LWGP - Chapter 141
Chapter 141: High Burst Damage
After concentrating on its stomach, the Lycanthrope finally obeyed its body's instincts. Its mouth opened, and the spirit tentacle controlled by Wang Jiu tossed the large beaker of reagents into its mouth.
"Roar… Gack!" The Lycanthrope's mouth snapped shut, and the beaker shattered. The potion naturally flowed into its body.
It seemed to realize what had happened. Forgetting to attack the others, it tried to vomit the liquid out, but it was too late.
Did it need water? Or fire? Or did it need to wait for a chemical reaction?
Its reaction time was up. The reason Wang Jiu hadn't acted hastily just now was because she was waiting for its reaction time; she wasn't just posturing.
But another condition was needed—temperature.
The Lycanthrope's internal body temperature was sufficient to trigger an immediate explosion.
And so… Boom!!
The Lycanthrope's abdomen suddenly swelled, followed by a muffled explosion. It howled in pain, and then blood began to seep from the skin of its upper body. It also vomited acidic fluid and blood. Its crescent-shaped armor was still intact, but external armor couldn't prevent internal injuries.
Everyone watched as its health bar dropped directly from 55% to 38%, lopping off 17% of its health in one go.
This was a classic case of "master science, and you can go anywhere without fear."
However, Wang Jiu frowned slightly. She had used a formula with the maximum possible destructive power, an explosion that could have destroyed the entire laboratory, yet it only dealt 17% damage internally?
A Golden BOSS was truly on another level. She had been misled by the standards of the Rat race.
The biological lineage of a wolf was far superior to that of a rat.
Still, it was good that she had managed to damage its internal organs.
That was the only result Wang Jiu wanted.
She touched her palm, and the scepter leaped out.
"Great! It's at 38%! Quick, regroup and focus fire!"
Li Chui was overjoyed, but he saw Yan Guanqi suppress his excitement and calmly direct everyone to continue their assault. Still, he couldn't help but keep an eye on Wang Jiu.
"She really doesn't have a truthful word in her mouth, does she?" someone on the team, still immersed in the romanticized social circles of the past, had a fixed impression of Wang Jiu.
But someone else spoke up for her.
The woman said she didn't understand the laboratory's experiments, but she never said she didn't understand chemistry.
So it wasn't technically a lie.
Besides, sometimes lying was part of a woman's charm.
That unfathomable state, that distance that could never be controlled or closed.
Yan Guanqi and the other man, however, were more struck by something else—as expected, experts from any field were terrifying in this apocalyptic game. Wang Jiu was a doctor, and she was already like this. What about those former chemistry professors? If they entered the alchemy profession, it would be… absolutely horrifying!
Over in Luo Sheng's team, Zhong Qing subconsciously used Insight to glance at Wang Jiu. Since their levels were similar, he could see her three attributes. One look, and he felt something was wrong—how had her attributes increased so much?
They had increased this much even in a weakened state. Didn't that mean her original stats had increased by over a thousand each?
That was too terrifying!
But since he couldn't see the details of her badges and equipment, he was so shaken that he couldn't help but say to Luo Sheng, "Why don't you try again?"
Try what?
Poaching her, playing hard to get?
The C-list socialite's tone was not pleasant. "How about I pretend to join her team first? Infiltrate from within? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. If she were a man, I'd even have to consider getting pregnant first."
I think you just want to go over there and never come back.
Zhong Qing said, "Focus on your damage output. Don't fall behind that priest, Miss Lin. Otherwise, you can forget about ever catching Lord Lao Wang's attention."
Luo Sheng: "…"
You're the one who private-messaged me. What a hypocrite.
However, both Luo Sheng and Zhong Qing did indeed shut up, because they saw Wang Jiu toss out that terrifying explosive potion and inflict internal injuries on the Lycanthrope.
The altar suddenly appeared.
The two of them immediately checked Wang Jiu's three attributes again and were both stunned.
Zhong Qing decided he wanted to enter the tiger's den himself.
Wang Jiu activated her status skills like the altar, Mountain Ghost's Night March, and Nightmare Descent. Seeing this, Lin Guiwan didn't need a reminder and immediately cast the amplifying status skill she had been saving: Light's Advent, a 30% attribute increase.
There was an attribute disparity between Wang Jiu and Lin Guiwan. Her skill had a 30% cap, but it only translated to a 25% boost on Wang Jiu.
A total of 85% attribute amplification.
With that, Wang Jiu's three attributes all broke past the 50% reduction threshold and soared beyond it, jumping to an average of over four thousand each.
Frankly, the game's disgusting nature was once again on display. The amplification was based on the stats after the reduction, not the original attributes. Otherwise, Wang Jiu's average stats should have reached over six thousand by now.
How disgusting is that?
Anyway, the System instantly went into hiding to avoid being cursed. Strangely, Wang Jiu had no reaction, because she had already discovered this disgusting rule when observing everyone else's data earlier.
An average of over four thousand was acceptable. After the attribute boost, she immediately cast a Dark Curse on the Lycanthrope, causing its attributes to shrink.
With her attributes raised, she easily broke through its defense and pushed the weakening skill to its 28% cap.
The Lycanthrope's attributes dropped. It sensed the danger and let out a roar, but Wang Jiu had already used Shadow Step to evade, leaping onto a nearby lab bench and using it to launch herself into the air.
The scepter in her right hand spun in mid-air, transforming into the longblade Weeping Blood. A bloody aura coursed along its edge, and a three-meter-long blade qi was like a drawn arrow on a bowstring.
There was no pause, because the scepter that had vanished from her right hand was now in her left.
It was a dark vortex, a skull, a symbol of demons, like a twisted ghost shadow in a dark cavern. It gazed up at the mortal world, its mouth open, yet it yearned for the warmth of the living.
