Wuuu!
Charlemagne hurriedly staggered backward to build distance between her and Shu Yichao, fearing that the latter would follow up with other attacks. Her head was ringing so much that it felt like a thousand people were arguing inside her.
She wiped her face and found blood. Shu Yichaoâs fist had nearly bashed her face in.
âWhatâs with that fellow?!â
Charlemagne was certain that Shu Yichao was late to react to her assault.
Rather, it felt like he had positioned the red-tasseled spear in advance to seal off her attack before doing a slight twist to redirect her force elsewhere, causing her to stagger forward. Then, he swiftly released his spear and sunk his fist into her faceâŠ
And all of these were performed through sheer instincts.
Just how many life-and-death battles has this fellow fought?! How can someone who looks like heâs only fifteen possess such adept skills?
Is this trial⊠really a trial?
No, it canât be!
Charlemagne was further shaken up.
After knocking Charlemagne back once, Shu Yichao grabbed his red-tasseled spear once more and slowly approached her like a hunter trying to take down a tiger alone.
He was not worried about Charlemagneâs stats being higher than his.
A boss, no matter how long their health bar was, would only be whittled down if one could outmaneuver them. This boss had clearly taken that into account, judging by the bossâ superior agility and the lack of a fixed attacking pattern.
This meant that this battle was highly demanding on the playerâs reaction and experience. Furthermore, the bossâ life bar was short, which made it seem like a true showdown.
This is fantastic!
Shu Yichao didnât rush to attack. He knew that he needed to control the tempo of the battle, so he chose to focus on defending and counter attacking for the time being.
âGAHHHH!â
Charlemagne refused to give up and launched another attack. Her sword reflected a cold light that brightened up the dim cathedral.
However, Shu Yichao leisurely dodged Charlemagneâs furious onslaught, not receiving the slightest damage at all.
âHow can this be?!â
Charlemagne couldnât believe her eyes. She could tell that her strength and speed were superior to Shu Yichao, and she was a veteran who often fought with the Holy Warriors to hone her skills.
Yet, it felt like she was punching into a bed of cotton fluff; her attacks fell short every time.
Somehow, Shu Yichao was able to unravel her attacks by exerting force from difficult angles, whether with a piercing attack or a flick, and from time to time, he would launch a furious counterattack to wound her.
Her back, thighs, and arms were covered with wounds of different depths, and they ached whenever she moved.
I canât continue like this!
Charlemagne leaped backward to create some distance between her and Shu Yichao. While gasping for air, she retrieved a golden bottle from her waist and gulped down its content.
âWoahââ Shu Yichao was bewildered. âIsnât it too much for the boss to have a second form?â
It made sense in a fantasy mod, but it was an overkill in a historical mod.
Name: Charlemagne (Berserk)
Melee Damage: 230-250 (Armor break)
Charge Bonus: 95-105
Armor: 80
Defense: 30
Speed: 250-300
Grar!
Charlemagneâs head was splitting, but at the same time, her mind was inexplicably clear. Everything moving before her suddenly slowed down, allowing her to perceive with sharpness like never before.
She felt a massive rush of excitement, but amidst it was a tinge of bloodlust that induced a strong desire to whip out her sword and draw blood.
âDie!â
Shu Yichao couldnât dodge her attack this time.
Bam!
He was smacked flying by Charlemagneâs scepter.
âHAHAHA!!!â Charlemagne laughed frenziedly as she watched Shu Yichao twirl across the ground. âWhatâs wrong? Arenât you the Scourge of God? Is that all youâre capable of?â
Charlemagne charged forth once more.
âWhat the fuck! Her speed is ridiculous!â
Shu Yichao used his rolls to offset his momentum and hurriedly leaped to his feet. Without any hesitation, he thrust his red-tasseled spear forth.
But this time, the red-tasseled spear was no longer elusive to Charlemagne.
Pah!
The scepter smashed down on Shu Yichaoâs spear.
Shu Yichao instinctively realized that the force pressing down on his spear was beyond his means to deal with and dropped it, causing it to slam into the ground with a loud clang. A cloud of dust was raised.
He quickly took this chance to charge forward while whipping out his metal cudgel.
âDonât keep trying the same tricks! They wonât work on the Eternal Emperor!â
Had it been before, Charlemagne would have been smashed in the face, but nowâŠ
Bam!
Shu Yichao received a punch to the face and collapsed to the ground.
âHahaha! Scourge of God, whereâs your weapon?!â Charlemagne sneered. âHow embarrassing it is for a warrior to lose his weapon! Can someone as incompetent as you even be called a warrior?â
âThis is so exhilarating!â Shu Yichao, who was knocked to the ground, felt a rush of adrenaline.
This is what true combat is like!
Exhilarating!
Much thanks to the developers of this mod! Youâre angels!
From the ground, Shu Yichaoâs leg shot up to kick Charlemagne in her wrist, which sent her sword flying. Then, he leaped to his feet and smashed his metal cudgel into Charlemagneâs face.
However, the berserk Charlemagneâs reaction speed had reached a ridiculous level.
She lurched forward to grab Shu Yichao by her neck. His counterattack had only created a gap for her to launch the decisive blow.
âScourge of God?â While grabbing Shu Yichao by his neck, Charlemagne began taking off his helmet and mask. âLook at how weak you are. You arenât worthy of being a great conq⊠AhâŠâ
B-b-b-beautiful! How can he be so beautiful!!!
Charlemagne was taken aback.
Itâs such a pity to kill him. Should I lock him up and raise him in my dungeon?
That beautiful face suddenly swiftly approached her as if he was about to kiss her.
Charlemagneâs heart was thrown into disarray.
W-w-w-what? Aren't things progressing too fast?!
Bam!
Shu Yichaoâs head smashed into Charlemagneâs head, causing her already injured head to further ring. In her shaken state, she unwittingly released Shu Yichao and staggered two steps backward.
âDamn it! You brat, just you wait!â
There was nothing to wait for.
While Charlemagne was still holding him up by his neck, Shu Yichao tossed his metal cudgel toward the red-tasseled spear. When he was still in the air after headbutting Charlemagne, the red-tasseled spear was already jolted into his grasp.
As soon as he landed on the ground, he thrust his spear forth like a venomous snake toward Charlemagneâs thigh.
Bam!
Charlemagne fell to a half-kneel position.
Shu Yichao withdrew his spear and thrust it once more with incredible alacrity.
Pshing!
Charlemagneâs armor provided her with no defense against Shu Yichaoâs terrifying strength. The red-tasseled spear pierced into her abdomen and emerged from her back.