Dale’s small hand opened, and the Chain Water Bombs launched from the Water Wings fell like raindrops.
In the crackling sound of tiny explosions, they struck the Scorpion, creating remarkably dense wounds on its body.
The Scorpion’s tail flicked like lightning, but Dale, well-prepared, easily dodged it.
Upon missing its target, the giant creature seemed to instantly lose interest in this cute little morsel.
It lunged forward, devouring another Combat Slave, its half-crouched body gradually starting to move, ignoring Dale’s dense water bombs like a dive-bomber.
The fine wounds on its body continued to heal visibly as it feasted greedily.
Meanwhile, Ron also commenced his action, deploying his focused technique of Spiritual Interference.
With the advanced course learning and Soron’s private guidance, combined with his "Lag Circle" trait, its power was astounding.
The Scorpion hit by it noticeably slowed, its head shaking continually, trying to rid itself of the disturbing interference.
Ron swiftly constructed a Magic Model, releasing invisible sound waves from his fingertips, striking the Scorpion’s sensitive areas like its ears and eyes with precision.
Although these Sound Wave Vibrations were invisible, their effect was exceptionally pronounced.
Unfortunately, the "Ring of Brilliance" and "Slime Splash" weren’t suitable for this occasion, otherwise, the hindrance effect would be even better.
Off-guard, the Scorpion was hit by successive penetrating attacks, dark blood even seeping from its mouth and nose, its movements visibly slowed...
This series of maneuvers was as smooth as flowing water, with hardly a pause, showcasing Ron’s extremely high level of magic control.
His aim was clear—exhaust the Scorpion’s energy and attention, while searching for its weaknesses, preparing for the final decisive strike.
The other participants on the field cast amazed glances, especially Trish, who was closest, a hint of disbelief flashing in her eyes.
It was well-known that Alchemists often lacked combat prowess, but Ron’s effectiveness in long-range attacks was second only to Holt among those present.
His precise magical control and calm tactical consideration displayed a combat sophistication quite inconsistent with his Alchemist identity.
However, contrary to Ron’s expectations, the Scorpion didn’t shift its focus here due to his harassing attacks.
Instead, its stinger hooked upward, snatching another slave in the rush of the wind, this time a gigantic insect with numerous wings.
Ron continuously unleashed restrictive attacks, alternately using Sound Wave Vibration and Spiritual Interference.
In fact, the Scorpion’s tail hook missed Dale earlier due to his timely use of Spiritual Interference Wave impact during its attack, otherwise, the Little Sea Siren couldn’t have evaded so easily.
Ron frowned, watching the Scorpion’s decreasing movements, simply crouched down, devouring relentlessly...
The creature was focused on crunching the crispy hard objects in its mouth.
It seemed particularly fond of this, with a higher desire to hunt individual insects compared to other slaves.
Up on the high platform, a barely visible smile appeared at the corner of Hayek’s mouth.
"Interesting, it seems my specimen has absorbed enough blood energy."
Ron certainly couldn’t hear this, but through his Extraordinary Recognition Ability, he saw the massive energy fluctuation erupting like a volcano inside the Scorpion after it completely swallowed its last bloody bite...
His heart tightened, confirming his ominous premonition.
He immediately realized the situation might rapidly worsen, quickly warning Dale through mental contact:
"Prepare for retreat, the Scorpion might be about to fully awaken!"
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the participants still attacking the Scorpion up close were completely unaware of the impending danger.
Following Ron’s successful attacks, they seemed to mimic his actions, becoming more confident, with their tactics becoming increasingly aggressive.
But then, the originally sluggish Scorpion suddenly burst into incredible speed, its eyes sharpening like knives, and its muscles seeming to swell invisibly.
More terrifyingly, an invisible oppressive aura emanated from it, making all the participants present feel a sudden jolt of heart-pounding fear.
The Scorpion’s figure flickered, and its poisonous stinger pierced out like lightning.
Instantly, it penetrated a Combat Slave controlled by a participant, a beast engulfed in ghostly blue flames.
The sting pierced through the bear’s chest, injecting the green venom instantly into its body.
The scorching blue flames were extinguished in an instant, and the robust bear’s body slumped to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut, its life rapidly fading.
Even more horrifyingly, the Scorpion did not stop; with a sweeping motion of its massive front claw, it slammed the same participant against the Shield Wall.
A dull thud echoed as the participant’s body crashed heavily against the Rune-Inscribed Wall.
Blood spilled from their mouth, the light in their eyes dimming quickly, clearly having lost consciousness.
The participant’s chest and abdomen were torn by the claw strike, exposing white ribs, blood and fragments of internal organs scattering across the ground.
This series of actions was as fluid as running water, swift enough that almost everyone didn’t react in time, and the atmosphere on the battlefield turned deathly silent in an instant.
Many participants’ faces were filled with fear, their legs weak, completely losing the courage to fight.
Ron observed all this, keeping a calm expression but with his vigilance elevated to the highest level internally.