Chapter 102: A Minor Scene

Zhang Shan posted the BOSS's attributes in the team channel.

"Damn, the Vanguard's ultimate is insane! If a Berserker could get a skill like that... everyone would be able to charge into enemy ranks like General Zilong, cutting their way in and out without breaking a sweat!"

"This skill is so drool-worthy. Do you think a skill book will drop?" Fengyun Blade asked, full of anticipation.

"Keep dreaming. BOSS ultimates don't just drop skill books, you know? Naïve."

"Can't I at least imagine it?"

"Come on, clear the mobs already! Fighting the BOSS alone is so slow."

Although Zhang Shan's attack power was high—with Attack Blessing and the Magic Nemesis title, his theoretical damage approached six thousand. Actual damage was over four thousand, but with the BOSS's hundred million HP, it was simply outrageous. After all this time, the health bar was still at one hundred percent, not even a dent. It's hard to imagine how much HP the high-level BOSSes will have in the future. Even if players can defeat them, facing such enormous HP, would they have to grind for an entire day? Hopefully, attack power growth will keep up as players level. As long as your attack is high enough, even a BOSS with infinite HP is nothing.

Zhang Shan held the BOSS with seven or eight support players, while the others cleared the elite mobs. After two or three minutes, the BOSS's health finally dropped by one percent—meaning Zhang Shan had dealt a million damage. He glanced at the others' progress: after several minutes, they hadn't even cleared a hundred elite mobs. There were still at least two hundred left. At this rate, it would take over ten minutes to clear them all.

But there was no helping it. Each elite mob had a hundred thousand HP; three hundred meant thirty million in total. With only forty players, even if they just stood there slashing, thirty million HP would take ages to cut through. Not to mention, many couldn't withstand the elites and had to kite them, slowing things further. Zhang Shan kept at it alone.

"Artifact Brother, should I cast Curse on the BOSS?"

Fengyun Qingqing had planned to use her Curse skill when more people were fighting the BOSS together. But seeing the situation now, there was no need to wait; besides, the skill's cooldown wasn't long.

"Go ahead," Zhang Shan replied. "I'll activate Frenzy and Zeal and hit it hard."

Fengyun Qingqing cast Curse at the Vanguard, and a skull icon appeared above the BOSS's head. Damage increased by fifty percent.

Zhang Shan simultaneously activated Frenzy and Zeal, and his output exploded. Level five Zeal increased attack speed by fifty percent; Frenzy added another twenty percent attack and attack speed. For a short time, his attack speed was incredible—two attacks per second, each dealing six to seven thousand. He even triggered a Holy Strike for over eighty thousand damage—immensely powerful. Unfortunately, such output was brief; Zeal lasted only six seconds, Frenzy ten. When the skills ended, his damage returned to normal.

Luckily, he had plenty of critical effects, and Fengyun Cannon's Little Wolf was nearby, granting an extra three percent crit chance. Zhang Shan's overall crit rate likely exceeded ten percent. Special effects triggered constantly: Heavy Strike, Holy Strike, Critical Hit.

Over the next ten minutes, Zhang Shan occasionally checked the others' progress. They were finally nearly done. He alone had taken over seven million HP off the BOSS. Of course, some credit went to Fengyun Qingqing; Curse was incredibly effective against the BOSS, especially when paired with Zhang Shan’s burst skills. He wondered where this young lady had found such a rare skill book.

Both Taoist and Witch Doctor were support classes, but it seemed Witch Doctor's support was far superior. Totem and Curse—these two divine skills alone were enough to define the class. Of course, the skills were excellent, but skill books were hard to come by. Totem, as far as Zhang Shan knew, was unique to Fengyun Qingqing. He’d never heard of anyone else with that skill. Curse, too—maybe someone else had it, but Zhang Shan hadn’t heard of it. Skill books like that were extremely rare; even if you wanted to buy one, who knows if it even existed? And if it did, the price would be astronomical.

By comparison, Taoists fell short. Aside from Attack Blessing, they could only heal. Of course, Taoists had stronger personal abilities, at least with summoning skills. With summoned creatures, leveling and fighting were easier than pure support.

Once the elite mobs were cleared, everyone could finally gang up on the BOSS. Aside from the supports, over forty players attacked together, and the BOSS's HP finally began to drop steadily. Numbers were the key. No matter how strong Zhang Shan’s solo output was, against such a massive BOSS, it wasn’t enough.

After over ten minutes, they hadn’t even taken down ten percent of the BOSS’s HP. Now, with more attackers, the difference was obvious.

"Artifact Brother, your Panda pet is really impressive. Its HP always stays above half—totally disrespecting this red BOSS!"

"Way better than Secretary’s useless pet. No matter how tough the physical BOSS, against Artifact Master’s Panda, it’s trash."

"Haha, Secretary gets roasted again."

"Hey, don’t badmouth Secretary behind her back. I’ll report you, hehe."

"Humph, you petty man."

"If only I could tame a Panda pet myself."

Aside from Fengyun Cannon, there was another guild member with the Hunter class, but he’d had no luck finding a suitable pet.

"Don’t set your sights so high, buddy. Just get a Little Wolf like mine. Why dream of a Panda?"

"Yeah right, easy for you to say! Where am I supposed to find another Little Wolf?"

"Just keep exploring the map. You never know, maybe you’ll run into one."

"At this rate, I’d be better off buying a lottery ticket. Honestly, the odds of winning are probably higher than finding a pet."

For Hunters, finding a good pet was always a hot topic, but it all came down to luck. The right pet was just too hard to find.

When the BOSS’s HP dropped by twenty percent, a phantom of a demon god slowly appeared. Everyone’s HP plummeted. Fengyun Qingqing immediately cast Totem in the center, handling it with ease. They were used to these skills now—no pressure at all.

"Damn, Blade Bro went down!"

Zhang Shan turned to look; Boss Wu was already on the ground. He’d forgotten about him. The Demon God’s Will wasn’t a problem for most, but Boss Wu couldn’t handle it. He was only level ten, with less than five hundred HP. Facing that skill, he was instantly knocked out, with no chance of rescue.

"Just revive at the guild base and run back. It’s not far," Zhang Shan told him. Lying on the ground wouldn't do; when the BOSS was defeated, you wouldn't get any experience unless you were standing.