That wasn't all. Angelina's spear tip flicked upwards, lifting Florence, who was sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, into the air. Spear shadows swirled wildly, move after move, the spear intent's sharpness blindingly fast. Every second, blood marks erupted on the man's body, and his health bar visibly plummeted.
"Night's Slumber, Thousand Slashes of Crimson, Void Rip Spear Shadow, Azure Dragon Chasing the Sun..." The girl used a series of familiar spearman techniques with flowing grace; often, before one move was complete, her subtle body movements were already preparing for the next.
Apparently finding the HP reduction too slow, Angelina changed from sweeping to stabbing. Her cavalry spear thrust upwards furiously, unleashing Crimson Bullet Seal, Storm Sakura Scattering, Void Break Budding Flower, Moon Blossom Spin... various techniques of Angelina's own creation were unleashed simultaneously.
Of course, Akabane Tsubaki named them all.
The wildly upward-thrusting spear tip was so fast that only afterimages remained. Countless phantom spear intents tore through space, piercing clean through. Florence's body convulsed like chaff in a sieve, erupting with torrents of blood every second.
The scene was too brutal. The fans' joyful expressions froze on their faces, and some spectators couldn't bear to watch, quietly closing their eyes. Compared to an evenly matched battle, this was simply a one-sided slaughter.
Soon after, Florence lost consciousness. Angelina simply stopped her combo, switching from stabbing to flicking, sending Florence flying to the other side. She repeatedly tossed his body up like a shuttlecock. Spectators seated higher up in the arena only saw Florence rise and fall, then fly even higher before plummeting down with a heavy thud.
Even Florence's teammates sighed and shook their heads, unwilling to look at a scene that would forever nail the Heterogeneous Front to the pillar of shame.
"Are you done hitting?"
Just then, something unexpected happened. Florence, who had lost consciousness, suddenly awoke. Vividly colored wings burst open behind him, rapidly sweeping back to escape the girl's assault. His already flamboyant pink smoking jacket shimmered with brilliant light, its fur collar becoming even fluffier, each strand of down gleaming with iridescent luster, appearing like soft, colorful waves from afar.
The divine endowment, "My Beautiful Attire," was instantly unleashed!
A face swollen like a pig's head rapidly returned to its original form, becoming wickedly beautiful and charming. Florence's condition was restored to its peak!
"Now it's my turn, isn't it?"
Seeing Florence unleash his divine endowment, the Heterogeneous Front members, who had been despairing, felt hope rekindle within them. Countless previously disheartened spectators screamed with fervent enthusiasm upon seeing Florence's current appearance.
"Florence! Florence! Florence!"
The roar of the crowd echoed through the arena once more.
"It's settled." The Heterogeneous Front's support immediately spoke, chuckling with relief. "It seems the outcome of this match is already decided. Florence will win."
His teammates beside him nodded in agreement.
The traditional four-protect-one tactic actually has a fatal flaw. This flaw isn't the limitation of a single team core, but rather that when the team core's attributes, under multiple buffs, exceed a certain threshold, any further attribute buffs will have a negligible effect because the attribute bonuses have been diluted.
To illustrate simply, if a person's attack is 1 point, and their panel attack is buffed to 800 points, the damage increase is undoubtedly visible. However, if a person's attack is 100,000 points, increasing it to 100,800 points, the damage increase is minuscule, and almost imperceptible. This is dilution.
Therefore, in a four-protect-one strategy, one usually wouldn't choose a core with exceptionally outstanding personal ability or attributes, but rather someone with more unique characteristics. Clearly, Florence was just such a distinctive main attacker.
Although he was a combatant Asura, his charm attribute was extraordinarily high, nearly five hundred, and he was proficient in multiple charm skills.
The unique property of his divine endowment, "My Beautiful Attire," could amplify his charm's singularity indefinitely. Approaching within 10 meters of its divine endowment domain would automatically trigger a charm skill check every 2 seconds.
Whether the charm check succeeded or not was unimportant; in battles of this caliber, any momentary distraction could be fatal.
It could be said that as the Heterogeneous Front's starting team, they had consistently achieved surprising victories in the league by exploiting this peculiar angle.
Their initial worry was whether Angelina would combo Florence to death, preventing him from even activating his divine endowment. Only after confirming that "My Beautiful Attire" had successfully unleashed did the stone in their hearts finally drop.
"It seems this battle no longer holds any suspense."
"'My Beautiful Attire' specializes in effects on the opposite sex. Unless Abyssal White Flower isn't interested in the opposite sex, or she's inherently frigid, I can't imagine any possibility of losing," the buffer said with a nod.
For some reason, after the buffer uttered those words, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly grew eerily cold. The relaxed expressions on the teammates' faces vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
The buffer's voice trembled: "We won't lose, right?"
Watching Angelina rapidly close in on him, Florence's gaze was flirtatious. He simply stopped defending, thinking that with his five hundred charm, even Abyssal White Flower would surely be unable to resist falling into his arms, right?
Just like before, with his beauty, regardless of gender, as long as he opened his arms, those foolish people would eagerly vie for his affection. In this era obsessed with appearance, even animals following their instincts couldn't escape this eternal rule.
Florence was intoxicated by his own beauty; even he couldn't completely escape the charm check.
"Come, embrace him, let him test this thorny flower!"
Florence was immersed in his fantasy, and his response was a heavy punch to the face!
Angelina stepped forward, her long-prepared fist erupting directly, smashing straight into his face, breaking his nasal bone, and caving in and distorting that wickedly handsome face.
Florence was like an out-of-control cannonball. Sonic booms swept through as he was sent flying a hundred meters with a single punch, spinning continuously in the air before violently embedding himself in the wall, creating a large network of cracks.
That one punch completely emptied Florence's health bar, and the man's figure dissipated into specks of light.
The entire venue fell silent. The previously fervent spectators once again collectively fell silent. No one made a sound; even the host's hand, gripping the microphone, hung in mid-air, unsure whether to announce the match results.
In the center of the arena, under the spotlight, Angelina stood up and loosened her fist in confusion, not understanding what was wrong with her opponent, who just stood there letting her hit him.
If she knew what Florence had been thinking just now, Angelina would probably burst out laughing.
Funny, considering she could remain unfazed every day by a face with over 3000 MAX charm. And some random divine endowment that popped out of nowhere thought it could make a charm check on her?
Rate on N.U.
