Chapter 595: 439, Monica’s Iron Elbow, Lin Da and the Shadow

Monica waved her little wings and fled headlessly like a beheaded fly.

She was lucky; the Earth Bombardment went astray and only cost her a strand of hair.

But the shadow followed relentlessly behind, relentlessly pursuing her.

It continuously harassed her by casting the Earth Spear Spell.

Like a piglet chased by a butcher, Monica glanced back in alarm and saw the indifferent eyes of the shadow, which terrified her so much that her hair stood on end.

Against such an opponent, she had absolutely no confidence in winning!

She would get tired, nervous, and make mistakes.

But the shadow wouldn’t.

“What to do, what to do.”

Monica was so agitated that her forehead was covered in sweat.

Suddenly.

A flash of inspiration struck her mind.

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Due to her intense nervousness, Monica could only think about escaping and had forgotten.

“A brocade bag… that’s right, Lord Lin Da gave me a brocade bag! He even ordered us to open it only when we enter the ‘Refining Heart Mirror Image’ stage!”

Monica first flapped her little wings with all her might to create a safe distance from the shadow.

Only then did she have the leeway to open the Space Ring.

Among a pile of handmade dolls and clothes, she found the white brocade bag given to her by Lin Da.

Feeling like she had grasped a lifeline, Monica breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought the bag might contain some powerful magic items,

but when she opened it, what appeared was just a piece of paper?

Monica was dumbfounded.

Surely Lin Da wasn’t tricking her?

The brocade bag actually contained nothing but a Calming Pill.

It was meant to stabilize the team members’ minds and not to fear the encounter with the [Heart Refining Mirror Image].

Monica couldn’t understand how, faced with the black monster behind her, a simple piece of paper could help her win.

She read it half in disbelief.

Monica’s expression became extremely vivid.

One moment she wanted to laugh, the next she wanted to cry.

The title on the paper read: [How to Defeat the Shadow]

Step one: Use the Earth Prison Art to continuously create walls, blocking the opponent’s line of sight, and rush forward.

Step two: Rush to a close distance.

Step three: Equip the Epic Two-Star [Tiger Head Gauntlets] obtained from the loot of level 18 and activate the embedded skill [Beast Blood Boil].

Step four: Punch it!

Step five: Win.

“What is this.”

Monica looked at it, nearly in tears.

To think that she, a fragile little Mage, should run up to the invincible shadow in front of her and punch the opponent.

The shadow, knowing this plan, could simply maintain distance and cast the Earth Spear Spell from afar.

Without her magic wand, her casting speed would be drastically reduced.

She could only wear the gauntlets and stare dumbly, being treated as a fool by the shadow.

The already slim chance of victory became zero.

“But, but…!”

Lin Da had never deceived her before.

In Monica’s eyes, Lin Da was an invincible White Horse Knight.

A pair of timid big eyes mustered courage and looked towards the distant shadow.

Monica clutched the paper in her palm, lightly flicked her wings, and switched from running away to standing still.

What is the prey doing?

A question flashed through the shadow’s mind.

It raised its hand and cast an Earth Spear Spell.

Boom!

The prey chose not to evade.

Earthy yellow particles of light quickly condensed, forming a wall of earth.

The spear crashed into it, instantly shattering.

But this didn’t mean the attack had failed.

The magic power consumed by forming walls with the Earth Prison Art was five times that of the Earth Spear Spell.

In a battle between two Mages of completely equal level and skills, it’s all about consumption and attrition.

It’s about who runs out of magic power first.

It’s about who makes more mistakes.

Cold data flashed through the shadow’s mind.

Its chance of winning, +5%.

Current conclusion, it had a 95% chance of winning.

In contrast, the prey had a mere 5% chance.

“Earth Spear Spell.”

The shadow wielded its magic wand.

A two-meter-long, extremely sharp-tipped Earth Spear shot towards Monica.

Boom!

The same situation repeated itself.

Another wall of earth appeared.

Aerial combat differed from ground combat; the earth wall would immediately plummet due to the law of gravity and couldn’t continually block the Earth Spear.

Defending in such a way was extremely cost-ineffective.

A flash of mocking humanity passed through the shadow’s eyes.

Pointing the wand at Monica, it chanted three sequential Earth Spear Spells.

Following this attack, its chance of victory would rise from 95% to 100%.

The battle was over.

Whoosh!

The Earth Spear Spells raced forth.

Boom–

As expected.

The prey panicked and continued to generate earth walls.

The remaining two Earth Spears were also sequentially blocked by the walls.

A confident smile appeared on the shadow’s face.

Victory was within reach.

The prey’s magic power was almost depleted.

Next was the blow that would decide the outcome.

The shadow calmly chanted the ultimate spell [Falling Rock Technique].

This was a powerful spell that could instantly kill even a Heavy Armored Warrior.

The earth walls couldn’t block it at all!

However, the shadow overlooked one fact.

The five earth walls, every time they obscured Monica’s form.

The release position was closer each time than the last.

As if Monica had planned it all along, she used the earth walls to obscure her form, and stealthily approached the shadow.

But…

A tiny Mage without any physical strength, even if she reached its face, what could she possibly do?

A Mage’s defensive capabilities are weak, that is, compared to a Swordsman.

If two Mages engaged in close combat, both would be “Blood Oxen,” and neither could kill the other.

“Charge!”

Suddenly.

The heavy earth wall plummeted downward.

A tiny figure rushed forward, growing larger in the shadow’s pupils.

The cold wind howled, blowing the shadow’s long hair.

The girl in front of it wore Tiger Head Gauntlets; her arms were as thick as an adult man’s thighs, veins bulging, blood vessels swollen, resembling two tightly coiled pythons of muscle.

“What?!”

The shadow was slightly stunned.

The equipment on the prey’s hands, an 18th-floor battle trophy [Tiger Head Gauntlets], was supposedly useless for a Mage.