Chapter 86: The Unconventional Healer’s Fury

Su Yingning, with a swift backhand, pierced through an assassin who had attempted a stealth attack to unleash a control skill, killing them instantly.

Immediately afterward, a thunderous cheer, mighty enough to shake mountains and rivers, erupted from the opposite bank of the river.

[6666666! Our Guild Leader is mighty!]

Infuriated, the players of Sword Sweeping the World furiously hurled fireballs towards the other side of the river, only to find their range insufficient.

Not to be outdone, Su Shunhua charged directly at A’si, who was in the midst of casting an immolation spell at Su Yingning, and with a single strike of his staff, he shattered A’si’s incantation.

Another cheer, equally grand and resonant, echoed across the landscape.

[6666666! Our Guild Leader’s wife is mighty!]

So incensed, Su Shunhua almost grabbed his priest’s staff and hammered his way from his side of the river all the way to the other bank. [Change that address!]

‘Look at you all, is this appropriate? ‘Wife’? Do I seem like the type to be beneath someone?’

[Oh, oh, oh… 6666666! Our Great Goddess Sister is mighty!]

‘Now that’s more like it!’

Su Shunhua grinned triumphantly, then, swinging his priest’s staff in a full 360-degree rotation, he slammed it powerfully into A’si’s waist, sending him flying into the air under A’si’s bewildered, monster-like gaze.

Leaping high, Su Shunhua then launched himself towards the airborne A’si, unleashing a dazzling eight-hit combo of jabs and smashes that sent A’si hurtling away.

Upon landing, A’si’s head felt a bit fuzzy. He repeatedly checked the class icon next to Su Shunhua’s avatar, confirming he wasn’t hallucinating; it truly displayed ‘Priest’ (TL Note: Referring to a demon race healer). This realization only served to confuse him further.

Although the aerial eight-hit combo had barely scratched him physically, the psychological trauma he suffered far outweighed any bodily harm. ‘What the hell are you doing playing a healer, you martial arts master? Are you insane? To flaunt your skills to this extent is utterly deranged!’

[9999999! Great Goddess Sister is outrageously good! Damn! Hammer these scumbags to death with Holy Light!]

The players of Sword Sweeping the World glared furiously at the opposite bank. Some attempted to cross the bridge to eliminate those bastards who were idly munching on melon seeds, watching the spectacle, and making sarcastic remarks, but they were easily knocked back by a barrage of fireballs, ice shards, and lightning arrows from the opposing side.

[Come on, come on! Try again! You might not believe it… but we’re pretty awesome too!]

Players from Gunfire Rose on the opposite side cruelly flipped their middle fingers and provocatively slapped their rear ends, but the Sword Sweeping the World players, embroiled in the fierce battle, could only swallow their anger and endure. If they failed to defeat the four of them, the humiliation they would suffer would be far greater than this.

‘To lose a 500-on-4 fight again would be utterly disgraceful. If news of this got out, they might as well quit the game, go home to their mothers, and disband their pathetic guild immediately.’

Yan Quan’s face was ashen. Judging by the current momentum, the outcome of the battle was truly uncertain.

The two unexpected reinforcements who had suddenly appeared were one thing; even if they weren’t dead yet, they were surely close. However, the warrior named Ning Beibei and the healer who played her priest like a monk were proving far too troublesome. Their skill, equipment, and even their sheer level completely overwhelmed Sword Sweeping the World’s elite members.

Only the elite members could inflict even minor damage upon those two. Leng Shisan had already been eliminated, and A’si was so thoroughly entangled by that priest that he was perpetually caught in a loop of aerial combos, unable to find a moment to cast any spells. Huaji, having been grazed to death by Ning Beibei’s sword, had developed such a psychological shadow that he dared not confront her directly; even if he did, he would at most only manage to startle her.

Of the remaining two elite squad members, one was Yan Quan himself, who needed to oversee the overall situation, and the other was a priest, frantically healing the substantial damage the main force had taken from the earlier Flame Storm.

The only possibility of victory lay in waiting for the opponents to run out of resources. Especially that monk—no, that healer—whose operations were utterly flawless! Moreover, her healing output was far greater than it appeared, practically nullifying all the damage they managed to inflict.

“Focus all damage on the warrior!” Yan Quan decisively commanded. “Ignore the priest; they’re too slippery to catch! Pressure that warrior until the priest runs out of mana!” Instantly, Su Shunhua felt the hostile firepower directed at him diminish by more than half, leaving only a few control skills aimed at hindering him.

Yan Quan was no foolish guild leader; the choice he made was the only viable one at that moment.

Due to the level suppression, even when surrounding players’ skills hit them, they lost very little health, which Su Shunhua could quickly heal back.

More lethal were the crowd control skills. As it was Su Shunhua and Su Yingning’s first truly significant participation in a PvP group battle—a 4-versus-500, a wildly disproportionate fight with a hundredfold difference in numbers—they endured numerous control effects. These skills could interrupt Su Shunhua’s healing rotation, and had it not been for the absurd level advantage, they would likely have perished long ago due to insufficient healing.

As time wore on, however, Su Shunhua and Su Yingning grew increasingly adept at dodging. Their understanding of each class’s control skill wind-ups deepened, significantly reducing their hit rate.

What truly astonished Su Shunhua was Su Yingning’s learning speed, which far exceeded his expectations. Shortly after he had fully mastered the control patterns of every class and could evade them with ease, Su Yingning was able to achieve a similar level of proficiency, almost perfectly.

‘Indeed worthy of being my own sister; her genes are undeniably top-notch!’

While Su Shunhua and Su Yingning had long studied the playstyles and hidden techniques of various classes in real life, theoretical knowledge was one thing, and practical application was quite another. Moreover, during their previous 1v1 encounter on the bridge, Su Shunhua could indeed simulate skill usage in real-time, calculating all possibilities and determining the optimal responses. However, that was a one-on-one scenario; group combat was inherently unpredictable, demanding improvisation and testing individual reaction capabilities.

Fairy Sister had fallen. She had long since run out of mana, and a mage without mana was nothing more than a human-shaped target. Su Shunhua had stopped wasting his mana on her, letting her fend for herself.

Soon after, Qingyu also fell. He was frozen by an Ice Ring from an opposing elite squad’s priest, an ability granted by their equipment. His crowd control break was on cooldown at the time, and combined with his lower level and resistance, he was swiftly focused down.

At this point, Su Shunhua’s mana was down to a mere fifth, enough to last about another minute or so, even after consuming mana potions.

Due to the appearance of Qingyu and Fairy Sister, Su Shunhua’s healing pressure had increased, causing his mana to deplete much faster than anticipated, which was why only three and a half minutes had passed.

Sword Sweeping the World’s casualty count stood at 150.

Wiping out all five hundred opponents was an impossibility; even if they stood still for five minutes, they couldn’t be eliminated. Their mission, however, was to inflict as much damage as possible before Su Shunhua’s mana ran dry.

For this expedition, they had always been resolute deathsworn, having cast aside all thoughts of life and death.

‘However, considering the time, it should be just about right…’

‘While fighting desperately is one thing, being a deathsworn doesn’t necessarily mean certain death!’

‘This silent suffering, Sword Sweeping the World, you are absolutely destined to endure!’