!

Mages are still elegant enough. They can unleash devastating magic with a wave of their hand by simply chanting spells from behind. Once their magic is exhausted, they have a legitimate reason to lie down on the ground. No one will look down on them even if they don't exercise. After all, mages should be gentle and weak. Is there a more elegant profession than this?

No! No one understands mages better than me Jia Paer!

Whenever he was covered in sweat from close combat, he would think how much better it would have been if he had chosen to become a mage.

Why didn't he practice magic sooner?

It's a bit embarrassing to talk about, because his wife didn't like magicians.

His wife admired his swordsmanship and held a prejudice against magicians, believing they weren't manly enough. It wasn't until her death that Jia Paer revealed his ambition: he was going to practice magic!

However, tragedy struck. Due to "professional adaptation," his body had transformed into the shape of a swordsman, unable to contain even a trace of magic, and he couldn't even learn the most basic ignition technique.

Disheartened, the Sword Saint Gapar retreated to the mountains.

Someone once asked him, "Your wife is just an ordinary person, and you are far more powerful than her. Can't you be a little more assertive and not care about her opinions?" He replied, "You're powerful, so you're in charge! If she dares to object, just beat her up!"

Jia Paer's reply was, "Get lost. Why would I have married her if I didn't care about her? Do you think I'm afraid of women?"

The person who asked the question was later beaten up, and reportedly looked quite miserable.

Regardless, when Leon arrived with the Tear Drop Larva, Jia Paer was so moved that tears streamed down his face, and he personally trained the Strategy Team for seven days and seven nights.

Leon was unwilling to recall what happened during those seven days, and only his stronger physique and superb swordsmanship proved that he had indeed survived the training.

Jia Paer did not accept the Tear Drop Larva because it was a first-clear exclusive, only available to those who cleared the dungeon for the first time.

He wanted to do it himself, to create his own Tear Drop Larva!

Jia Paer had originally planned to return with Leon and the others, but an emergency occurred before their departure, forcing them to postpone the trip.

This delay has lasted for so many days, and it still hasn't arrived. But no one is worried about him, after all, he's very strong.

Leon stared intently at the avatar opposite him, then made an unexpected move.

He actually bowed to the Avatar of Soul Five!

His training with the Sword Saint taught him humility and respect for his opponents; he would always bow in respect before a fight, even if it was just a formality.

Even though Avatar of Soul Five was rushing over while he was bowing!

Leon's forehead veins bulged, a hint of anger rising within him. He was indeed still not skilled enough in cultivation and couldn't control his temper.

"Forget it, there's no point in lecturing you on etiquette."

He casually unleashed a sword aura, which was shaped like a crescent moon and was quite solid, capable of cutting through even hard rocks!

He dodged it with a somersault.

However, when he stood up, Leon's sword was already gleaming above his head!

Leon actually covered a distance of nearly a dozen steps in an instant?

"Bang!"

A spark flashed, and the avatar quickly raised its left shield to block the attack. Just as its right hand was about to launch an attack, it was kicked in the stomach, causing it to stagger backward.

"I won't give you a chance to fight back," Leon pressed his advantage, his straight sword wielding with fierce power, truly not giving his avatar a chance to retaliate.

When he first met Tamaguchi, he was caught off guard and didn't know what to do. Afterwards, he kept replaying the scene in his mind, so he wouldn't make that kind of silly mistake again.

Since we're going to fight, let's combine our attacks and kill the avatars in one go!

However, the armor Avatar of Soul Five was quite bulky, so its defense was naturally not bad.

He withstood Leon's attacks and unleashed the forbidden Weapon Skill —Ring Take!

Just like when he took down the mage Delu while braving the attacks of the Strategy Team, he is now using the same old trick again.

"Snort,"

Leon narrowly dodged the attack with a backstep. In a normal battle, he should have taken advantage of the opponent's recovery animation to close the distance.

However, can a battle involving the acquisition of the ring truly be called a battle?

Absolutely not, absolutely not!

Seeing the avatar unleash over a dozen sword strikes in a mere instant, Leon initially tried to resist with his refined swordsmanship, but it was all in vain.

His accumulated swordsmanship was like a clay chicken or a tile dog in front of Tamatori.

Realizing this, a sense of unwillingness surfaced in Leon's eyes. He turned around abruptly and made a decisive choice—to run!

He turned and ran, abandoning the fight altogether, and quickly ran to the edge of the prison, circling his avatar.

This action left even the avatar stunned for a second.

This isn't right, is it? How come he even stole my signature move?

Learn your opponent's tactics actively and without shame. When you defeat your opponent with their signature move, they are the ones who should feel ashamed! — Sword Saint Gapar

The avatar naturally chased after them, and the two began running laps around the circular Sealed Prison.

"Swish swish——"

Flying Dagger kept attacking Leon, but it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and he could deflect every Flying Dagger that was about to hit him, completely ignoring the others.

No matter how much the incarnation provoked him, he simply ignored it and kept running.

If the incarnation had more self-awareness, it would be trembling with anger right now, but what would make it even angrier was yet to come.

Perhaps wanting to change strategy, the Avatar of Soul Five suddenly stopped, shook its shield at Leon, and Leon's response was...

"Take this!"

Leon flicked his pouch, and a round prop flew straight toward the avatar.

This attack was so obvious that anyone could dodge it, including the avatar.

However, the prop hit the ground with a crisp sound, and a large cloud of yellowish-brown smoke suddenly exploded, with an indescribable odor assaulting everyone's noses!

