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Clearly, the explosive power was not enough to inflict more damage on the Skeleton Lord; the explosives were ultimately too weak.
Everyone seemed to understand this. Each explosive used meant one less available, and there was no way around it. However, if they had more explosives, perhaps the situation would have been different. Duan Shuai had used up a circle of explosives, but the damage dealt to the Skeleton Lord was still minimal.
"This won't do; we need stronger firepower. This skeleton should be afraid of the intense heat of flames, but the explosives aren't causing significant harm. We must find a way to generate a larger flame to succeed."
"What do you think about setting a trap?" someone suggested.
"How do we do that? Some areas here have geological features made of emerald, and we could use bombs to blast through that layer. Or we could lure it to that spot and use the explosion's force to keep it in place. I still have some incendiary devices; we can gradually build up the flames. What do you think of this strategy?" another person proposed.
Here, his cleverness finally came into play. Duan Shuai continued, "Well, I think this strategy has several unstable aspects. First, someone must attract the skeleton's attention, and regardless of what others are doing, the skeleton won't let go of its target. It's difficult to throw explosives using just human strength, so we need to get closer. Both approaches carry high risks. The Detonator-shaped explosives are even more powerful than High-Explosive Bombs; I'm afraid this might not yield effective results. If any problems arise midway, our safety will be at risk."
The discussion went on for a while, and during this time, the Skeleton Lord regained its composure and slammed down with a fist, shaking the ground beneath them.
The three were somewhat frightened and looked up to see a pair of resentful eyes staring at them. They hadn't realized it had gotten so close, and its appearance was terrifying. That punch had cracked the ground; no one could match its strength.
As it approached, several people quickly gathered their wits. Freyr stepped forward and charged in, wielding Dual Daggers with fierce intent as he swiftly aimed for the skeleton's head.
"Buddha's Cloud Slash!"
This was a technique he had gradually honed through practice. The attack surged forth with newfound clarity, making his blade shine brilliantly. The momentum of the attack left everyone in awe; it was originally a penetrating slash, but now with an additional dagger in hand, he struggled to combine his moves due to distraction. However, this did not diminish his effectiveness; if the powers couldn't merge into one, they would simply manifest as two forces.
With Gene Lock's third stage released and Ability Time's Bond amplified sixfold, his speed expanded further. With six times the surprising strength, his lethality intensified as he brought both Dual Daggers down simultaneously.
“Bang!”
With a force like a heavy weight pressing down, the skull's head shook violently. Under the momentum of the attack, the bones trembled even more, and the massive black-purple skull began to deform slightly. The figure that had fallen from above was struck down by the Skeleton Lord's hand and slammed onto the ground.
A roar echoed swiftly, a tremendous bellow spreading out like a thunderclap. The three felt a deep pain in their ears, unsure if their eardrums had ruptured, as they sensed liquid flowing out from their ears.
The surrounding environment seemed to quiet down considerably. No one knew how to communicate in such a complex situation. Meanwhile, a black-purple fist came crashing down with tremendous force, aimed directly at Freyr's position.
“Ah, that hurts!”
Freyr shook his head and got up from the ground after a brief rest. However, when he looked up, he saw a fist descending dangerously close to him, stirring a wave of emotion within him.
He shouted, unleashing a surge of power from within. His speed increased sixfold, so fast that others could barely see him, and the Skeleton Lord likely thought the same.
Then he returned to his original position and struck down with his Dual Daggers.
The sound of slicing through the air came rushing in, causing the Skeleton Lord to scream even louder. To Freyr, the world felt eerily quiet; this situation turned out to be advantageous for him. After his eardrum completely ruptured, he felt no fear—his attacks became even more ferocious.
However, the hardness of the skeleton's skull had reached an entirely new level, surpassing even the hardest metals on Earth. Because of this, despite multiple strikes, all he managed to inflict on the Skeleton Lord were pain and fear as it swung its fists like a violent storm.
The scene appeared chaotic, but to Freyr, it felt like watching an eight-times-slowed movie. Such attacks couldn't hit him; he suddenly moved his feet and ran along the Skeleton Lord's arm, taking advantage of the momentum to unleash a flurry of attacks.
“Quick Draw Slash!”
"Continuous Slash!"
"Demon Wheel!"
The attack, launched with newfound courage, continued relentlessly. To an ordinary swordsman, these moves seemed quite typical, yet at that moment, their true power was unleashed. Indeed, when speed reaches such heights, even the simplest attacks can penetrate with the force of countless Feathers striking against the body.
Gaps began to flicker at the joints of the arm, and if the momentum continued to build, it would surely sever the arm. One could imagine how frustrated the Skeleton Lord must be; under such relentless assault, every strike targeted his blind spots.
In another instance, the Skeleton Lord thrust his fist directly into himself. The strategy employed by Freyr was remarkably effective; the opponent's momentum surged forward while Freyr moved with agility.
Meanwhile, two figures were approaching from the side, each carrying a bundle of explosives. Their movements were somewhat slow, and although they couldn't communicate verbally, their actions mirrored the previously devised strategy perfectly.
Freyr glanced down at the ground and noticed two silhouettes drawing closer. Just as he thought this, a sudden realization struck him. He nodded slightly and then turned away, his figure swiftly descending into the shadows.
(Chapter End)
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