Don't Heal the Others

Chapter 217 Master’s Meeting

Chapter 217 Master’s Meeting

“Chuu!”

A black arrow came through the sky. It was the attack from the Firestorm Tyrant. But the War Spirit Knife raised the shield and prevented it.

“Boom!”

The black arrow blew up, which made his shield shine. Because he used his defense skill, he just drew back a step and only lost a little HP. War Spirit Ziyi stood beside him, who was so nervous that he added a Holy Light Skill for him.

The attack range of Firestorm Tyrant was so large that no one could easily escape but to resist with their HP. Fortunately, War Spirit Knife’s equipment was good enough and its defense was amazingly higher under Xiao Feng’s buff. Thus, it was not hard for him to block the attack.

“Swish!”

At the same time, a cold light was looming behind Xiao Feng. It was Senbon Zakura who was coming sneakingly and aimed at Xiao Feng too.

“Ding!”

“Block!”

Similarly, Si Yejing was secretly moving too. With the clear sound of “block”, a dagger stopping a short knife, and his eyes met with Senbon Zakura’s, a glimmer flashing away.

“Alas! You, a priest, have so many enemies. You are a disaster.”

Han Feng shouted because he was affected and he even regretted to stay so close to Xiao Feng. Now many top players were staring at this direction.

While Han Feng kept shouting out loud, he didn’t forget to react. While retreating to draw the distance by exerting the Swift Wind Steps, he raised his arm to shoot two arrows successively towards the sky.

However, one of them turned around in the mid-sky and flied towards the God of Thunder.

At this moment, amid the never-ending thunder bombing, the God of Thunder, constantly unleashing his skills at Xiao Feng, noticed the two arrows coming at him. He raised his head with face changed a little. With a teleporting skill, he vanished between the light that was produced by the arrows that had just rubbed his body.

“Miss!”

“Miss!”

The two ensuing damage notifications for parry rose from where the God of Thunder had disappeared.

“Sh*t! How can he dodge my 100% hit rate? This idiot must have opened the plug-in.”

Han Feng didn’t believe it and shouted. The 100% hit rate was one of the attributes of the Handguard, an immortal artifact he gained by the lucky draw machine. Now it was easily avoided by the God of Thunder?

Only Xiao Feng showed no surprise at this, for 100% hit rate was a merely theoretic term. At most, only when the skill or the attack of the target was locked could the hit be a success. In fact, for top masters, they were able to dodge the hit even if they were locked.

The reason was very simple. Imagining that a player attacked his opponent with a weapon that featured the striking distance of one meter, even with a 100% hit rate, the opponent wouldn’t be hit at the distance of two meters away.

Actually, God of Thunder just got away before being hit via the teleporting skill, making the two arrows targeted at him miss anyway.

However, even if there were many ways to dodge, it didn’t mean that attribute was just a label that had no substantial value. Because it was a piece of immortal equipment, there was no common way to dodge it, except for some uncommon ones, such as blocking.

Even Xiao Feng’s top predicting blocking or Alleria were of little help in dodging. The players had to confront it.

“Idiot! Let me see how you escape it this time!”

When Han Feng stayed in a distance, he suddenly looked back and stood still, and then he shot arrows into the sky madly.

“Chuu! Chuu! Chuu! Chuu...”

With more than a dozen arrows roaring, he activated the immortal equipment, sacrificed movement speed and greatly increased attack speed, making a dozen attacks in a few seconds.

Han Feng was a ranger, a hidden profession, which Xiao Feng knew little about how powerful he was and what skills he had. But he was sure that Han Feng’s profession didn’t need to aim before striking attack, for the attack could trace target automatically.

Sure enough, Han Feng shot his arrows randomly in the sky, but a dozen arrows suddenly turned back in midair, turned around and roared down.

The God of Thunder in the crowd was the fastest one to change his face, not knowing where this strange attack was from. And because he did not even find who hit him, he could only be beaten constantly.

But it was not the time to be distracted. The God of Thunder immediately retreated, and didn’t dare to take the attack, because he knew that now the Huaxia District’s players all got powerful buffs from the priest, and thus their attack power was very strong while he was just a mage wearing cloth armor with fully-added intelligence, whose defense and HP were weak like paper. If he didn’t manage to dodge the attack, he would definitely die.

The dozen arrows roaring from air were split into two, half tracking the God of Thunder, half locking Firestorm Tyrant on the other side.

Obviously, Han Feng came to realize that these two ranged DPS were the main threat, so he tried to suppress them.

Noticing a row of arrows coming at him as if they got eyes, Firestorm Tyrant turned his color on the face and retreated right away. For each arrow that fell down besides his feet brought a big explosion, followed by an impact wave that blew him away. In the meanwhile, his thought of retreating back was prevented by the huge number of the players of the Joint Theater, which made it even harder for him to move in the crowd.

But Firestorm Tyrant widened his eyes immediately, because he found that a row of arrows actually closely followed him to turn.

“F**k!”

Firestorm Tyrant cursed. But he had no time to delay and hastened to shoot at the arrows that followed him so closely.

Indeed, it was firing shot, for his arrows were much bigger. The arrows from a common archer were like little fingers while the black arrows of Firestorm Tyrant were as strong as two fingers.

Due to the much bigger size, the arrows of Firestorm Tyrant flied at a low speed, but the explosion property was very terrible with high damage and blowing effect of the impact wave.