It's Dung Pie!

The avatar was stunned again; this was the second time he had been stunned, and this time he was so angry that he was trembling all over.

How dare they throw Dung Pie at me!

He immediately grabbed his sword and shield and gave chase, a move that was exactly what Leon wanted.

"Sure enough, this Dung Pie, besides being disgusting, also attracts hatred," he smiled.

When Leon got the crafting recipe for the Dung Pie after clearing the Zane Dungeon, he was really upset for a long time. He couldn't understand why a jar full of history could be regarded as a rare purple light point, just like the Great Carian.

However, when he was encouraged by his friends to make one, he instantly understood.

This Dung Pie is disgusting!

If an enemy were to throw one of these things at you, even a saint would be furious and shake his beard, let alone an ordinary person.

In this world, the hidden mechanism of the Dung Pie is to attract a lot of hatred!

How should we define the extent of this "massive" amount? It's probably similar to killing the other party's entire family. If the other party has no family members, it's difficult to define.

Look, even though Avatar of Soul Five has no family, he's still furious.

"I'll kill you!" the avatar blurted out angrily, and ran with all his might. The speed he unleashed was even faster than Leon after his training, and he closed the distance between the two in just a few seconds.

I want to use Loop on him!

The avatar's eyes were filled with murderous intent. Just then, Leon suddenly turned around.

His empty left hand was now holding a crossbow that was already cocked.

Each crossbow bolt had a faint purple powder floating from its tip, revealing their identity—they were the reward that Si Telan had received: Beast Bone Hypnotic Arrow!

The avatar quickly raised its shield, but it was too late!

"Bang--"

The powerful penetrating force caused the hypnotic arrow to pierce through his armor, and the hypnotic substance on the arrowhead took effect immediately, causing the avatar to feel a sense of drowsiness.

However, a single shot was not enough to put the Avatar of Soul Five to sleep.

On the contrary, Leon was delayed in the marathon because of shooting, and was chased down and slashed more than a dozen times by the embodiment of anger, and wounds and blood immediately appeared on his body.

The terrifying aspect of Ring Take isn't actually that it can unleash dozens of strikes per second, because even high-level swordsmen can achieve the same level.

Its truly terrifying aspect lies in its rigidity.

Once a person takes ten hits, their body will stiffen, rendering them unable to escape, retaliate, or perform any other action.

This is how Yugi mechanics manifest in another world.

It's illogical, but it's interesting enough.

Isn't it enough that it's interesting? Who cares about whether it's reasonable or not!

Even though he was covered in blood from being hacked, Leon still managed to seize the opportunity during the opening of the ring attack. Before he was stunned after taking ten hits, he "thumped" to his knees and dodged the next attack.

The attack missed, and by the time the avatar tried to adjust its attack direction, Leon had already run away, loading arrows into his crossbow as he ran.

Broken!

A sense of danger arose in the avatar's weakened consciousness; he vaguely felt that he might have missed his only chance.

But something felt off. Why did Leon run so far away?

At such a distance, even if he could successfully put the avatar to sleep with the hypnotic crossbow, it would be too late by the time he arrived.

However, a few minutes later, everything became clear.

After countless hypnotic bolts struck him, Avatar of Soul Five successfully fell into a brief slumber, and the distance between Leon and him was at least five seconds' difference when running at full speed.

The hypnosis will be lifted within three seconds!

What should he do?

"I knew from the beginning that a fair fight with you using swordsmanship wouldn't work,"

A victor's smile appeared on Leon's face. He threw away his straight sword and instead drew two oddly shaped swords from behind his back.

The blade is curved, and it needs to be held with a reverse grip, which doesn't fit his usual fighting style.

Why did he choose to switch weapons at the crucial moment?

Because this weapon is called Backhand Sword.

"This battle is a gamble. Your Weapon Skill far surpass mine. If I am captured, I will surely die. My proud swordsmanship is utterly powerless against you."

Leon lowered his body and struck a pose that seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

"The Sword Saint taught me to embrace victory by any means necessary in battle, so I choose a different path,"

He finally remembered that his current posture was exactly the same as the "Swift Slash Avatar" he had encountered at the campfire.

"Weapon Skill: Swift Slash".

He softly recited the battle ash clinging to the Backhand Sword.

As the Swift Slash was activated, Leon instantly traversed a distance of five seconds, even appearing behind his avatar.

The surging sword energy exploded in the path he passed!

Soon after, the avatar fell at Leon's feet, its body gradually turning to ashes, but the Ringed Knight Straight Sword and the Black Knight Shield remained in place.

Leon didn't rush to claim his spoils. He looked at the ashes on the ground and muttered to himself:

"I finally understand, to survive in Sien, I have to use Sien's things,"

He seemed to have grasped the ultimate answer to the universe, and a smile appeared on his face.

Since we've already come to the illogical Zane Dungeon, sticking to common sense will only lead to our annihilation.

Ring of Life, Swift Slash, Sleep Crossbow—these are the ultimate answers to conquering this dungeon, all derived from the spirit of Sien.

He bent down to pick up the straight sword and shield, and a surge of information flooded his mind, teaching him how to use the power of cancellation.

Sword drawn, shield raised, sword drawn, shield raised.

Although I'm still a bit rusty, I've practiced it over a hundred times.

Finally, Leon used the cancel for the first time in his life.

"I've learned how to cancel!"

It's time to cut everything off.