"Click!"
Bashamu took the small iron box and opened it directly.
"Hmm... nothing?"
Until this moment, Bashamu still hadn't realized that the "Eden Glaston" before him was a counterfeit.
"Eden, did you take the wrong one!"
The moment Bashamu looked up.
His inherent Hunter Sense, at this moment, blossomed to the extreme.
Not right... damn it... he's not Eden Glaston!
But it was already too late!
"Hiss!"
A strike that was quick, precise, and ruthless, the unprepared Bashamu couldn't react at all.
A scorching hot, even searing Light Spear imbued with Holy Breath.
It was mercilessly driven into his chest.
The holy aura had even begun to purify the Sequence ecology of his [Hunter's Tree].
What Bashamu felt was not pain.
But bitterness and numbness, as well as astonishment and shock.
But there was no time to think, as Bashamu had already made his move.
His dazzling slash, wrapped in a Green Wind Blade, blossomed brilliantly.
"Hiss!"
The blade cut through as if slicing water, without encountering any resistance.
The despicable attacker before him was split in two with a single stroke.
But when it hit the ground, it turned out to be an unfurled sheepskin scroll.
"Stand-in Witchcraft Scroll."
"Damn it!"
Bashamu's face turned ashen as he reached for the golden spear.
But just as he touched it.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
It was as though he had grabbed a red-hot branding iron, his palm emitting charred black smoke.
Under the stimulus of the holy power, his palm even mutated slightly, revealing rough skin and sharp claws.
But the mutation was quickly suppressed.
Yet he dared not try to pull out the spear so recklessly again.
The damn attacker had not only disguised himself as Eden Glaston.
What shocked Bashamu even more was.
That the opponent's Light Spear had pierced through his Second Rank Living Wood Armor and even penetrated his "Main Heart."
Bashamu had three hearts, which was his biggest secret.
But that not-so-high-level Wizard.
Not only had he seen through his secret, but he also precisely pierced his main heart.
How could that damn wizard possibly know?
Bashamu, now in shock, no longer had the luxury of dwelling on this problem.
The holy power was already beginning to destroy the ecology of his Hunter's Tree.
Bashamu needed to fight quickly and resolve the battle swiftly.
Tuck, who had already steadied himself at a distance, and was secretly laying out his plans, was also secretly astonished at Bashamu's powerful life force.
The two-star Witchcraft Sculpting Light Spear had received all of Tuck's experience, reaching Level 15.
Using his intersection with the world's conduits, Tuck concealed the accumulation of the Sculpting Light Spear's witchcraft fluctuations.
He approached the opponent and released it in an instant.
This way, he could ensure a 100% penetration of the opponent's body.
It was not that Tuck didn't trust his Precision.
But because Bashamu had a shield.
It was possible to block.
If it had been blocked, the joke would have been too big.
And as Tuck approached Bashamu, he made an unexpected discovery.
That was, his precise sense of smell informed Tuck that the area near the lower rib on the opponent's right side was a crucial key point.
Since SS Level Precision had marked the key point.
Just stab it and it's over!
At close range, combined with SS Level Precision.
The opponent had no time or chance to react.
Now, it seemed the effect was exceptionally good.
When he looked up at the shameless ambusher,
a hint of tough fur appeared on Bashamu's face, his pupils dilated gradually, his eyes stretched, and a tinge of blood-red imminently surfaced.
The main heart was the key to his "Dark wolfization."
But now that the main heart was pierced, he could only use 20% to 30% of his Dark Elf werewolf transformation power.
"Where is Eden Glaston?"
Bashamu growled in a low voice.
"Am I not Eden Glaston, my dear leader?"
"The second in command taking out the boss to rise to the top, this scenario sounds like an internal conflict."
Tuck said coldly while covertly readying himself.
Bashamu's fangs became increasingly fierce.
"I hope you can still be so tough later."
Stabilizing his werewolf transformation power, Bashamu suddenly erupted, charging at Tuck.
And Tuck, who was already prepared, fired the first shot.
"Bang!"
The first bullet exploded right at the pupil of Bashamu's left eye.
"Awoo..."
Pain-stricken, Bashamu's pupil burst apart.
But even with such a severe injury, Bashamu still propped up his left hand as a shield.
Tuck's subsequent shots landed on Bashamu but were blocked by his half-wolf body and Living Wood Armor.
"This physique is indeed impressively strong, and this guy also has the power of bloodlines."
"Bullet Tentacles, if not a hit on a weak spot, can hardly damage these guys who are a rank above."
Bashamu was fast.
But Tuck was not slow either.
Moreover, there were a lot of large bonsais around.
Originally Bashamu's home turf, but now it provided Tuck with excellent cover.
The heart of the Elite Demon Wolf gave Tuck a formidable physique.
Added to that was the "Wind Sprint" he had already invoked.
With his vision obscured by the shield, Bashamu could only vaguely lock onto his prey through Hunter Sense.
He crashed into several large bonsais one after another, but still failed to catch up with Tuck.
The Witchcraft Oil Bomb had already gathered.
Then, Tuck followed the trajectory of the spell and Hunter, cutting in perfectly.
Benefiting from the "Precision" Fire Oil Bullet, the projectile trajectory was incredibly fast.
By this time, Bashamu, already at a disadvantage, was ready.
His body swiftly maneuvered to the right.
However, as he maneuvered, the Fire Oil Bullet that perfectly aligned with the veins and trajectory also moved with him.
It was as if the Fire Oil Bullet had anticipated Bashamu's predictions.
"Boom!"
The Fire Oil Bullet followed an extremely fast and impeccably precise trajectory, landing in Bashamu's arms and exploding on impact.
Whoosh!
The rich Fire Oil engulfed Bashamu, burning fiercely.
"How can his witchcraft be so precise?"
By now, engulfed in flames, Bashamu was tormented by the Sculpting Light Spear's disruption to the ecology of Hunters, and the sequelae from the eye trauma, his head buzzing increasingly louder.
Whether it was just then, when that person discerned the location of his main heart,
or the absurdity of his eyeball being blasted by a shot,
or even though he had desperately dodged the Fire Oil Bullet, it still managed to crash into his arms as if the Fire Oil Bullet had eyes.
The witchcraft of the wizard who was only around level ten revealed strangeness and unnaturalness at every turn.
A wizard of merely level ten.
Shouldn't he, a level twenty-nine Hunter, have caught him and flipped him with a single slash?
How come he was being beaten so helplessly by the opponent?
Even... he didn't dare to look at the other person directly.
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated and angry he became.
But his reasoning dragged Bashamu, telling him.
This wizard, in disguise, tactics, and precision, was eerily remarkable in every aspect.
A slip-up, and he feared he might even die here today.
"Living Wood Fire Extinguisher."
Staring at his shield, Bashamu quickly activated the Transcendent Living Wood Armor on his body.