Chapter 325 Chapter324-I'd Rather Sleep with a Dog Than with You!
Wolf Prime emanated an intense battle spirit and confidence.
With an arrogant sneer, he taunted Dirge, "Woman, you think you can defeat me? Stop daydreaming!"
Dirge took a deep breath, unfazed by his provocative remarks.
She knew that her top priority was to recover her strength swiftly, so she promptly downed a large bottle of restorative potion.
Moments later, with their energy partially replenished, the two charged at each other once more.
Dirge unleashed a series of skills unique to her berserker class, hoping to exploit her high attack power and burst damage to gain an edge in the battle.
However, Wolf Prime's reactions were swift.
He too released his berserker abilities, effectively parrying all of Dirge's onslaughts.
The battle intensified, and Dirge felt as if her blood was boiling.
She genuinely enjoyed combat and relished the thrill of close-quarters combat.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen the berserker class!
However, as the battle raged on, the advantages of Wolf Prime's higher level and superior equipment began to shine through.
He effortlessly dodged Dirge's attacks.
Yet, every offensive move he made bore immense force, leaving Dirge constantly on the defensive.
The pressure mounting on her was palpable, but her face showed no signs of relenting.
She threw herself at Wolf Prime without holding back, seemingly disregarding her own defense.
The defensive equipment adorning Dirge began to shimmer, time after time, barely withstanding Wolf Prime's relentless assaults.
However, Wolf Prime's onslaughts grew fiercer.
Leveraging his experience and skills, he quickly cornered Dirge.
Her energy waned, and the defensive attributes of her equipment dimmed to zero, shattering immediately.
Fragments of equipment littered the arena.
Biting down hard, Dirge's eyes still bore fiercely into Wolf Prime.
Just as she braced herself for a last stand, Wolf Prime abruptly halted his offense.
He stared coldly at her, his face painted with a mocking smirk.
A chill ran down Dirge's spine; she realized that Wolf Prime wasn't genuinely intending to spare her.
He aimed to drown her in despair and powerlessness, eroding her fighting spirit.
With a cold laugh, Wolf Prime taunted, "Dirge, can you see it now? Your strength and abilities are no match for mine. The Tide Guild is destined to fall! What power do you have left to challenge me?"
Clamping her jaw shut, Dirge straightened up, her eyes gleaming with determination.
She knew there was no turning back now.
She had to give it her all, fighting Wolf Prime to the bitter end.
Especially with those earnest eyes of the Tide Guild members below, she couldn't possibly utter words of surrender.
What's the worst that could happen?
Merely dying?
After all, in this virtual game, real death was an impossibility.
In her heart, Dirge roared, fervently trying to rally her spirit.
As her blood continued to pour out, there was a sudden surge of energy in her body.
It turned out that upon her health dropping to a certain level, the passive attribute of the berserker class was activated.
[Bloodthirsty Rampage: Exclusive passive for berserker players. When health drops below a certain threshold, this skill is triggered, granting the berserker a 50% increase in attack power, defense, and movement speed. Duration: Two minutes...]
Dirge once again lifted her massive axe, charging at Wolf Prime with a battle cry. "The fight isn't over yet, so spare me your drivel!"
This time, Dirge's onslaught was fiercer, finally making Wolf Prime feel the pressure.
His defenses, once seemingly effortless, now seemed strained.
Wolf Prime felt Dirge's intensifying power, and his expression grew more serious.
He realized that the woman before him wasn't as vulnerable as he had imagined, and her mental defenses weren't easily shattered.
He was well aware of the berserker's passive effect.
Every berserker who entered the Rage State could almost double their combat capability.
All the more so for Dirge, who was fueled by boundless rage and the will to fight.
Her determination to save her guild added even more force to her blows.
Seeing Wolf Prime falter under her relentless assault, still, no smile crept onto Dirge's face.
Deep down, she knew that she was only dominating Wolf Prime because of her enraged state.
After all, this state was bound by time.
Once her Rage State ended, she would truly be defenseless.
"Galewind, where the hell are you?" Dirge mentally shouted with urgency, not slackening her offensive tempo for a second.
Seizing an opening in Wolf Prime's defense, Dirge took her chance and unleashed her most potent attack.
A blazing blade of energy emanated from her axe, hurtling straight for Wolf Prime's chest.
