Chapter Twenty-One: The Proper Way for a Paladin to Fight

“Aren't you going to take a look?” Boya smiled gracefully, her hand covering her mouth as she laughed, her elbow pressing against that deep ravine, making Mu Rongxun steal a couple more glances.

“Look at what?” she snapped, feigning annoyance.

“I was wondering if they're real,” Mu Rongxun answered honestly.

“What are you talking about!” Boya huffed in anger, puffing out her ample chest in defiance.

“Take a good look—could these possibly be fake?”

“You never know,” Mu Rongxun replied, pulling his gaze away. “In reality, it's hard enough to tell what's real from what's not, let alone in the Magic Tower where you can alter anything.”

“Then let me show you whether they're real or not.” Without giving him a chance to react, Boya stepped over, gripped his head, and pressed it firmly into the deep valley between her breasts.

The overwhelming force left him entirely unable to break free.

Meanwhile, in her other hand, Boya held a long needle shimmering with a dark light, slowly bringing it toward Mu Rongxun’s neck.

But, to her surprise, as the needle was about to touch his skin, he still made no move to break her hold.

Had she misjudged him after all? With that thought, she released him, and with a twist of her wrist, the needle vanished.

“Phew, phew!” Gasping for breath as he finally resurfaced, Mu Rongxun had only one thought in his mind: busty women are truly terrifying!

What he didn’t know was that, by restraining himself upon sensing danger, he had narrowly escaped disaster. If he had actually resisted, and Boya realized he wasn’t just an ordinary player, she wouldn’t have shown any mercy.

“So, do you know whether they’re real now?” Boya called over her shoulder before falling backward, transforming in an instant into a leopard and dashing off toward the others.

With only 2.4 points in Agility, Mu Rongxun had no hope of matching her speed. Fortunately, he could still follow by ear, so he wasn’t afraid of losing track.

After running for several minutes, he burst out of the small grove into open space, and the scene before him abruptly broadened.

Outside the woods was a small clearing, where the trio of Sword Song and his companions stood at the edge. In the center of the clearing, six figures were entangled together.

The four Paladins stood side by side, facing two others across from them.

“Heh! Old man, who would’ve thought you’d end up alone and bump into us,” the Paladin leader said maliciously, eyeing the man carrying a blue case on his back.

“So it’s you lot again,” one of the opposing figures sneered. “Looks like the last lesson wasn’t enough—you actually dared to come swaggering in front of us.”

“Wang Junfeng, what are you so cocky about? Without Fang Yige, you think you can still do whatever you please against us?” the third Paladin brother shouted furiously.

“Hmph!” Wang Junfeng’s expression darkened. He flipped open the top of his case, and a massive hammer dropped into his hand.

“I’ll deal with these unruly brats first—then I’ll fight you.”

When they saw Wang Junfeng gripping his huge hammer, the four Paladin brothers instinctively stepped back.

“You interrupted my fun, and now the mood’s ruined. How about we get rid of them together, then settle things between us?” said the buzz-cut youth standing beside Wang Junfeng, arms crossed, casting a cold glance at the four.

“Fine by me,” Wang Junfeng agreed.

“Hey, this is between us and that brat—don’t go sticking your nose in,” the Paladin leader warned, frowning.

“I’ll interfere if I want—what are you going to do about it?” the youth answered defiantly, throwing him a provocative look.

“Then we’ll beat you too!” the third brother shouted.

“Fools,” Sword Song shook his head, watching the scene. “They actually dared provoke that madman,” he muttered before turning and heading back into the woods.

The youth threw back his head and laughed wildly. “Good, good! Come on then—either kill me or get killed yourselves!”

With that, his body shot upward, a tail suddenly sprouting behind him.

Beside him, Wang Junfeng’s massive hammer crackled with blue lightning.

“Iron Gold Ape? That lunatic Jing Fang!” the Paladin leader blanched.

“Wasn’t he on the second-tier battlefield? How did he end up here?” the second brother cursed under his breath.

There was no time for deliberation. All four Paladins were suddenly clad in golden armor, each wielding a golden hammer resembling Wang Junfeng’s, though of a different hue.

They raised their hammers high; beams of light descended to envelop each of them, surrounding every man in four layers of golden shields.

And, not content with that, they continued to cast buffs on themselves—after all, Paladins were a semi-support class, and four of them stacking buffs on each other was truly formidable.

“All show, no substance,” scoffed Fang Yuan, known as Jing Fang, sneering as he lunged at them like a runaway truck.

“Boom!” But before he could reach them, a golden hammer fell from the sky, crashing down.

Fang Yuan was abruptly stopped, his eyes glazing over as he fell into a daze.

Yet, as someone symbiotically bonded with the Iron Gold Ape, his resistances were extremely high, so the stun effect was far less potent than expected.

“This isn’t good!” the leader called out.

“Second, quick!”

“Boom!” The second brother didn’t hesitate, raising his hammer to summon another golden phantom, which crashed down on Fang Yuan’s head, knocking him back into a daze just as he was about to recover.

Watching this, and seeing the third and fourth brothers itching to strike, Mu Rongxun and the others on the sidelines couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Fang Yuan. Encountering this bunch was truly exasperating!

After stunning him, the group continued to stack layer upon layer of buffs on each other.

“Have you forgotten about me?” Wang Junfeng snarled, storming up to the four with his hammer in hand.

“Without Fang Yige, you’re nothing!” the third brother taunted, hurling another control spell at Wang Junfeng for good measure.

“Hmph!” Lightning arced across Wang Junfeng’s Thunder Hammer as its handle extended, the head smashing directly into the third brother.

A deep, bell-like clang rang out, and although the third brother was sent flying by the impact, he quickly got up, seemingly unharmed.

Seeing his usually unstoppable thunder attack fail, Wang Junfeng was momentarily stunned.

“You think after fighting you for so long we wouldn’t be prepared?” the third brother crowed triumphantly as he dusted himself off.

Just then, the fourth brother struck again, keeping Fang Yuan locked in a daze.

They knew Wang Junfeng’s Thunder Tactics relied on the power of lightning. If they dared provoke him, how could they not come prepared?