Chapter 165 Taking Control of the Battlefield

Bronze Eight extended his left palm and slashed it with the Slaughter Blood-Drinking Blade, causing a sudden gush of fresh blood.

As the blood dripped onto the Slaughter Blood-Drinking Blade, a gurgling sound emanated from it, seemingly filled with delight, while the blade's glow flared brilliantly.

Bronze Eight was ruthless to others and equally ruthless to himself; in order to cut down Qinchuan, he spared no hesitation in using his own blood to activate the passive ability of the Slaughter Blood-Drinking Blade.

This also demonstrated Bronze Eight's absolute determination to kill Qinchuan.

In an instant, all of Bronze Eight's attributes surged dramatically, and his momentum soared.

Bronze Eight leaped up with a bound and roared fiercely, "Qinchuan, go to your death! Slaughter Returning Slash!"

In the blink of an eye, a spinning giant wheel came hurtling through the air with a whistling sound.

Under this state, Bronze Eight's base attack exceeded 3,300, and when executing the Slaughter Returning Slash, it added a 150% attack bonus, bringing the total attack power to over 4,500.

This magnitude of attack was entirely capable of inflicting massive damage upon Qinchuan.

At the same time, Bronze Seven flanked from behind, raising his hand to release Light and Shadow Flying Blood, his sword light completely enveloping a five-meter radius and cutting off Qinchuan's retreat.

Right now, Qinchuan did not have many choices left; whether forward or backward, either direction would inflict severe damage upon him.

The attacks of Bronze Eight and Bronze Seven covered a radius of nearly ten meters, making it extremely difficult for Qinchuan to escape instantly, so he used Blink without the slightest hesitation.

Bronze Eight's giant wheel smashed into the ground, then rebounded upward, soared back into the mid-air, and after a single spin, struck down from the sky once more.

This time it was even more ferocious than the first; this spiritual skill of Bronze Eight had no fixed target, meaning it could trigger its second phase even if it slammed into the ground.

One had to admit, this spiritual skill was exceptionally useful.

"Whoosh!"

Meanwhile, Bronze Seven's spiritual skill missed completely as he suddenly discovered that Qinchuan had moved right beside him, a faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.

"Intimidation!"

"Sky-Locking!"

Qinchuan struck with a sword, directly hitting Bronze Seven and startling him into a panic, his eyes filled with shock.

"Ah!"

"Ding! 60% slow effect triggered."

Bronze Seven's speed plummeted instantly, terrifying him into hurriedly unleashing his ultimate skill, Splitting Light and Fleeting Shadow, leaving behind a phantom in place while his true body fled directly.

While executing Splitting Light and Fleeting Shadow, his true body entered a stealth state, allowing him to escape disaster by a hair's breadth.

"This fellow is truly terrifying; how does he possess such powerful slowing capabilities?"

Having escaped with his life, Bronze Seven could not help breaking out in a cold sweat. Having been struck by Qinchuan just once, he had suffered massive damage, leaving a shocking wound across his waist that was almost deep enough to see the bone.

At that moment, Bronze Seven, who was currently spinning in mid-air, was sent crashing down with a smack, tumbling head over heels.

"Bang!"

This outcome left both Bronze Seven and Bronze Eight utterly bewildered, completely clueless as to what had just happened, because it was simply too incredible.

"Hiss!"

"How could this be?!"

At this very moment, ten thousand whys arose in the hearts of both Bronze Seven and Bronze Eight.

Because this completely defied the laws of reality—how could he just fall out of the sky like that out of nowhere?—they simply could not wrap their minds around it.

Long Ao's Sky-Locking passive was indeed effective; Qinchuan was currently at level 42, which fell right within the ten-level range, making this passive extremely potent.

After striking twice, Qinchuan shattered the phantom, only to discover it was merely a duplicate, prompting him to silently curse his bad luck.

Within this brief span of time, Bronze Seven swallowed a powerful rejuvenation pill, recovering the greater part of his injuries.

Ordinarily, taking medicinal pills while fighting Qinchuan was virtually impossible because his stick-like clinging style was simply too fierce; this time, Bronze Seven had truly lucked out.

Had Qinchuan's previous sword strike triggered a freeze, Bronze Seven would already have been a goner.

Up to this point in the battle, Qinchuan had unexpectedly taken the upper hand, an outcome that both Bronze Seven and Bronze and Eight found extremely difficult to accept.

Two against one, and reduced to such a state, they felt their faces burning with humiliation.

At this moment, Qinchuan still had a Blink ready, so his new target was the newly risen Bronze Eight.

