Chapter 583: Draw Sword Technique
All twenty-nine puppets showcased their unique abilities, rushing towards Ling Zhan in unison!
Besides the endless swarm of bugs released by the Immortal Bug General...
The Cursed Knight hurled its cursed spear at Ling Zhan with fierce momentum!
The Soul Warrior, wielding a massive greatsword, leaped high to deliver a crushing blow of justice!
The Undead Centipede opened its disgusting, saliva-dripping jaws, lunging to bite Ling Zhan!
There were also the Devouring Specter, the Revived Abomination, the Rotting Corpse King, and the Blood Corpse Dragon...
Each of these formidable puppets was a fallen opponent of Agnes, now her most loyal servants.
When all twenty-nine Level 99 puppets charged simultaneously...
The resulting force was utterly earth-shattering!
It was as if the heavens and earth were collapsing!
If not for the defensive formation personally set up by the Tier-4 mage gods, the audience around the stage would have surely been caught in the onslaught!
Every spectator's eyes were glued to the screen, fully fixated on the vivid images.
Ling Zhan's fans clenched their hands tightly, nervous sweat running down their backs!
"What will he do? There seems to be no way out!"
Some female fans were already shedding tears, unable to bear the hopeless scene.
After all, this wasn't just a small group of minions charging!
This was a collective charge of twenty-nine Level 99 puppet warriors!
No one could fathom how Ling Zhan could possibly counter it!
Rip open another spatial rift? But would that work? Most likely not!
No matter how strong you are, you are still just a Level 70 non-specialist. Swallowing a single Devourer Worm with a spatial rift was already an incredible feat.
Trying to use the same tactic on all these puppets would be utterly ineffective!
Then what should he do?
In this moment, countless spectators, even national army officials, were all anxiously concerned for Ling Zhan!
In stark contrast, the evil organization's followers were in high spirits, many shouting in excitement!
Finally, someone had arrived who could discipline this non-specialist!
The previous saints and heirs hadn't even come close!
It took someone as disgustingly powerful as the Bloodhammer Guild's Saintess to achieve this!
"No need to watch any further; this non-specialist is about to lose for sure!"
John Li of the Demon Arrival Organization smiled calmly.
Even he would need to take Agnes' assault extremely seriously—a single mistake, and he could fall.
Let alone this non-specialist?
The other saints and heirs nodded in agreement.
Clearly, they acknowledged John Li's conclusion.
Was Ling Zhan really out of options!?
Sniping skills... useless!
Throwing weapons... useless!
Summoning... useless!
Minor traps... even more useless!
At this moment, everyone who knew Ling Zhan was desperately running through all his abilities in their minds!
Only to despairingly realize there were no tricks left!
To everyone, Ling Zhan's only option now was to rely on his unparalleled movement skills and mobility to survive!
Facing the seemingly unstoppable charge, the Thousand Mechanisms Ring in Ling Zhan's hand transformed into a slender, pure white sword.
At this moment, there was neither panic nor fear in Ling Zhan's heart—just an unending calmness.
Facing imminent peril.
His heart remained as cold and unmoved as an eternal snowy field.
These mere puppets were hardly deserving of such emotions!
Even if all of these puppets were at Level 100, Ling Zhan wouldn't have so much as furrowed his brow!!
Ling Zhan slightly bent his knees, his body tense like a drawn bow!
He was ready to draw the sword!!
'Blood Sacrifice,' activated!
'Precision,' activated!
'Poison Coating,' activated!
'Strength Source,' activated!
'Critical Strike,' activated!
'Annihilation,' activated!
'Piercing Thorn of Death,' activated!
'War Cry,' activated!
'Weapon Blessing,' activated!
'Absolute Focus,' activated!
'Death Aura Sword Qi,' activated!
'Berserk,' activated!
Dozens of buffs enveloped Ling Zhan at this very moment!
His skin began to burn!
Visible white vapor poured off him, rising into the air!
Ling Zhan seemed like a terrifying nuclear bomb filled with apocalyptic power!
The commanders of various nations' armies and the high-level figures of the evil organizations stared, eyes wide open, at the figure cloaked in black flame, steam billowing off his body!
The Dark Night Empress, born of the Golden Crow Tribe, witnessing this scene, could only shake her head in awe!
"Agnes... is going to lose!!"
The moment she spoke.
Even Agnes on the stage seemed to sense something. Her grotesque stitched-together face showed a look of sheer terror!
Ling Zhan exhaled a heated breath.
The twenty-nine Level 99 puppets had already closed in!
Finally, the young man's eyes opened, his taut body now upright!
In the next second...
A resounding sword clang echoed across the sky!!
A pure white arc of sword energy shot out, stunning all spectators!
'Draw Sword Technique!'
No unnecessary movements, no flashy build-up.
This move—imbued with countless buffs, a favorite among swordsmen, one used even by high-level warriors—was now on full display!
All twenty-nine fierce Level 99 puppets registered a red alert in their minds!!
A powerful sense of impending death flooded their cores!
They were going to die!
They would die, die again, without a doubt!
Unlike Agnes, they couldn't use a rotting body to ignore attacks!
And so, under everyone's stunned gaze...
The twenty-nine puppets turned around and tried to retreat!!
Trying to retreat now was too late!!
'Draw Sword Technique.'
This skill, loved by swordsmen, was admired for its simplicity and optimized efficiency.
Draw the sword, kill the enemy.
And the speed of drawing depended on your attack speed.
Even if the skill's multiplier was only 150% at F-rank.
Many high-level swordsmen still favored using it.
If your drawing speed was fast enough, your opponent wouldn't have a chance to evade.
If they managed to evade, it could only mean one thing.
Weren't fast enough!!