How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

Chapter 331: Returning Practically 5



-FOOOOSHHH!!!

The moment the four of them had begun to regroup, adjusting their tactics, Riley's demeanor changed.

For the first time in this battle-he moved.

A slow, deliberate step forward.

A chill ran down Magnus's spine as he instinctively tensed. "Hey, I thought you'd just let us come to you, senior." His voice wavered slightly.

From the very beginning, Riley had been nothing but stationary.

He had stood there, completely still, letting his juniors throw every ounce of their skill and tactics at him.

He had parried, blocked, and countered-but never once had he taken a step.

Up until now, they had foolishly believed that as long as they kept trying, they would eventually find a way to win.

That maybe, just maybe, they could outlast him.

But as Riley took another step forward, his voice cut through the air.

"You guys were taking too long... and it's about time we wrap this up, right?"

-FWOOSH!

He vanished.

The instant Riley disappeared from his position, a streak of bluish lightning ripped through the battlefield.

"He's coming!!"

Stacia, already anticipating his approach, reacted on instinct.

Her mana surged violently, igniting the air around her in an intense, fiery blaze.

[Mid-Grade Flame Magic]

[Infernal Wall]

A massive wave of fire roared to life, encircling the group in a protective barrier of sheer heat.

The raging inferno should have halted any normal opponent, forcing them to either break through or be consumed by the flames.

And yet-

Riley's blurred image passed right through it.

Untouched and Unstoppable.

"Everyone, get back!!" Stacia screamed.

The others instinctively leapt away, but she didn't retreat.

Instead, she gritted her teeth, raising her sword high-ready to take the brunt of his attack. Because she knew.

She knew Riley would strike first at whoever stood in front.

And she was right.

-FLASH!!!-

-CLAAAANNNGGGG!!!!

The moment their weapons clashed; a deafening shockwave exploded across the battlefield. Stacia had taken enough of Riley's strikes to understand something crucial-

She could survive them.

It wasn't easy.

The sheer force of his blows rattled her bones and threatened to tear through her defenses each time, but she was still standing.

And now, she instinctively knew which parts of her body needed reinforcement.

Her back, her legs-every fiber of her being needed to brace itself for the sheer impact. She wasn't just fighting; she was enduring.

If she was to be the tank of the group, she had to hold her ground.

Her flames weren't ordinary. They didn't just burn-they melted mana itself.

No matter how blindingly fast Riley's swordsmanship was, no matter how refined his technique-if his attacks were enhanced by mana, then her fire should have been enough to reduce the brunt of its impact.

And she was right.

But even with that advantage, it wasn't enough.

The moment his blade connected-BOOM!!!

She was sent flying.

Once again, her body was hurled backward from sheer force alone.

And Riley didn't stop assaulting her first ignoring everybody else at the moment.

Again.

And again.

The same situation kept repeating.

Stacia gritted her teeth, frustration boiling in her chest-not just from exertion, but from the

sheer annoyance of it all.

They had tried everything. Nothing was working.

But that didn't mean she was going to give up.

A slow, confident smirk tugged at her lips. If direct attacks weren't enough... then they just

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