My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 813 - 277. What era are we in, what’s the use of just being able to fight!_2

Chapter 813: 277. What era are we in, what’s the use of just being able to fight!_2

The deadly Star Realm venom was injected into the body of the Hyena Wolfman Leader, and despite the fact that Scorpion Leon Stinky Treasure’s head was smashed by Kenbort with a swing of his hammer the next moment, it suffered no real loss in the Material World as it was merely a projection.

Instead, the fatal toxin that was injected caused the powerful Kenbort to immediately succumb to the crippling Weakness.

It howled and could hardly hold its heavy flail steady, and was quickly ’disarmed’ by the clean, swift strike of Frostfang’s Claw.

The falling weapon meant Kenbort could only manage to grip his shield to fend off the suddenly intensified attacks from all directions. The Hyena Wolfman knew its end might be near, but it refused to give up, crushing the hunting bone ornament hanging from its neck to release the wild purifying power of a Hunting Priest to disperse the toxin ravaging its body.

This scene, observed by the players, indicated that they had finally brought the fierce BOSS to the threshold of death.

"Brothers! Take him down!"

Little Wei Ming yelled, and with a slap, he reloaded two expensive Blazing Gold Slugs into his beloved trench gun and then fired two shots at Kenbort’s back as he flew past.

The close-range blasts ripped the thick armor apart with the "Armor Break" effect and "Ignite" set the Hyena Wolfman’s mane ablaze. The continuous strikes chipped away at Kenbort, covering him in dirt and debris.

Even his shield was snatched away by some bastard in the chaos, and his bare hands, though flailing, quickly became riddled with wounds. The Hunting Priest’s toxin dispersion Art System took effect, restoring his strength; however, the situation had become dire. If he did not retaliate, he would succumb to the shameless siege of the Black Iron riffraff.

As Wumeioge’s burning Hunter’s Sword pierced his waist, the Hyena Wolfman Leader activated his signature ability as a Hunting Priest.

He called upon the Master of Hunting to grant him the power to prey, and his savage and irritable beast nature awakened. His eyes turned bloodshot and glowed with a green oily sheen.

The unique ancestral transformative ability of his Silver Tier was temporarily enhanced.

His already massive body expanded further, and as Shannan Tiger Roar swung down his war hammer to crush Kenbort’s skull, his bloodied claw reached out and caught hold of the hammer’s handle.

No matter how Shannan Tiger Roar bared his teeth and pressed down, the war hammer remained immovable.

The blood-drenched Hyena Wolfman Leader let out a howl like a wolf, snatching the enemy’s weapon and holding it in his grip, swinging it around to proclaim the wild power and heart of slaughter that had been bestowed upon him, killing three players with three hammer blows who couldn’t dodge in time.

He felt invincible with such power and was certain it would drive away these cowards.

However, it did not!

Instead of fleeing at the sight of their comrades being killed effortlessly, the Blood Servants and Vampires seemed even more thrilled, and cheers even erupted from the crowd amidst their stupor.

What were they happy about?

Shouldn’t they feel fear?

Why were they cheerfully shouting about "phase transition," "execution phase," "let’s use voice chat," and "DPS, pull hard" among other bizarre phrases?

Are these people all mad?

Don’t they know how to spell "death"?

"Bang"

The deep gunshot expressed the small players’ mood at the moment, with bullets laced with Burning Gold Powder striking the Hyena Wolfman Leader’s shoulder and causing a splash of blood, making it stagger.

Then came the shield that was thrown at its head, which fully enraged the now beast-dominated warrior. He charged like a wild bull towards the direction from which the shield had come.

Stripped of all the dignity that a Silver Tier fighter should possess, there was only a pitiful shell that embraced its animal instincts left.

Murphy, watching from on high, felt he no longer needed to continue watching.

This dim-witted Hyena Wolfman couldn’t even overcome the finely coordinated players when it still had its wits about it, let alone now that it had gone berserk.

Death by a slow bleed-out was all that awaited it, like the raging bulls in an arena.

The bull’s thrusts and stomps would undoubtedly kill matadors easily, but most often, it’s the matadors who knew how to use their brains that emerged victorious in the end.

"Ground bait, aerial assault!"

Stick Brother saw the perilous Kenbort had lost his sanity and finally took a breath of relief.

He knew the dungeon run was secure and promptly shifted the combat approach; under his command, the Vampire Players made full use of their aerial advantage.

Attacks from the air were beyond what Kenbort could handle at that moment.

The only issue was that in a real combat setting without targeting assistance, it was annoying that their thrown attacks might not hit.

And now, the more audacious close-combatants had started to "show off."

For instance, some of the Tiger Leopard Riders would sneak in a few cuts to bleed Kenbort whenever his mindless charges came to a stop, or toss a few Molotov cocktails to ignite the furry body of the Hyena Wolfman.

These guys had enlarged the circumference of the fight, employing a "kite-flying" tactic that made Kenbort’s lethal charges almost never hit anyone.

The Bloodlust Skill indeed bestowed extreme strength upon Kenbort, but in the current situation, he was utterly unable to break free from the tightening death trap.

The only consolation was that the Hyena Wolfman Leader no longer had the intellect to ponder his situation; only the instinct to fight drove his increasingly heavy body.