Chapter 943 - Clever Use of the Incorporeal Potion (1/2)

As soon as the Dark Zealot gave the order, the Mystic blinked over to within five meter of Nie Yan. With a flick of his wrist, his hands ignited with a ball of flames. His sword went ablaze as he let loose a slash.

“Die!” the Mystic shouted. Nie Yan’s name was invisible, but his level wasn’t. “Judgement Valley is no place for weak Level 156 trash!”

What frightening speed!

This attack speed was unprecedented three years ago. Even the Nie Yan of back then wasn’t this fast!

A scorching hot flame sword cleaved down.

Nie Yan hurriedly had Kalenna buff him with several blessings.

Gale Step!

With a flash of light, Nie Yan took advantage of the brief invincibility of Gale Step to retreat far back. A second slower and he would’ve been toast.

“Oh? Pretty quick. You’ve got a guardian angel too. But if you want to escape me, it won’t be that simple!” the Mystic blinked over, his flaming sword already cleaving down on Nie Yan.

BOOOM! Everything within a 10-meter radius was engulfed in an inferno.

As the flames reached his skin, Nie Yan activated Shadow Waltz and dashed out.

If not for the game sense and instinct Nie Yan built up before he quit, he would’ve been swallowed up by the flames. This attack speed was far beyond his imagination. He felt true danger for the first time.

So a Mystic could be this powerful!

Before the invincibility of Shadow Waltz wore off, the Necromancer had already summoned 30 skeletons to block Nie Yan’s path. The Dark Incantist buffed them, then threw out several curses at Nie Yan. However, none of them stuck. So, he immediately switched to magic attacks.

“You actually need our help to kill a Level 156 scrub? Fiendmark, are you still asleep? Come on, man!” the Necromancer chided.

Fiendmark was already annoyed that his curses were ineffective. The Necromancer’s snide remark only served to further infuriate him.

“Something is weird about this Thief. My curses don’t work on him!” the Dark Incantist said.

The Slayer shot forward like a meteor. A dexterity focused Slayer was the most potent killer, even more frightening than a Thief.

Nie Yan’s invincibility had just worn off, when he saw a torrent of slashes coming straight towards him. His heart trembled. The skeletons were blocking his path of escape! With a flick of his wrist, he switched out to Zennarde’s Sword and let out a deep roar.

Annihilation Slash!

10 flaming swords merged together in the air, then came cleaving down towards the ground.

BOOOM! The skeletons were obliterated.

The Necromancer looked in shock at the enormous sword. He quickly waved his staff as an enormous bone shield appeared in front of him. BANG! It was instantly destroyed, exploding into pieces. The remnant force from the attack struck his body, dealing 13,000 damage.

Even though the Necromancer had well over 30,000 health, he was still badly frightened by this attack. If it weren’t for his bone shield just now, he would’ve been killed! Wasn’t this Thief supposed to be only Level 156?

“What the hell! Are you sure he is a Level 156 Thief?” the Necromancer cursed.

“H-holy shit! I-it’s Nirvana Flame! That’s Zennarde’s Sword in his hand!” the Dark Incantist cried out in fright.

“Damn, you’re right! It is Nirvana Flame! I’m sure of it!” the Slayer cried out. He had closed in on Nie Yan, only to have all his attacks parried. He could hardly imagine an ordinary Thief pulling off such a feat. However, if he really was the Mad Rogue, everything made sense.

Three years ago, just the mention of his name would cause the players of the underworld to pale in fear. Stood he really before them today? Everyone was stunned.

“Fuck! Don’t just stand there you idiots! Kill him! What the hell are you afraid of? He’s just a Level 156 Thief, and his equipment is shit! Even if he is Nirvana Flame, so what? He is nothing but a washed up expert, a low level piece of trash! We have five on our side!” the Dark Zealot cried out. The five of them had an average level of 183. Yet they were scared of a Level 156 Thief. If word got out, they would be laughingstocks!

The four players snapped back to their senses. They might be facing Nirvana Flame, but he was still only a Level 156 Thief. Not to mention he hadn’t played in years, so his skills had probably deteriorated.

“We kill him today and record it! When we post the video online, the whole world will see that the Mad Rogue is nothing more than trash!” the Slayer exclaimed, his eyes flashing with a cruel light. The dual blades in his hands turned into streaks as he sent out 10 slashes flying towards Nie Yan.

A washed up expert? Trash? Nie Yan’s anger boiled. Even though he hadn’t logged on in three years, his honor couldn’t be besmirched! Want to kill me? It won’t be that easy!

Nie Yan knew that killing these five people today was impossible. He simply wasn’t strong enough. They were clearly no strangers to PvP, and their teamwork was excellent. Not to mention they were far higher level than him. Even a trump card like the Annihilation Slash only dealt 13,000 damage to the Necromancer, to say nothing of the others.

Nie Yan’s eyes flashed with a cold light as he noted down the faces of the five in his head.