Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!
Chapter 112 Running Out of Ammunition and Provisions

Chapter 112: Chapter 112 Running Out of Ammunition and Provisions

"After all, being used as a live target, one can’t help but speed up. But, a man being too fast is not good."

Teasingly speaking, Yang Yu charged once more to meet his enemy.

Since long-range attacks had little effect on Amon, the only choice was to engage in close combat, constantly forcing him to use his skills and drain his mana.

The trouble was, Amon had also experienced countless battles in his lifetime, and his combat techniques were deeply ingrained.

Ordinary battles would only result in a stalemate.

Reactivating "Shield Block" and "Shield Counter," Yang Yu chose to absorb damage while dealing out his own, self-injuring one thousand, while inflicting eight hundred on his enemy.

But what hurt the enemy was secondary—some skills are more ruthless when one’s blood volume is low.

Conditions met, a red light burst forth from Yang Yu’s eyes as "Sudden Killing Intent" activated.

The balance broke at that moment.

Yang Yu’s speed exploded, as he wielded his sword blade towards Amon.

For the first time, Amon made a mistake in response, receiving several consecutive strikes from Yang Yu, losing eight to nine hundred blood in one go. He raised his long spear and a pale golden light shield appeared again, blocking all of Yang Yu’s attacks.

However, Yang Yu continued to let his sword blade clatter against Amon’s light shield.

"Truly capable. Who would have thought you had such a skill tucked away?"

"Then what skills have you hidden?"

"Because your level is too low, the skills I gained from you aren’t many, and their power isn’t high. If I were still alive, perhaps I could show you my real strength."

"I’ll pass on watching your boasting. But it’s really a big help that you don’t have many skills!"

The final sword strike hit the light shield as Yang Yu’s speed boost also came to an end.

This time, it was Amon’s turn to attack as he swung his long spear, slashing towards Yang Yu.

Yang Yu took a small sidestep to dodge the attack while giving an order,

"Iyas. ’Hunter’s Mark’, ’Guaranteed Hit Arrow’."

"Received!"

Pulling an arrow from her quiver, Iyas drew her bow aimed at Amon and fired a combination of "Hunter’s Mark" and "Guaranteed Hit Arrow."

The transparent arrow vanished midair and struck Amon’s shoulder at the moment the pale golden light shield faded.

This arrow triggered a critical hit, slicing off over three hundred of Amon’s blood.

But that wasn’t the end; a Frost Ice Arrow tore through the sky, piercing Amon’s wing and inflicting even higher damage than Iyas.

From a corner, Bai Jin lowered her raised hand slightly, her pale face showing determination.

With the three of them together, they should be able to resolve it quickly... if I hadn’t suddenly fallen ill, I wouldn’t be dragging them down...

In front of Bai Jin, a vision suddenly floated of her fighting alongside Yang Yu and Iyas...

She wanted to fight, but unfortunately, her body did not allow her to act on her own as the stabbing pain from her lungs spread throughout her body once more. Bai Jin’s breathing grew hurried, gradually becoming shorter as cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her body temperature began to rise.

The pain wasn’t just physical, but also within her soul.

"I really need to prioritize dealing with her. You two I find too tricky. If she suddenly recovers during the battle, waiting for me would be defeat.

Almost forgot, I’m already dead. My current duty is to guard the underground city, and I’m not allowed to slack off too much."

Saying this, Amon pulled the arrow from his shoulder, flapped his wings, and the darkness on his long spear dramatically increased, merging with the suddenly surging golden flames.

Yang Yu could see Amon’s attributes climb again, his attack power increased to 700 and his Defense momentarily turned negative, then reset to zero.

"Reducing defenses again to boost attack power? Are you finally getting serious about this? Do you really want to force my hand? I won’t let you succeed so easily! Iyas, cover me!"

"Understood!"

Iyas drew her bow and shot at Amon, who dodged by swaying his body, setting his attack direction towards Bai Jin’s corner.

Just as Amon was about to execute a beautiful arc in mid-air, Yang Yu confronted him and, with an upward thrust of his sword, disrupted Amon’s spellcasting.

Amon, undeterred, soared even higher.

If previously he hovered just above the ground level, now he really intended to dance in this confined cage.

Yang Yu reached upward and barely touched his thigh but was easily dodged.

"Flying really is troublesome, Iyas!"

"Leave it to me!"

Iyas pulled arrow after arrow from her Magic Quiver and shot them towards Amon, who gently fluttered his wings to evade them.

Taking this opportunity, Yang Yu ran toward Bai Jin, intending to put her on his back and dodge.

But there was good news and bad news.

The good news was that Iyas continuously harassed Amon with her arrows, preventing him from landing a precise, crescent-shaped beam of Darkness on Bai Jin.

The bad news was that Iyas’s Magic Quiver was almost empty; it might not last until Yang Yu carried Bai Jin.

Unlike Magicians, Archers’ every shot consumed a tangible arrow, striving for a hundred percent accuracy and deadly blows.

No one would treat an Archer as a disruptive element in someone else’s attack like Yang Yu did.

After all, arrows cost money, and if every Archer were as wasteful as Iyas, they’d be sleeping on the streets by now.

Originally, Iyas maintained the excellent tradition of Archers by trying to recuperate reusable arrows, but Yang Yu guaranteed her, "I’ll cover your arrows; in return, when I need you to use a lot of them, don’t be stingy. Picking up arrows wastes too much time; it’d be better to kill more creatures. After all, it’s a Magic Quiver that can hold five hundred arrows, just use them," and since then, Iyas never picked up any arrows again.

Now, Iyas’s five hundred arrows were spent.

She shot an arrow and couldn’t find any left in the Magic Quiver.

"Yang Yu, I’m out of arrows!"

"That’s the result of your pointless fury at the walls!"

"Let’s not talk about that now!"

As they spoke, Iyas started running; after the darkness faded, the ground was pristine white, the shots missed, and broken arrows were swallowed by the darkness—the only usable ones were those that had just been shot.

However, those arrows had flown to the other end of the room, and retrieving them to reuse would take time.

Amon completed a flawless arc; a dark crescent moon whisked through the air, and Yang Yu stood in front of Bai Jin, setting up his Shield in front of his chest and deploying the Illusion Shield.

The white Light Shield and the dark crescent moon clashed.

Yang Yu’s blood volume was barely affected.

But, how long could it last?

As soon as the Illusion Shield vanished, tons of attacks would rain down on him, and relying solely on Potions, he didn’t know if he could withstand it.

Amon realized Yang Yu had activated a Skill, but he had no intention of ceasing his attack; the Skill only consumed 10 mana points, so he could maintain it for a considerable duration.

The relentless attacks continued, and Yang Yu downed a potion, his gaze shifting to the white flour he’d brought from his hometown, a plan forming in his mind.