At the moment, Firestorm Tyrant shot an arrow towards the arrows chasing after him. His strong thick black arrow collided with Han Feng’s accurately.

“Boom!”

Amid the violent explosion happening in the midair, Han Feng’s arrows were immediately blown up, most of which were gone. But there were still two like cockroaches, skirting the scope of the explosion and shooting at the Firestorm Tyrant.

And in a short distance, Firestorm Tyrant could only helplessly see himself be hit with no other way to escape.

“-103!”

“-109!”

Two appalling high three-digit figures indicating the damage rose above the Firestorm Tyrant’s head. While under Xiao Feng’s buffs, Han Feng’s attacking power reached a horrible number which reduced the half of the Firestorm Tyrant’s health bar. It meant that two shots could beat him dying and made him feel panic.

“Sh*t! I almost seckilled him! How come he didn’t strike the critical strike?!”

Han Feng cursed, but he could only see the Firestorm Tyrant flee and disappear in the crowd of the Joint Theater with regret. Enraged by this, he turned around and shot at the God of Thunder with two arrows, which made him withdraw too.

He actually suppressed two top ranged players by himself, who were known as the most powerful ones with the highest ranged DPS and famous masters among players of the Joint Theater.

“Hey! Which bastard is playing dirty tricks?!”

Suddenly, Han Feng jumped back and left. Then a dark shadow abruptly emerged, and the short knife in his hand stabbed in the air. It was Senbon Zakura who had suddenly shifted his target.

Senbon Zakura became invisible when his attack missed and moved sneakingly.

“Hey! If you are a man, then come under the sun and beat me! What are you hiding for?”

Han Feng shouted nonstop and yet kept quickly retreating until he almost got out of the defending range of the Huaxia District. He looked right and left sneakingly. Suddenly, he jumped up and shot instantly with his bow with 3 arrows on the string.

“Chuu, Chuu, Chuu!”

The three arrows were shot and yet didn’t fly away. Instead, they flew along an arc-shaped track after leaving the string and swirled around Han Feng, as if protecting their owner.

“Hey, hey, hey! Help! Someone is dying!”

Han Feng screamed at Xiao Feng now. Assassin was a natural bane of his profession, whom he couldn’t lock at all. The only way left was to call for help. When he was shouting, Senbon Zakura showed himself and unleashed an attack, which was blocked by Han Feng’ swirling arrows. He then came into sneaking moving again but his target was quite obvious, which was Han Feng.

However, at the moment, Xiao Feng encountered a more troublesome situation, and had no time to look after Han Feng at all.

Because the team made of a group of top players had broken through and came in. They were all top giants on the list of the theaters. They were all very strong, who were not only inconceivably equipped but also as powerful as top players. Then the Huaxia District was torn apart by them and they struck at Xiao Feng.

“Hold on! Do not retreat!”

“Help!”

“Master Healer needs help!”

A dozen of masters all came with a clear target–Xiao Feng. Though some of them were blocked by the coming Huaxia District’s players, there were still five or six players arriving in front of Xiao Feng.

“Hold on!”

War Spirit Knife cried. He held his shield with his hands, hid his whole body behind it under the attack of a white player and shouted.

Behind him was Xiao Feng, so he couldn’t step backwards at all. While Nicholas Tiezhu stood beside firmly him and was determined to fight till death. He was in a battle with another warrior. Though with Xiao Feng’s buffs, Nicholas Tiezhu was still in an unfavorable place.

Some players from Nicholas Tiezhu’s team surrounded a brown-haired Berserker who held twin blades. The brown-haired Berserker was extremely powerful and twirled with his twin blades like a big spinning top. One could only see the cutting of the blades, while the health points of those who besieged him were crazily reduced.

Nicholas Zhaosi behind was constantly striking damage. His scattering had reached almost perfection, which could attack 5 targets at one time. Had it not been for his confinement to those who had come near to Xiao Feng, they might have been able to meet with him.

“Coo, coo!”

A skinny and monkey-like player stepping on the shoulders of others came near at Xiao Feng with perfect agility. It was an ugly little black boy, 12 or 13 years old at most, carrying with an eccentric bent blade. He gave a similarly eccentric smile, and ran through the crowd like a flexible ape. Stepping on the War Spirit Knife’s shield, the boy leaped high towards Xiao Feng and began to slash at Xiao Feng with his bent blade.

“Ding!”

“Block!”

A dark shadow in the air emerged. She blocked the bent blade with a dagger in her right hand. And with the dagger in her left hand, she stabbed at the little black boy. It was Si Yejing.

It can explain why Si Yejing had failed to prevent Senbon Zakura because the situation was much more dangerous in this place which was crowded with too many players. There was no lack of masters. Obviously, almost the masters of the server had participated in this activity. Even by now, there were still at least half of them left.

Xiao Feng hadn’t taken any action by far. He only kept moving about while riding on Xiaoxue. He was seeking a view, and right after the buffs cooled down, he must make sure the buffs next round would cover more teammates. Because once the buffs came due, the Huaxia District’s players with no buff would collapse in one moment under the attack of an army 10 times of its size.

Besides, Xiao Feng was waiting for the chance for OTK. With no buff, the only means to seckill its rivals was the Hammer of Judgement. That’s why he tried to wait more players to walk into his skill range.