At level 67, his attributes are pitiful, and with a 95% resistance to drugs, that’s truly tragic. Even if he uses a full HP potion, it would only recover 5%. Moreover, he’s suffering from the Collapse status, which makes things even worse.
If it weren’t for the research institute, he probably would have kicked the bucket long ago.
Using his shield to deflect the attacking Buyao, Yang Yu drew his sword from his waist and counterattacked, slashing Buyao across the chest, tearing through his tailcoat and white shirt.
HP -50.
Buyao may have high HP, but his defense wasn’t too outrageous. Plus, the sword Slarat is a rare purple-quality weapon, similar in attributes to the Goblin King’s staff. Yang Yu’s strike dealt considerable damage.
Roughly estimating, it would only take fifty or so regular attacks to take Buyao down.
Buyao touched the cut on his chest. “A minor scratch, do you think you can defeat me with such weak attacks?”
“Of course, just like these documents, even the smallest damage, when accumulated, can lead to a qualitative change.” Yang Yu launched another attack. Fifty or so regular attacks were a piece of cake for him. Defeating Buyao was much easier than fighting Hemeng. “Besides, I’m not alone.”
Two purple lights emanated from behind Yang Yu, enveloping Buyao, who instantly felt his strength and defense weaken.
This was Bai Jin’s doing.
[Weapon Corrosion], which reduces the opponent’s attack power by 10%. If the opponent has a weapon, it corrodes the weapon, reducing its additional attack power by 50%.
[Armor Corrosion], which reduces the opponent’s defense by 10%. If the opponent has armor, it corrodes the armor, reducing its additional defense by 50%.
An ice arrow formed in Bai Jin’s hand, aimed at Buyao’s chest. The crystalline, holy ice arrow shot out, but Buyao, with a green aura around his fist, smashed it to pieces with one punch.
[Unyielding Grip], a skill that smashes enemy projectiles with a punch, similar to Yang Yu’s [Intercept].
However, [Intercept] relies on defense, while [Unyielding Grip] relies on personal strength and reaction speed.
This skill is exclusive to brawlers.
Buyao, facing off against Yang Yu and his team, was indeed a brawler.
This narrow space was the best arena for a brawler to fight.
While there was a strategy to lure the enemy out of the room, it seemed that once they left, Buyao would immediately lock the door, preventing Yang Yu and his team from re-entering.
Luring the enemy out was risky, and Yang Yu didn’t want to regret it while knocking on a locked iron door.
Taking a deep breath, Yang Yu told Bai Jin to wait on the first floor while he locked the room door himself, facing off against Buyao alone.
“Interesting! Knowing I’m a brawler, you still choose to face me head-on in this cramped space!”
Buyao advanced with a raised fist, but Yang Yu countered with a [Shield Block]. A crimson glow covered his shield, sprouting spikes that stabbed into Buyao’s hand.
“There’s no choice. If I don’t face you head-on, you’d surely use some device to alert this research institute to capture me.”
In a closed room like this, there must be some mechanism to alert the entire institute, which was Yang Yu’s biggest concern.
“A wise choice.” Buyao seemed indifferent to the counter-damage. He swung his other fist in an uppercut aimed at Yang Yu’s chin. Yang Yu tilted his shield back, letting the punch graze his brow. He then slashed Buyao’s chest again, creating a beautiful cross-shaped wound.
“If you hadn’t called my name the first time we met, I wouldn’t have opened the door! You know too much.”
Buyao punched violently, and Yang Yu didn’t dodge this time, taking the hit. He turned and squeezed into the hall to avoid being cornered.
Buyao stood at the doorway while Yang Yu kicked the manager’s corpse aside and sat on the sandalwood table. “Don’t you want to know why I know so much?”
“That’s irrelevant! The important thing is eliminating the spy, which is my mission!”
Buyao clasped his fists, using [Potential Unleash], emitting a terrifying aura. This was reflected on his status, with a significant boost in strength and defense.
Suddenly, a golden light burst from Buyao’s body, forming a golden barrier.
Buyao used the skill [Golden Shield], similar to the protective “Golden Bell Shield” used to shield teammates. Now, it was used to compress the room’s space.
Years of combat experience told Buyao that Yang Yu’s fighting style was more akin to an assassin waiting for the right moment than a warrior. Limiting his movement space was the key to victory.
“You can’t escape now! There’s only a dead end for you.”
“Who knows?”
Yang Yu inserted his sword into the gap between the bookshelf and the wall, using it as a lever to pry the shelf.
Buyao’s idea was good, but it had a fatal flaw that Yang Yu easily identified from the status panel.
To expand [Golden Shield] larger, it required more MP and stamina.
Applying continuous pressure while expanding the shield caused the MP and stamina to drain rapidly.
As this skill had the function of protecting teammates, it could selectively pass through objects upon collision, creating a gap.
But to prevent Yang Yu from exploiting this gap to enter the shield, Buyao kept everything out, causing the shield to deform and severely depleting his stamina and MP.
Now, Yang Yu toppled the bookshelf, crashing it into the expanding golden shield. Buyao couldn’t bear it anymore and spat out blood.
Abandoning the expansion, Buyao stabilized the golden shield, which could last for three minutes—enough time to defeat this arrogant brat.
“Your next line is, ‘Even if it didn’t expand to the limit, this small space is enough to crush you!'”
“Even if it didn’t expand to the limit, this small space is enough to crush you!”
Yang Yu smiled faintly, mimicking his favorite anime character and uttering words that shattered Buyao’s last mental defense.
Buyao roared, smashing the bookshelf. He didn’t care about the documents; as long as they weren’t burned, reorganizing them was simple. He had plenty of time for that. Now, he just wanted to tear this brat to pieces.
Standing on the collapsing bookshelf, Yang Yu remained calm, as if victory was assured. The space was wide enough for three people to walk side by side, more than enough for him to maneuver.
If anything unexpected happened, he could always use a potion, right?