For negative energy beings like ghosts, demons, and monsters, was there any delicacy more delicious and warm than human blood?
It throbbed hotly, coursing, rapidly climbing and flowing out of your beautiful, warm body, like a sweet spring being lapped up by a spiritual deer in the mountains, or like a swarm of leeches clinging tightly to your thigh.
That feeling… why was it happening to us!
Dozens of people in the team were dumbfounded, watching as the domineering and terrifying negative-energy scepter's black skull spit out five sinister black bolts of lightning that wrapped around a certain part of five people's bodies (their bleeding wounds).
Thank god it's not me.
Many people had this illusion for a split second.
The five who truly felt it were—Li Chui, Chi Mantou, Diao Guang, Wei Yuan, and Xie Lu.
The blood was instantly siphoned away—20% of it—and traveled through the black energy vessels into the mouth of the skull on the left-hand scepter.
The five men: "??"
They felt a little dizzy.
In their daze, they saw the blood-sucking villainous sorceress draw the longblade in her right hand as if parting water, its three-meter-long blade qi cutting through the air.
20% multiplied by five, plus 30% of her own blood—a total of 130%—unleashed a level-three Blood Wrath. The burst damage spiked, and the blade qi solidified, becoming as viscous, dense, and evil as a drop of blood from a demon's brow.
It struck the Lycanthrope's wound from the fox's claw.
With a dull thud, the Lycanthrope was knocked back, crashing through a row of four lab benches behind it.
The final burst damage was amplified to 350%, tearing its wound open to three times its original size.
Its health bar dropped from 38% to 30%, entering a weakened state!
A single person, relying on buffs, burst damage, and a weapon's innate single-target attack, could deal this much damage?
Except for the five men who were dizzy from having their blood drained, everyone else was stunned.
This was the terror of high burst damage.
High burst damage fueled by the blood of one's own teammates was even more terrifying.
"I think she's the one who's more terrifying," Diao Guang said, leaning against a pillar, feeling weak and nauseous. His hair fell over his face as he dry-heaved.
Not far away, Wang Shu glanced at him.
Li Chui was even more furious. "What the fuck, Wang Jiu, what's your problem! Why did you pick me?!"
Wei Yuan said nothing, his pale face showing a hint of bewilderment.
Wang Jiu didn't respond, merely casting a level 2 Holy Light.
Was this a slap followed by a sweet treat?
Luo Sheng said, "Wake up. She needed to heal herself. She lost 30% of her blood and had to stay above the stun threshold."
No one cherished Wang Jiu more than Wang Jiu herself.
However, Lin Guiwan might have cherished her quite a bit too, as she always perfectly timed a Holy Light.
Her Holy Light was level three.
It instantly refilled Wang Jiu's health and everyone else's.
What a good person. She was practically a fairy.
Lin Guiwan didn't mention that her main reason was also to heal her benefactor and Xie Lu.
A rule of social etiquette—when it's meaningless, why hurt others?
Spirit Power was king in the current energy system, and burst damage was king in the current attack system.
Elites focused on attributes; the strong focused on burst damage.
Wang Jiu was undoubtedly on the cutting edge.
Fortunately, amidst the shock, Yan Guanqi proved his worth as a commander and immediately directed everyone to attack in unison.
Now, even those with average attributes below 1200 could break its defense. Go, go, go!
Burn down its health bar!
But! The Lycanthrope's intelligence was also very high. It certainly knew it was in a perilous situation. The red pupils in its eyes, however, glinted with extreme calm. In an instant, it used three skills.
1. Sundering Roar, which instantly killed twenty people whose average attributes weren't high enough to evade it.
2. It produced a wolf clan brand from its chest that landed on Wang Jiu.
3. Mist Condensation, which materialized twenty silver-grade level 30 mini-bosses, all with average attributes of 2500.
A group attack! Kill them!
The first two skills were manageable. The group that died could just lie there! We can afford to lose some HP and items; we'll just get up and pick them up again.
As for Wang Jiu, well, they couldn't do anything about it, and they didn't feel sorry for her.
But the third point was a real bitch.
Who would have thought Mist Condensation was a monster-summoning skill? When Wang Jiu had read its skill description, she never would have guessed the reality—its description clearly stated, "Condense dark resentment, unleash racial talent, and produce a powerful auxiliary force!"
Wang Jiu's interpretation was—werewolf, strengthen, howl at the moon!
The result was a litter of ferocious babies?
The Lycanthrope's group attack skill was too fierce. It completely disrupted the plans of the two expert gamers. The crowd was thrown into chaos by the charging mini-bosses, and a dozen people were killed in the first wave. They could only fight back in small pockets.
Because of the limited space, it was difficult for them to create distance and form an effective offense and defense. In the chaotic melee, the mid-to-low-tier players were the unluckiest; they were killed again just as they got back up.
The worst part was that their Spirit Power was nearly bottomed out!
That damn 50% debuff. Dog System!
"Stay down for now, don't get up. The rest of you, evade! Laoci, you and I will pull the adds. Xie Lu, you guys protect the priests. Priests, replenish our statuses. Let's go!"
"Lord Wang, can you hold the boss's aggro?"
For Yan Guanqi's precise command to pull the mini-bosses' aggro to work, Wang Jiu had to be able to hold the Lycanthrope's aggro. Otherwise, it was all for nothing.
"It branded me. A hundred percent precision strike. Do you think I can hold it?"
Wang Jiu, who was forced to "permanently" hold aggro, sounded unperturbed. The good-natured Yan Guanqi was too polite to laugh, but he did see the Lycanthrope indeed leap towards Wang Jiu with a ferocious cleave.
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