"Shadow Dance Begins!"

"Chirp!"

"Blink!"

Qinchuan once again split his Dual-Strike Flash Dance, his figure instantly surging forward.

This maneuver spanned a distance of over ten meters in a single bound, effectively increasing the usable range of Blink, though such a continuous chain of operations also placed an immense load on his spiritual core.

Under the state of Intimidation, Qinchuan's sharpness value reached over 4,300, further supplemented by a 5% frost damage bonus.

Therefore, this sword strike from Qinchuan was fully capable of breaking through Bronze Eight's defense; even though Bronze Eight was still under the persistent passive state, his spiritual defense had dropped to over 4,150.

"Ding! 60% slow effect triggered."

"Ding! Freeze triggered, lasting for three seconds."

Bronze Eight, still in a state of utter bewilderment, could not fathom how Qinchuan had managed to cross a distance of over ten meters in a single instant.

Even had he been on guard, evading Qinchuan's attack would likely have been difficult.

Because Qinchuan's maneuver was executed with extreme suddenness, without the slightest hint of warning.

"Ah!"

Even the tough-skinned Bronze Seven—correction, Bronze Eight—let out a miserable scream. Even though it only inflicted 150 points of damage, the tingling sensation of the penetration was something he could not refuse.

Under normal circumstances, Qinchuan could have dealt at least a third of Bronze Eight's health in damage within those three seconds, but Bronze Seven clearly had no intention of giving Qinchuan that opportunity.

The moment Bronze Eight's scream rang out, Bronze Seven activated his movement technique, arriving by Qinchuan's side in the blink of an eye and fiercely thrusting his sword forward.

Faced with this situation, Qinchuan once again activated Lotus-Step Stacking, not only dodging the attack but also circling around to the other side to deliver another tingling sensation to Bronze Eight.

"Ah!"

"Damn it!"

Bronze Seven's attack missed once more, prompting him to spit out a curse in frustration before chasing after Qinchuan to strike with another sword.

Qinchuan easily sidestepped once again, treating Bronze Seven like a mere pillar while comfortably continuing to dish out damage.

This series of maneuvers made Bronze Seven dance with rage and scream in frustration, yet left him utterly helpless.

In order to rescue Bronze Eight, he could not afford to halt his offensive, otherwise, their situation would only become even more passive; such stifling frustration was something Bronze Seven had never encountered in his entire life.

As for Bronze Eight, he felt an extreme degree of stifling humiliation—unable to move, yet forced to endure being hacked by Qinchuan to the point of excruciating agony.

Three seconds later, Bronze Eight finally welcomed his spring; the instantaneous unfreezing restored his freedom of movement.

Therefore, Bronze Eight could not wait to deploy his crowd-control spiritual skill.

At that exact moment, Bronze Seven thrust his sword toward Qinchuan, forcing Qinchuan to dodge the attack in order to avoid it.

Bronze Eight rolled on the ground, escaping Qinchuan's attack range, and directly raised the Slaughter Blood-Drinking Blade to smash it into the earth.

"Go to hell, Frenzied Blood Wrath!"

Once this crowd-control spiritual skill came out, Qinchuan would instantly plunge into a desperate situation; given the attack power of Bronze Seven and Bronze Eight, they could absolutely slaughter Qinchuan within a single second.

At this moment, sharp glints flashed across the eyes of both Bronze Seven and Bronze Eight, for this would be the moment that decided victory or defeat.

However, matters were far from as simple as they imagined.

"Blink!"

At this very moment, Qinchuan's Blink had refreshed once more, simultaneously granting him 1.8 seconds of immunity.

Qinchuan blinked right beside Bronze Eight, still wearing that faint smile; clearly, the flow of the battle had been entirely under his control all along.

A single sword strike—merely a single sword strike—and Qinchuan heard the system prompt once again.

"Ding! Freeze triggered, lasting for three seconds."

At this instant, Bronze Eight's crowd-control spiritual skill was forcefully choked back inside him; even Bronze Seven could not help feeling a sense of grievance on his behalf.

Just imagine: Bronze Eight, a fierce and ruthless assassin, was kept so thoroughly controlled that he could not even move a muscle. He had likely suffered internal injuries from pure frustration by now.

"Ah! This is infuriating!"

Bronze Eight was indeed angered almost to the point of vomiting blood. Only now did he realize that Qinchuan was not merely difficult to deal with—he was downright terrifying.

At this moment, Bronze Seven and Bronze Eight still did not know that even if that crowd-control spiritual skill had been successfully released, the ultimate outcome would still have utterly defied their expectations.