MMORPG: Martial Gamer

Chapter 1887 1887: Ling Longmeng's Counterattack

"Good, just like that, old buddy, don't give him a chance!"

Seeing that Slaughter was relentlessly pursuing Ling Longmeng, the members of the Holy Hall team were thrilled and cheered enthusiastically.

The audience couldn't help but feel a bit anxious for Ling Longmeng.

Archers are notoriously low on health and mana, and someone like Ling Longmeng, who relies on skills and positioning, clearly can't last for long.

Moreover, this girl is not as fierce as Yang Nuo; if Slaughter catches up to her, she is unlikely to escape death.

Although the crowd didn't have a great impression of the Crowd of Misfits team, many still found Ling Longmeng to be a decent-looking girl and were subjectively inclined to support her.

However, while everyone was worried about Ling Longmeng, she herself revealed a faint smile.

Ling Longmeng was able to weave through the forest thanks to her skills, so while her movement distance was a bit farther, skills have cooldowns, and there would be a brief moment of stiffness when using them.

Slaughter's mobility relied mainly on his jumping ability, which has no skill cooldowns. His jumps are very fluid; even though his movement distance isn't far, he can jump continuously without stopping.

In comparison, Slaughter's movement speed was actually higher than Ling Longmeng's, and he was gradually closing in on her.

Fortunately, as the one escaping, Ling Longmeng had the initiative; otherwise, she would have already been caught by Slaughter.

Thus, the two were leaping and darting through the forest, chasing each other. Although it was as boring as the previous matches with the same old game of hide-and-seek, this time it was quite visually appealing.

Previously, it was a mindless chase without much skill involved; now, at least it added a parkour effect, which made it feel quite engaging.

However, since Ling Longmeng's speed was slightly lower, each time Slaughter got close, she had to change direction.

Before long, their chase turned into running in circles around the forest.

Having watched enough parkour, the audience began to tire of it. When they saw the two starting to run in boring circles, they expressed their frustration: "This back-and-forth is just wasting time; it would be better to surrender!"

After all, Ling Longmeng was using skills, and her mana bar would eventually run out. Getting caught was only a matter of time; running in circles now was meaningless.

"Can Old Meng keep this up for thirty minutes?"

Even the Crowd of Misfits team members were feeling a bit overwhelmed by the situation.

The purpose of running to buy time is to shake off the opponent and not give them a chance to kill you, but with an opponent chasing like a rabid dog, it was quite annoying.

Though everyone knew Ling Longmeng was fully invested in intelligence, giving her a long mana bar, this one skill was also quite mana-consuming. There was no way she could last thirty minutes.

It's important to note that Ling Longmeng isn't an agile archer; once her skills run out, she would be waiting to be finished off.

"I don't think she can last thirty minutes running away", Fearless waved his hand, "but Old Meng clearly doesn't seem to want to run."

"Huh? Why do you say that?" Everyone asked in confusion.

"Didn't you notice?" Before Fearless could explain, Wang Yu pointed to Ling Longmeng in the arena: "Can't you see Old Meng running in circles?"

"So what if she's running in circles?" Everyone looked puzzled again.

The reason Ling Longmeng was running in circles was that her speed wasn't enough, and she needed to change direction to shake off her pursuer.

"Don't you see the circles getting smaller?" Wang Yu asked again.

"This..." After Wang Yu's comment, everyone finally realized the crux of the issue.

Logically speaking, running in circles wouldn't make the circles smaller; otherwise, the distance to the target would get closer, and the one running would surely end up in trouble. Ling Longmeng wasn't a fool; making the circles smaller was clearly a self-destructive behavior, yet she was doing just that, indicating she had a plan.

...

While the members of the Crowd of Misfits team were talking, the shrinking of Ling Longmeng's circles became increasingly obvious.

"Oh dear... this girl is a bit foolish."

Seeing this, the audience collectively facepalmed and chuckled: "Who runs in circles like that? Isn't that just digging her own grave?"

"Wait!"

Rockabye, noticing the situation, couldn't help but exclaim, "This is bad; the circles are getting smaller, there's definitely a trick! Slaughter is about to be outsmarted!!"

It must be said that Rockabye had a keen eye and sharp thinking; as soon as he realized Ling Longmeng's circles were getting smaller, he immediately grasped her intent.

However, those watching had clarity that the one in the situation lacked.

At that moment, Slaughter was completely focused on the escaping Ling Longmeng, only paying attention to the distance between them and completely unaware of how her circles were shrinking.

At this point, Slaughter was getting closer to Ling Longmeng, and he was too happy to notice anything else.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ling Longmeng's circle shrank to its limit.

Finally, the distance between the two was less than three meters!

Ling Longmeng's figure flashed as she jumped from the tree to the ground.

"Haha! Finally out of mana, right?"

Seeing this, Slaughter felt a surge of joy and raised his greatsword to come crashing down.

After chasing for so long, Slaughter had been counting the number of times Ling Longmeng used her displacement skill; from start to now, she had used it sixty-four times.

For an archer, her mana was terrifying; however, an archer is still an archer, and the mana bar will eventually run out. Sixty-four skills was undoubtedly Ling Longmeng's limit.

"Hehe!"

Unexpectedly, as Slaughter descended from the sky, Ling Longmeng showed no sign of panic; instead, she smiled faintly and took a step back.

"Snap!"

At that moment, a crisp sound rang out, and Slaughter suddenly felt a weight under his feet, realizing he had stepped into a trap without noticing.

"?"

Slaughter looked at the trap beneath him with a cold smile and asked Ling Longmeng in broken Mandarin, "Is this your final move?" (The team leader is Meng Xi, so it's not surprising that the players from the Holy Hall team speak Mandarin.)

"That's right!"

Ling Longmeng put away her crossbow, resting her right hand on her shoulder while her left hand cupped her chin, smiling alluringly, "What? Do you have a problem with that?"

"Hmph!" Slaughter snorted coldly, "You underestimate me too much!"

After all, Slaughter was a top-tier Warrior; the thought that a mere trap could catch him was indeed a bit laughable.

As he spoke, Slaughter suddenly exerted force under his feet, shattering Ling Longmeng's trap, and then he leaped up, swinging his weapon down toward her.

Ling Longmeng did not dodge or avoid; her right hand opened and closed as she shouted, "Gather!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

Accompanied by her command, countless shadowy figures suddenly surged from all directions, immediately binding the leaping Slaughter tightly in midair like a long snake.