Shi Feng’s clone exploded into action, startling the previously indifferent crowd.
Because the Flame Thunderstorm unleashed by Shi Feng’s clone was immense in its thunder and fire, its oppressive pressure even a notch stronger than the Shadow Panther King’s.
Not to mention those who had to face the Flame Thunderstorm.
“No!” Some people screamed in terror at the approaching thunder-fire attack and tried to run away.
However, the Flame Thunderstorm covered a full 5-yard radius and came down extremely quickly. They had no time to escape and could only watch helplessly.
Those who had survival skills activated them: Assassins used Wind Walk, Swordsmen used Parry, Berserkers used Block. Those whose survival skills were on cooldown were all devoured by the thunder-fire.
Those without survival skills and low HP perished directly, causing four members of the Martial Alliance to die instantly. The survivors all breathed a sigh of relief.
“Heh, kid, you’re dead now. Prepare to die!” The level 9 Berserker, Wuxingshu, looked at Shi Feng’s clone with a contemptuous smile, swung his greatsword, and performed a Cleave.
The other survivors also used their burst skills and attacked Shi Feng’s clone.
Shi Feng’s clone suddenly smiled, made no attempt to block, and instead used Earth Splitting Slash, striking out with his sword.
Seeing Shi Feng’s mad behavior, the Martial Alliance members were dumbfounded—was he trying to die together with them?
The Earth Splitting Slash was extremely powerful. Those who came attacking were caught off guard; instantly two with low HP were hit by the sword energy and died, three became low HP, and only Tiejian Kuangshi and Wuxingshu still had more than half health.
However, Shi Feng’s clone was also hit by the crowd’s skills. His HP kept dropping, seemingly about to hit zero.
“What a lunatic. But I’ll take your equipment.” Wuxingshu looked at Shi Feng’s dark-colored equipment, his eyes full of greed.
This mysterious swordsman had attacked them and killed many, so he must be a big red name. If he died, he might drop all his equipment. Moreover, both Swordsmen and Berserkers wore plate armor; there were very few equipment pieces restricted to specific classes now, so perhaps a few usable pieces would drop.
Tiejian Kuangshi also breathed a sigh of relief. The mysterious swordsman before him was very powerful. Without so many people ganging up, he might have been taken down quickly. However, during the fight, Tiejian Kuangshi felt a strange sense of familiarity but couldn’t recall why.
At that moment, Shi Feng’s clone smiled slightly at Wuxingshu.
Swap!
In the instant before the clone disappeared, the original switched places with the clone.
But no one noticed.
Shi Feng’s Abyssal and Silver Lake Light formed a storm that swept toward all the surviving melee players.
Sixteen sword shadows arrived in an instant, piercing the unsuspecting crowd.
Wuxingshu stared blankly at his HP rapidly dropping, his mind filled with shock and confusion. Wasn’t this mysterious swordsman supposed to be dead?
Why could he still attack him?
Moreover, the speed was such that even he couldn’t react.
Sixteen shadows from one sword—what kind of speed is this?
But what shocked Wuxingshu and the others even more was the damage. Even Wuxingshu, who had the highest defense and level, took over three hundred damage from a single strike. The highest even reached over five hundred. Wuxingshu’s total HP was only 840 points. Even at full health, he was one-shotted.
“You are Ye Feng?” Tiejian Kuangshi stared at Shi Feng, his eyes bloodshot, filled with unwillingness and shock. He truly hadn’t expected to be killed by Shi Feng again.
The reason he felt the mysterious swordsman was Shi Feng was because he was too familiar with this move.