Part-275

  But there was no time to savor the victory. The remaining archers loosed their arrows, f James to dud weave between the projectiles. His feet moved with practiced agility, each step calcuted to avoid the storm of arrows raining down on him. Meanwhile, the swoblins closed in, their jagged bdes gleaming in the dim light.

  James focused on keeping distaween himself and the swordsmen while dispatg the archers one by one. He flung aohen another, eae finding its mark with pinpoint accuracy. When he ran out of stones, he switched to dodging and parrying with his sword, skillfully evading their strikes while moving toward the fallen archers.

  One by ohey fell, until only the swordsmen remained. His Earth Divider and Kangaroo Cut skills came into py, each strike precise ahal. The goblins fought with animalistic ferocity, but James was faster, more experienced. He danced between them, sshing and blog with ease, until the st goblin crumbled to the ground in a puff of smoke.

  Panting, James wiped the sweat from his brow. He had scraped by with a victory, but it hadn’t been easy. Eight swoblins a archers had been tough, but he had survived. Barely.

  He stood in the silent chamber, catg his breath, before setting his sights on the door that led to the Level 2: Final Se.

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  The moment James stepped into the Final Se, he knew he was in for something worse. The air was heavier, almost oppressive, as if the dungeon itself was daring him to turn back. He ighe feeling, pushing forward with determination. But when he saw what awaited him, his heart sank.

  Sixteen swoblins. Sixteen archer goblins.

  Thirty-two enemies in total.

  He let out a lned sigh. It had been hard enough handli of each type. Now he was faced with double that. Still, he wasn’t oo back down from a challenge. James had e too far, pushed himself too hard, to let this stop him.

  “All right,” he muttered, tightening his grip on his sword. “Let’s do this.”

  He activated Crisis Mode, a skill that allowed him to enter a semi-automatic battle state where his body acted on instinct, letting his system take over parts of the battle. His senses sharpeo an almost unnatural degree. Every movement of the goblins became clearer, every arrow in the air more defined. It was as if time itself slowed, giving him the crity he o face such overwhelming odds.

  The goblins moved in unison, the archers firing from their perches while the swordsmen charged forward. But James was ready. His Bullseye skill guarahat every stohrew would hit its mark, and his Crisis Mode allowed him to dodge and parry with fwless precision.

  Stoer stone flew from his hand, eae knog an archer off its perch. He moved like a whirlwind, dodging, parrying, and terattag. His sword became aension of himself, sshing through goblins with brutal efficy. When his stones ran out, he switched eo his sword, his movements fluid and uing.