Unlike playing games in his previous life, everything here causes real injuries. A slash to the leg cripples, a severed hand renders it useless, and a headshot is an instant kill. Otherwise, how could a routed veteran be killed by a farmer with a single thrust of a manure fork? In a game, you'd at least expect a few back-and-forth exchanges.
When Duncan pulled out the manure fork, he found that the fork's tip was quite sharp. This headshot might have been aided by his 'Manure Fork Mastery,' after all, it was an old tool he had used for over ten years.
Moreover, under the control of the god's-eye view, the 'Technique: Stab' he executed was an all-out strike with perfect coordination of waist and horse. If he had to do it himself, he probably wouldn't have managed, likely getting too nervous before acting. But under the god's-eye view, as long as his mind willed it, the body he controlled would immediately unleash all its power.
His control efficiency over this body was directly pushed to over one hundred percent!
"This round can be fought!"
The commotion here had already alarmed the other two enemies. The entire small village of thirty or forty people had almost been slaughtered. Upon hearing the screams from this side, another fierce enemy quickly came over.
Even more troublesome was the grim knight who had just killed a farmer pleading for mercy and was now rapidly approaching with weapon drawn.
He was a one-star marked enemy unit.
One versus two, certain death!
The grim knight was better equipped, wearing a robe armor. Though he also lacked a helmet, he had a hood with metallic glint at the edges. His arms were covered with bracers, elbow guards, and gauntlets, while his legs had knee guards, shin guards, and metal-plated boots. If not for lacking a plate armor on his chest, he'd look like a complete tin can knight.
This round won't be easy.
Duncan controlled the character to pick up a throwing axe from the ground. The moment he held it, a constantly shifting crosshair appeared, and instantly he knew where his chance to turn the tables lay.
"One chance!"
"Got to aim for a headshot!"
At this moment, Duncan called upon the spirit he had when he used to battle in internet cafes with roommates back in his school days, focusing all his attention on the reticle. The constantly shifting crosshair that expanded and contracted represented his mastery of the throwing axe. Without any professional training, he could only aim using this wildly unstable crosshair to hit the enemy.
Just like in a game, operational skills can make up for lack of technical abilities.
Bullseye!
Thud.
Under the god's-eye view, it was as if Duncan was using cheat vision, catching the enemy just as they exposed their head, even predicting half a second in advance. He threw the throwing axe with all his might from eight meters away, hitting right in the forehead. The burly body of the foe toppled with a thud, once again performing a disappearing health bar trick.
These enemies' health bars were as short as his own.
On the projection interface of Duncan's consciousness, his energy bar suddenly consumed a segment, then started to slowly recover.
"Only one enemy left!"
Duncan heard faint breathing, emitted by the body he controlled, while his own consciousness remained unaware. Observing, he found the energy bar had used up almost half.
Although the depletion of energy didn't have an obvious effect on his consciousness, the controlled body still showed signs.
Breathing heavily.
Indicating that two full bursts of energy had left the body somewhat exhausted.
Just then, the grim knight appeared, his expression showing a trace of fear as he stared unblinkingly at the young man not far away, seeming incredulous. The youth he had knocked unconscious with a punch during the chaotic battle had, upon awakening, taken down his two henchmen.
If only he had finished the job before.
By the haystack, the youth expressionlessly pulled the throwing axe from the enemy's forehead and began to retreat. Facing off directly against a knight with rigorous training, he had no chance of winning.
The enemy's only weak spot was the head; without a headshot, it's hard to deliver serious damage.
Duncan's consciousness controlled the body to retreat without looking back, slipping behind the corner of a wooden house. The grim knight hesitated a moment but followed cautiously, wary of an ambush from the enemy familiar with the terrain.
Both of his henchmen clearly fell from ambush tactics.
Duncan controlled the body to retreat at a steady pace, monitoring the energy bar. Under the god's-eye view, the enemy's every movement was visible. When the enemy sped up, he sped up; when they slowed down to flank him, he changed direction to avoid them.
The distance between them remained roughly twenty meters, yet the grim knight just couldn't locate him, feeling like the youth was ghosting around him.
It's like seeing a ghost!
No visibility.
How does he know where I am?
The grim knight, clad in armor, wasn't fast. Within this small area of just about fifty meters in diameter, no matter how he tried, he couldn't catch up.
It's like cheat vision.
The enemy's psychological defenses were crumbling bit by bit!
God's-eye view.
King of Qin circling the post.
Upon noticing the enemy's evident change in emotion through the god's-eye view, Duncan's focus heightened.
Now is the time to hunt!
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[PS: Started a new book. Looking for readership.
That's all.]