266: Chapter 64 Predicting The Opponent’s Every Next Move 266: Chapter 64 Predicting The Opponent’s Every Next Move Gao Shan and his subordinate officers had made many preparations before entering the Outer Dimension, including, but not limited to, issuing a kerosene lamp to each person.
At first, they seemed useless because it was no longer night inside the school.
Unexpectedly, they became extremely useful here.
The lantern itself was not important, the important thing was the flame within the lantern.
The flame could suppress demons and evil spirits, and as long as this rule was in effect, it didn’t matter whether it was lanterns or kerosene lamps providing the light.
Wang Yunxiao had also considered the possibility that the enemy might directly take the lanterns and extinguish the flames.
But it was clear, since the Thousand-Year Dynasty employed this method to fend off the undead outside the city, there must be a good reason for it.
Otherwise, what would be the point of talking about a Thousand-Year Dynasty; it would have bit the dust long ago.
As expected, the enemy did have the means to put out the lights, but this required a considerable amount of energy and was far less cost-effective than having low-level undead cover the ground.
After this heavy hit, the towering figure of the Rebel Leader seemed to have entered a state of cooldown, standing still with his two hammers.
And those Rebel Cavalry, who had initiated the charge without expecting Wang Yunxiao to have kerosene lamps for illumination, quickly became feeble under the weakened light.
Even if they could withstand it, their mounts could not.
Two Palm Thunders were thrown out, exploding in mid-air, and the Rebel Cavalry were instantly knocked off their horses.
Guozi and Eryang, leading their brothers, struck from both sides, dragging the cavalry off their horses, and without any discussion, proceeded to attack with various weapons.
Twenty originally fierce and overbearing Rebel Cavalry were killed to the last man in less than the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Unlike the ghosts and other incorporeal undead, these Level II undead Rebel Cavalry could not only produce plenty of Gold Beans but could even leave behind equipment and bones after death.
Little Gourd hid within the team, his pen flying as he wrote, making piece after piece of ragged armor that looked like it wouldn’t even sell at a stall disappear from the ground.
Only the largest figure of the Rebel Leader remained, and Wang Yunxiao pondered as he looked at the pair of hammers in his hands.
The noise from that strike had been loud, and even he had struggled to withstand it, taking a good while to recover.
The physical exertion was secondary; the act of extinguishing so many mysteriously significant flames had taken a serious toll on him mentally.
Wang Yunxiao didn’t know if the people inside the Imperial City had any special ways to deal with these undead, but if he were in charge of the city’s defenses, he would certainly have hidden some contingencies in such a vast area.
Anyway, he felt that the strength of the large fellow in front of him was being suppressed to some extent.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so brainless as to use a big move and go AFK for 60 seconds.
However, those big hammers still looked menacing, leaving one to imagine turning black and blue from their blows…
Wang Yunxiao took out his Springfield Rifle, aiming it at his face.
My man, times have changed!
The Rebel Leader seemed aware of the potency of firearms and raised his hammers to shield his face, charging towards Wang Yunxiao with long strides.
Even though he had protected his face, he had also blocked his own line of sight.
The Heavenly Crossbow bolt whistled through the air, its long crossbow arrow piercing straight through his left shoulder, and the chain snapped taut.
Dead men certainly don’t feel pain, but the dragging of the chain caused his body to lose balance.
After stumbling forward a few steps, he was dragged down to the ground.
The Rebel Leader grabbed the chain and yanked, but the other side didn’t budge an inch.
Although he was able to wield such large hammers, one could imagine the strength of his arms; however, this time he faced not ordinary people, but Garrison Soldiers standing in formation!
“Guozi, Eryang!
Grab his other hand!”
At Wang Yunxiao’s command, his two best fighters rushed forward.
Even without the Liuyun Rifles, the cold weapons in their hands were not to be underestimated.
The two groups of men coordinated attacks from the left and right, and with Blades and Spears greeting the enemy, the Rebel Leader was suddenly plunged into a dire situation of being unable to cope at both ends.
He was of massive stature, true, but that meant nothing if, lacking brains, he couldn’t exert his true strength.
He had barely caught a ‘little mouse’ hoping to crush it, but in the blink of an eye, the mouse was gone.
Chen Yan’s eyes, hidden beneath the eyepatch, flashed with silver light, continuously pulling those in danger out to safety beside her.
With one of the Rebel Leader’s arms caught, he was already slow and cumbersome; now, with Chen Yan’s constant shifting and position changes, he was strong but unable to land his power.
By this point, Gao Shan was starting to believe that this monster had lost all capability of turning the tables, even involuntarily thinking it seemed so weak and ineffective—though of course, he knew this to be an illusion.
It wasn’t that the opponent was not powerful; it was that Wang Yunxiao controlled the rhythm of the entire battle.
With the limited intelligence at hand, he had practically guessed every move of the enemy, which made the opponent appear so foolish and clumsy.
But where did a middle school student learn such skills?
Could this really be what they call a genius?
Even at this time, Wang Yunxiao still didn’t act rashly.
Holding a Springfield Rifle, he observed the surroundings without showing any signs of tension.
With preparation, he was unconcerned about this kind of third-rate military officer who liked to swing a big hammer or an East Ocean monk using the Golden Bell Shield; these were all minor characters to him.
Given enough time for analysis, he could always find the opponent’s weak point.
What he truly feared was someone flying down from the sky mid-battle, yelling stop and then telling him that they are the 1145th ranking elder of a noble family who practices in seclusion on Earth, that the Rebel Leader was their direct descendant of fourteen generations, and now that you’ve killed him, they would pursue an endless vendetta against you…
However, just as he was thinking this, someone really did drop down from the sky.
Please no…
Wang Yunxiao internally pleaded for less cliché and more sincerity, is that too much to ask for?
Then, as he turned the rifle’s barrel toward the figure standing on the edge of the roof, he surreptitiously pulled out a notebook and glanced at it with the corner of his eye.
There was no display.
Not undead?
A living person?
The notebook had a peculiar feature: it did not display information about living people.
He wasn’t sure if the ability hadn’t been developed, or if the creator had deliberately designed it this way to avoid user suspicion.
If it’s a living person…
Which side are they on?
Hiding in the shadows, they’re most likely up to no good.
Sure enough, after seeing the Rebel Leader shaking and paralyzed from being electrocuted by Guozi with the Whip of Duke Thunder, losing the ability to resist, the figure started to stir.
He swooped down from the rooftop, reaching out with both hands and aiming for the Rebel Leader’s head.
At the same time, Wang Yunxiao decisively pulled the trigger.