Sensing the sheer force of this energy blade, Wolf Prime attempted to dodge, but the blade still struck true, slicing a gash across his chest from which blood poured forth.
Without hesitation, Dirge continued her onslaught, her axe slashing relentlessly at Wolf Prime.
Each skillful strike cut through the air like a razor, pushing Wolf Prime back step by step.
Sensing the looming danger, Wolf Prime let out a guttural roar.
An aura of raw fury radiated from him as he raised his axe, managing to block Dirge's slashes in a flash.
Even though his health hadn't reached a critical level, it seemed Wolf Prime had employed some Arcane Skill to forcibly enter his own Rage State.
Pounding his chest, his muscles bulged and his eyes glinted with a feral ferocity.
Dirge, witnessing the surging power of Wolf Prime, felt a glimmer of despair in her eyes.
She realized she was now witnessing the true might of Wolf Prime and feared that the tide of battle may have irreversibly turned against her.
Grinning wickedly, Wolf Prime transformed into a ferocious wolf, lunging straight at Dirge.
His strikes were blindingly fast, each swing of his massive axe carrying a cataclysmic force.
Dirge tried to dodge and weave, aiming to evade Wolf Prime's relentless attacks, but his speed was overwhelming, leaving her no time to evade.
Her lithe frame was sent flying, crashing hard into the ground.
Dust and debris rose in a cloud over the arena.
The members of the Tide Guild who were watching all displayed worried expressions. Instinctively, they held their breaths, their eyes fixed intently on the rising dust.
Soon, the dust settled.
Holding her heaving chest, Dirge shakily rose from the ground. "I told you," she said, "you are no match for me. Surrender, or die."
Wolf Prime, gripping his massive axe, stood like a behemoth from ancient times, exuding an unstoppable aura of dominance.
Wiping the blood that trickled from the corner of her mouth, a resolute glint flashed in Dirge's eyes.
"I've never been one to give in!" she declared. "I told you, either you die today, or I fall."
She retrieved her axe from the ground.
The last remnants of her energy surged, and like an arrow released from its bow, she charged towards Wolf Prime.
The stark contrast in their sizes made Dirge's desperate assault seem all the more tragic.
It was reminiscent of a tiny insect trying to topple a giant tree.
Dirge knew her time in Rage State was fleeting.
So this was her final onslaught.
Every move and gesture was imbued with a do-or-die resolve.
She cast aside all thoughts of defense, focusing solely on a relentless attack.
However, Wolf Prime wasn't so easily affected.
In his Rage State, he possessed immense defensive strength and regenerative capabilities.
Dirge's blows, though fierce, seemed almost inconsequential against him, barely scratching his defenses.
Despite Dirge's continuous and intense onslaught, where every swing carried the force of a tempest, seemingly unstoppable, Wolf Prime remained unyielding, an immovable mountain.
Not once did the smirk on his face fade.
Dirge finally grasped the vast disparity in strength between her and Wolf Prime, despair filling her heart.
As time ticked away, both Dirge and Wolf Prime bore marks of blood from their intense combat, but she refused to yield, continuing to fight fiercely.
Unfortunately, reality isn't swayed by individual will.
As the seconds passed, the effects of Dirge's Rage State began to wane.
The young woman staggered back, collapsing heavily onto the ground, her body too weak to muster even the slightest movement.
Wolf Prime loomed over her, gazing down with the triumphant smile of a victor.
"I've told you time and again, you're out of your league," he sneered.
"Given your beauty, I'll offer you a chance to surrender. But it'll come at a cost: you'll have to amuse me first."
It was at this moment that Wolf Prime's true colors were unmistakably revealed.
He had never been honorable, often victimizing female players.
A significant reason behind his initiation of the Guild Battle with Tide Guild was his lust for Dirge's beauty...
Upon hearing his words, Dirge spat vehemently, "To think you, with a face like a clueless idiot, would covet my body? I'd rather sleep with a dog than with the likes of you!"
Wolf Prime's face contorted in fury, as if he had suffered the gravest of insults.
Brandishing his axe high, he snarled, "If you refuse the toast, you'll have to face the consequences. Let me send you to the respawn pool!"
Seeing the axe descending towards her, Dirge shut her eyes in resignation.
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