As for the core area of the battlefield, Ed, adhering to the principle of achieving great results with minimal investment, began to act as a "newcomer":
The priests never targeted the chest or abdomen with their longswords; instead, each strike aimed directly at Motley's armpits, Adam's apple, ankles, face, or some less obvious spot.
Although Ed's attack was certainly dishonorable in practice, there are actually laws governing such matters.
After all, in martial arts stories from another world, the best way to break through external martial arts techniques like the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt is to find the so-called "weak point".
While the weak points might not be those less-than-ideal areas, Ed couldn't do anything about it. Since Motley covered most of his body in bark armor, he could only choose to attack the relatively vulnerable spots.
And coincidentally, the armor was exactly weak in those hard-to-explain areas, so Ed really can't be blamed for playing dirty tricks.
In the center of the battlefield, Motley casually knocked a player away, feeling his blood rushing to his head.
Did these twenty or thirty enemies really cause any real harm to him?
No.
But I think I really do have a bit of a red fever.
These priests used the standard swordsmanship of the Holy See of the Tree Worship Church, but they didn't attack the vital areas like the heart and abdomen taught in textbooks. Instead, they attacked places that wouldn't cause serious injury but would be quite embarrassing.
For the average person, attacking this part of the enemy's body is useless, because it is difficult to cause a fatal wound. Moreover, the opponent will immediately retaliate against vital areas after being hit, thus losing the advantage of initiative and numbers.
I have no idea what the person behind this was thinking, resorting to such a self-destructive tactic!
Isn't he afraid that he'll wipe out all of his puppets?
"Whoosh!"
Motley heard the sound of a longsword piercing the air and immediately twisted his body to dodge a long blade that was aimed at his crotch.
He stepped on the side of the longsword and broke it in two with a slight effort. A priest nearby let out a painful whimper.
Motley strode forward and delivered two consecutive kicks, the first breaking his neck and the second embedding him into the wall in the distance.
He turned around and saw a familiar face.
Yiden!
The lingering old ghost, for some unknown reason, has returned to its original state!
At this moment, the old priest, who had been covered in blood and gore just a minute ago, was now covered in countless Boston Ivy roots.
When Yiden was firing on all cylinders, she was like a piece of leech; once Motley touched her, he would immediately be stuck to her.
Although he could kill Yiden again in just a few breaths, the shameless guy manipulating everyone above would definitely take the opportunity to attack his vitals!
And Motley finally understood why the puppeteer, whose fingers were constantly dancing in the air, had chosen this method of attack.
Because he really can resurrect his puppets!
Yes, as long as the soldiers under my command can be resurrected, then exchanging death for wounding the enemy is not an unacceptable thing.
But Motley didn't believe it. He didn't believe that resurrection without cost existed in this world, and he didn't believe that anyone could slowly grind him down in this way, a method that was known for its defensive capabilities and vitality...
Then kill him first!
Looking around at the enemies who were closing in, Motley's bark armor began to rapidly converge towards his left hand, quickly forming a large hammer covered in rough bark.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Motley began to unleash his Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique like a spinning top, his target being the dog-skin plaster not far away—no, Father Yiden.
The hammer slammed into Yiden's body, and the old priest's seemingly boneless form immediately began to deform dramatically.
Yet, there was no trace of pain on his face. He continued to manipulate the Boston Ivy to wrap around Motley's left arm, attempting to control him and create an environment for others to attack.
But the Grand Knight Commander did not give him that opportunity.
As the Boston Ivy climbed up his forearm, Motley swung his left arm with all his might, and the giant hammer formed from the bark flew off along with the armor on his forearm, just like a boxer throwing off his gloves.
His arm, now stripped of its armor, looked exceptionally Fragility. A player immediately attacked from the side and rear, attempting to sever one of his arms, but was instead elbowed away by Motley, his fate unknown.
The exposed skin beneath the bark armor was quickly covered with new bark, giving the surrounding players no chance to harm him.
Seeing that the area around him had been cleared out by the chaotic hammering technique, Motley's fierce gaze turned to Ed above.
He pulled out the lance, still lodged in his abdomen and secured in place by bark armor to prevent the wound from worsening, and with a roar, hurled it at Ed was high above.
Let's see how you dodge this attack!
The lance, hurled with tremendous force, carried the surrounding air and hurtled straight toward Ed's face, about to pierce his head in an instant.
Ed showed no fear whatsoever, not even making a move to dodge; he merely slightly clenched his little finger, gathering the vines in a hidden spot.
This shocked Motley below. Faced with such an attack, he couldn't fathom how Ed could possibly survive it.
Just as the tip of the lance was less than a finger's width away from Ed's right eye, a flash of silver light suddenly burst forth from the lance. The lance then passed through Ed's body without any obstruction, transforming into a streak of light and flying towards the location where Xilǐ'er had been lying dead for a short while, was.
As the light faded, Motley awoke from his daze, staring in shock at Xilǐ'er, who was being resurrected.
Until just now, he thought there was only a tall, strong human inside the armor, and he never expected that something like this would happen.
Ignoring the rules, rising from the dead...
Motley considered a possibility and couldn't help but ask:
" Eternal Domain?!"
"Smack!"
Ed snapped his fingers:
"Congratulations on answering correctly! As a reward, you can have your favorite lance again."
As they were talking, Xilǐ'er's resurrection countdown had completely ended.
Xilǐ'er, who hadn't brought Radish, couldn't see himself in the mirror and was completely confused about what was happening. But looking at the chaotic battlefield before him, he easily spotted the one that looked least human:
"Monster, take this!"
Xilǐ'er roared, raised his gun, leaped up, and unleashed a rapid, torrential barrage of attacks on Motley.
The Grand Knight Commander felt utterly fooled. How could the spear have been harmless when it was embedded in his body, but malfunctioned when he tried to use it to attack?
He had no idea that Ed had been using tricks to keep the dying Xilǐ'er alive all along, just so he could humiliate him at this moment.