Chapter 1215 A way to reach level 3 Godhood instantly
The battle within the golden house raged on. Gaya, with her bow drawn, was a whirlwind of lethal grace. She maneuvered through the adventurers, her arrows finding their marks with deadly accuracy.
"Come on, you slowpokes! Is that all you've got?" she taunted, dodging an axe swing from a burly dwarf. "I thought you lot were supposed to be tough!"
Her opponents, fueled by rage and desperation, responded with a barrage of attacks and a stream of curses.
"We're gonna tear you apart, you arrogant bitch!" shouted a human warrior, swinging his sword with fury.
"Get her! She can't take us all!" an elf yelled, firing arrows in rapid succession.
Meanwhile, Michael and Elrion's duel had escalated. Michael, displaying exceptional combat skills, parried and countered Elrion's strikes with a fluidity that seemed almost supernatural.
"Nice try, but you're going to have to do better than that!" Michael taunted as he sidestepped a powerful thrust and retaliated with a series of fast punches.
Elrion, undeterred by Michael's prowess, responded with a blend of disciplined swordplay and tactical strikes. "I will not falter in the face of arrogance," he declared, his blade moving in swift, calculated arcs.
Despite Elrion's skill and determination, Michael's agility and combat expertise gave him the upper hand. Each exchange between them was a testament to their abilities, a dance of blades and fists that left the onlookers in awe. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Observing the chaos, Lysandra remained stoic, her eyes tracking every movement. She was ready to intervene if necessary but for now, she chose to watch, her expression unreadable amidst the battle.
The longer Michael fought and played with Elrion, the more badass points he received. On the other hand, the adventures who failed to even make Gaya and Michael shed even a drop of blood began to shout in frustration.
A tall, muscular human with a scarred face and heavy armor swung his sword in a wide arc, missing Gaya by inches. "Damn it! Stand still, you slippery bitch!" he bellowed, frustration clear in his voice.
An elf with sleek, dark hair and light leather armor loosed arrow after arrow, each missing its target. "Son of a... How can she dodge everything?" he cursed, his fingers moving swiftly to nock another arrow.
"By the stones, I'll chop you into pieces! Just let me land one good hit!" growled a stout dwarf, his beard braided and his face red with anger, swung his axe furiously.
But suddenly, Michael's casual smile on his face froze. Then, before Michael could even react, the rooftop of the golden house crashed down with a massive explosion that sent everyone flying away. The force of the explosion was big enough for even Michael to go flying like a kite without the anchor in the storm. At that moment, the smoke and debris shrouded the house, blocking the view of everything. Through the smoke, gaya growled and tried to stand up. However, a large chunk of debrief pinned her down. Despite her raw strength, she couldn't lift it up to escape. "Argh... get off..." she growled, exerting all her might to move the debris, but it wouldn't budge.
Around her, the aftermath of the explosion was grim and devastating. Gaya's eyes scanned the area, revealing a harrowing scene. Several adventurers lay motionless, their bodies twisted in unnatural angles, a testament to the explosion's brutal force. Some were barely recognizable, covered in dust and blood, their armor shattered and torn.
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