"How many more beasts do you have? Release them all at once, and let's roast them all for BBQ," Orson said with a sly smile.
Without giving the Griffin a chance to take flight again, a relentless barrage of basic attacks surged forward, quickly reducing it to a pile of broken meat in under ten seconds.
Victor: "You will die! Adventurer, you will die! For killing my beasts, I will make you pay with your life!"
Bradley: "You talk too much. Who told you to use your stats to crush me? Neither of us owe the other anything."
Victor nearly lost his mind as he summoned another Dragon King, but its power was only Lord-Class. He hoped to get in close for a physical fight with Orson.
"Wind God's Sigh."
"Wind God's Sigh..."
"Wind God's Sigh..."
All six Orsons spoke in unison. This was a C-Class awakened skill, but now it became a terrifying six-fold casting!
Layers upon layers of Wild Gale gathered, forming a wind pressure wall that slammed down on the Dragon King, forcing it down with overwhelming force. It couldn't even lift its head, let alone fly.
"Do you have any more beasts? If not, this will be over soon," Orson laughed lightly.
The relentless barrage continued, and another beast was obliterated in the chaos.
Victor's eyes turned bloodshot with rage as he used his Body Domination skill to forcefully break through. He rapidly charged toward Orson, surrounded by crackling lightning.
But just as he was about to reach Orson, Orson smacked the Crimson Lizard King's head. "Increase the distance, knock him down to low health."
The Crimson Lizard King spread its dragon wings and swiftly ascended to the edge of the arena, casting a cold glance down at Victor below.
Doom Dragon Breath!
Exploding Stars of Fire!
Zombie Basic Attacks Sixfold!
Victor was completely stunned. As a high-intelligence NPC, he knew that to defeat Orson's clones, he had to strike the true form releasing the skills. But now, with all his beasts dead, he couldn't fly.
Victor reluctantly turned his gaze to Orson's clones, only to be shocked.
All five clones were standing at the edges of the arena, positioned at the farthest corners. No matter which clone he tried to approach, he would face devastating attacks in the process!
Orson controlled all five clones simultaneously. The farther the distance, the less accurate their attacks, but the clones only needed to strike in the general direction while relying on Magic Amplification to force Victor to move.
The main body of Orson, however, performed the precise attacks.
Victor's health rapidly declined as he was bombarded by multiple Chaos Chains, losing more and more health.
Despair!
Pure, unrelenting despair!
Victor's once proud and opulent Imperial Champion set was shattered, and he now lay in a state that wasn't much better than Golden Dragon Knight.
His health dropped below five million, and Orson slowed his output, not wanting to accidentally deal a fatal blow with a critical hit.
"How brutal! This is insane!"
"I can't believe it! I don't know what the melee players here think, but I'm about to throw up!"
The players in the crowd were covered in cold sweat, watching as the Empire Champion Victor, a peak Saint Lord-Class warrior, was reduced to nothing but prey. His last sliver of hope was crushed by Orson's unrelenting magic.
Orson, who had complete control over distance and damage, demonstrated the terrifying power of a mage that could endlessly kite and play with their opponent at will.
It didn't matter if Victor had one hundred million or one billion health; he was utterly powerless in Orson's hands.
"Go ahead! Eat your full health potions and don't screw this up," Orson suddenly said. Bradley, still dazed and not fully recovering, turned his head, muttering, "Huh? What?" His expression was clueless as he didn't even know where he was.
"Just 200,000 health left, I'm scared if I hit him too much, I might accidentally kill him," Orson said with an exasperated look.
"Oh," Bradley muttered, still confused. Orson sighed, shaking his head. This idiot had made it too easy to be misunderstood as having been given the "Orgod's Noob-Slayer VIP card" for this session.
With a dismissive kick, Orson sent Bradley flying off Crimson Lizard King's back. Orson then directed Crimson Lizard King to fly above the near-death Golden Dragon.
Bibienne was covered in soot, her once handsome features now vacant, with blood below a million health.
As a proud Dragon Knight, she had been broken by Orson's hand, her eyes hollow, devoid of any will to fight.
She looked up at the shadow in the sky, and for a moment, her gaze flickered as if remembering something.
Shouting toward the cold, distant figure of the Judgment Court law enforcer, she cried, "I, Imperial Count Bibienne, surrender!"
The law enforcer, Adela, looked at her impassively and said, "You cannot surrender. You still have the strength to fight."
Bibienne, filled with fury and confusion, glared at Adela. Adela coldly replied, "The match is decided once your health reaches zero. But you still have the chance for one final battle. Dragon Knights fight for the Golden House's honor!"
"Can't surrender? Why?"
"Shit! This NPC might be directly executed by Orgod!" The onlookers gasped in shock.
A detail-obsessed player began analyzing:
"According to the rules, defeating the Dragon Knight means the challenger can claim Pondenorlin City. The battle ends only when their health is fully depleted. NPCs don't die from this alone."
"Exactly. Golden Dragon Knight's health is bound to the Golden Dragon through the Soul Contract. If one is killed by Orson, the other will perish as well."
"Life-sharing is powerful, but it shouldn't be used recklessly."
Orson smiled knowingly, casting a glance at the dying Golden Dragon.
"Golden Dragon Nuyalius, call upon your kin. The powerful Golden Dragons will bring you hope for life."
A voice that sounded like a temptation from hell echoed.
"Foolish mortal, as you wish!"
Nuyalius's eyes gleamed with coldness as he opened his giant mouth, releasing a golden mist.
An enigmatic Dragon Curse spell materialized into glowing runes that floated into the air.