Chapter 25: Feints, Extreme Kiting

When Kamiyu saw Jack dodge her Ceramic Blade, two conjectures immediately came to mind.

The first was that Jack’s Steel Great Wall Talent wasn’t completely invincible—it had a weakness related to distance.

The farther the distance, the stronger its Defense Power;

The closer the distance, the weaker its Defense Power.

In other words, getting up close to attack him could Break his Defense Talent, and it didn’t necessarily require a blade—any Skill or equipment would do.

The second conjecture was that Jack didn’t dodge her Signature Sniper but dodged this blade, meaning her Ceramic Blade was more powerful than her Signature Sniper, since both were Legendary Tier Weapons.

Regardless of the outcome, for her current situation, since he feared this Weapon, she could use this small blade to carve out a path of survival.

Kamiyu gripped the knife with both hands and thrust forward desperately.

Who would have thought Jack’s head was as agile as a spinning top? He dodged left and right, constantly tilting his head to evade Kamiyu’s stabbing strikes.

Jack picked her up like a doll, lifting her with both hands, while Kamiyu wrapped her legs around his armpits, crossing them behind his back, and continued stabbing forward with her upper body.

One person stood over two meters tall, the other less than 1.6 meters—the two with their extreme height difference engaged in an unequal life-and-death struggle. For a moment, it was unclear who had the upper hand.

After stabbing over a dozen times without success, Kamiyu cursed herself for being too impulsive. If she couldn’t stab him, she’d slash his hands—a diversionary tactic.

If she couldn’t hit your head, could she really miss your hands?

After all, your hands were currently gripping her body.

Kamiyu feinted a stab toward Jack’s head, and he tilted it to the side.

Kamiyu widened her eyes, waiting for this exact moment.

She immediately halted her motion and instead slashed at Jack’s right arm.

With a “slash” sound,

the arm already covered in old and new scars gained another long, bloody gash. Scalding blood burst from the wound, spraying all over her.

“Successfully Broke Defense,” Kamiyu thought with delight.

Jack’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his arm.

He felt the scalding heat, followed immediately by an intense, stinging pain.

Jack thought in surprise, “When did she figure out the weakness of my Talent—its insufficient Defense at close range?”

He realized, moreover, that this blade was far too dangerous.

He recognized this white Ceramic Blade—it was the Weapon used to kill the first Player in the Black Sphere Room.

This small knife was stained with a Player’s blood.

Could it be that her blade possessed some special effect, like growing several times stronger with each Player killed or something similar?

Because in the Black Sphere Room, Kamiyu had never disclosed the specifics of her own Talent or Skills.

If this were true, then this person’s strength was truly unfathomable.

Challenging her like this was far too reckless. He should have prepared more—perhaps hijacked an armed helicopter, fired a few missiles first, and then crashed into the building.

Jack the martial fanatic didn’t seem particularly clever when it came to Sneaky schemes.

If it were Kamiyu dealing with an enemy on the upper floors of a hotel, she would fill all the load-bearing pillars with Delayed Implosion Bullets and blow up the entire building without wasting words.

If you aren’t ruthless, you won’t stand firm.

The pinker the hair, the fiercer the character.

Whoever stands in her way, she simply crushes them, never wasting a word on her enemies.

After seeing her attack succeed, Kamiyu taunted, “Your talent isn’t all that strong. I can easily cut you until you bleed.”

In esports, the “Enter” key on the keyboard is equally important—if you can’t win, you trash talk; if you can win, you still trash talk. It’s all about taunting.

If you break your opponent’s mentality, your own win rate will increase.

That’s right—she’s someone who will stop at nothing for victory.

Seeing Jack remain unfazed, Kamiyu thought to herself, “Hmph, you’ve got some skill, but…”

“You’re not wearing any clothes right now. Believe it or not, I’ll shave a few inches off that thing of yours and make you a eunuch for life,” Kamiyu said bluntly.

“I didn’t expect someone so beautiful to have such a filthy mouth,” Jack frowned.

“Shall I wash it with your blood?” Kamiyu retorted.

After saying this, Kamiyu immediately slashed his other hand.

Jack said, “You think you can defeat me just because you’ve seen through the weakness of my talent? You really haven’t seen my true strength.”

“The weakness of my 【Steel Great Wall】 talent is actually a trap to lure enemies into close-range attacks against me.”

Kamiyu immediately realized it was his class skill.

He was a 【Barbarian Warrior】 class—such a familiar term instantly reminded Kamiyu of the game Diablo 4.

In the game, Barbarians could use equipment, affixes, or skill points to give their characters the ability to 【deal more damage the closer they are to the enemy】.

With this talent paired with his class, the weakness of 【Steel Great Wall】 would no longer be a weakness—it would become a way to lure enemies into close combat with Jack.

Lure the enemy close to Jack, and his attack power would increase, allowing him to eliminate them in one fell swoop.

Kamiyu thought helplessly, why is every enemy in this game so strong? How am I supposed to fight this?

Jack took a deep breath and said, “It’s a shame. I originally wanted to have a fierce battle with you, but you’re too weak.”

He prepared to use the famous attack technique “Hugging the Girl to Death” to end Kamiyu’s life.

“Weak my ass,” Kamiyu was not the type to surrender without a fight.

She stabbed her blade toward Jack’s head, planning to repeat her earlier straightforward tactic.

If she lunged forward, Jack would have to dodge—if he didn’t, he’d be stabbed to death; if he did, it would give her a chance to slash his hands and escape.

Why not just slash his hands directly? Because if she did that, Jack would be on guard and defend against her attack.

Anyone who has played knife fights knows that her move is essentially a “feint.”

But this time was different.

This time, Jack didn’t dodge or evade. Instead, he actively pulled Kamiyu closer to his body, even leaning his head forward to meet the edge of the ceramic blade.

He bit down on the ceramic blade.

“Is that even possible?” The watching special forces squad members, along with the severely injured Xu Liwen lying on the ground, stared at the two in the room.

Kamiyu was so shocked her jaw dropped.

My feint, and you didn’t even dodge—you used this fearless, life-risking method to limit my attack.

You’re not Hanma Jack. What you’re doing now is even more exaggerated than Hanayama blocking a katana with his bare fists.

But.

Kamiyu hadn’t lost yet—she still had her other hand.

She drew a pistol from the void.

In a voice too low for others to hear, she murmured, “Activate Skill 【Headshot Strike】, load 【Magic Bullet – Delayed Implosion Round】.”

At such close range, I refuse to believe you won’t die.