The defense of the soul shield has a limit, and attacks that exceed it can blast it.

  In terms of speed, there is also a flaw. When the Soul Shield encounters an impact that is strong enough but not enough to break it, it will be knocked back. The greater the force, the farther it will bounce back. Until it returns to its defensive position again, this interval will inevitably leave the defense empty.

  Apart from this, the area of the soul shield is also a problem. It cannot defend the entire body while giving the opponent multiple attacks, and it will be easy to break through the defense.

  Tang Dun took advantage of this, using his battle axe to hold off Xiao Huzi's soul shield, and then the giant's arrow shot at the vital parts.

  Why is it said that low-ranking mages have a hard time winning against high-ranking ones? Because every time you advance one small rank, you get an additional block of soul shield. Robinson, as a fifth-rank mage, has five shields. With Tangdon's current strength, he can't even break through the other person's defense.

  Ultra-fast continuous attacks that exceed the soul shield's movement limit, making it completely unable to keep up with the hits, which is also a way to break defense.

  Two-segment combo, belongs to this category.

  In addition, there are deceptive attacks, such as feigning an attack on a vital spot, letting the mage command the soul shield to defend, and then quickly switching the attack position to achieve damage.

  For Dondake, there are still many things he needs to learn. If he thinks that killing over a thousand ghouls can make him invincible, then he will definitely die very quickly.

  "No suspense anymore!" Holma felt relieved.

  Xiao Huzi let out a loud roar, wanting to counterattack, but Tang Dun didn't give him the chance, launching wave after wave of attacks.

  "We can't let him counterattack."

  Tang Dun unleashed three consecutive axe chops, suddenly followed by a Giant Slayer strike, leaving Xiao Huzi unable to organize a counterattack and forced to retreat.

  "Great, skills should be mixed with normal attacks, making it harder to defend and more threatening!" Holma commented in a timely manner.

  Xiao Huzi took a few axe blows and found that the rhinoceros's strength, which he had relied on as his trump card, was being restrained. His arm was numb from the shock, and he could hardly hold onto his war hammer. He wanted to pull back, regroup, and counterattack, while also letting go of this wave of attacks.

  After a burst of attack, there must be a brief period of weakness. Xiao Hu Zi was preparing to counterattack at that time, but Tang Dun's attack was one wave stronger than the other.

  Tang Dun relentlessly pursued, after another slash in the air, suddenly released a giant chain axe, with magic lock chains connected, and heavily hit Xiao Huzi's belly.

  The little mustache that was blown away had not yet fallen to the ground when a giant battle-axe seal shot up into the sky and then chopped down.

  The air seemed to be torn apart.

  Boom, Xiao Huzi hit the mark, and directly smashed into the ground, splashing mud everywhere. His entire left leg was crushed into a pulp, with blood and flesh blurred together.

  It was still his rich combat experience that at the critical moment, he used his warhammer to prop up the ground and dodge with all his might, otherwise he would have become a corpse.

  Tang Dun swiftly reached forward with his left hand and grabbed a bottle of rapid-effect magic potion, thumb pressing down on the cap to break it open before pouring it into his mouth.

  Continuous release of combat skills, Tong Dun's magic has been exhausted, and his limbs have begun to show symptoms of acid softness, with a slight dizziness in his head.

  "He must be killed!"

  Tang Dun gritted his teeth and persevered. If he didn't take down the opponent in this wave of attacks, then it would be himself who would end up dying once his strength ran out.

  "Am I, Di Boro, also going back on my promise of medicine? Are you a local tyrant?" Little Whiskers was thoroughly despairing.

  The medicine entrance brought a sweet and fruity flavor, which invigorated Downton's spirit, and he chased after Little Whiskers with big strides, striking out with his giant sword.

  Death arrived, Dragon's Tooth slashed down, cutting Little Whiskers into two segments, and a mess of internal organs.

  Fresh blood splattered on black rotten soil, emitting a white mist of heat, wetting several thick yellow maggots.

  Tang Dun collapsed, kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.

  "Not bad!" Mo Tian floated over, a rare compliment for Tang Don.

  "Heh heh, lucky!" Tong Dun said humbly, but in his heart, he was still a bit pleased. These two weren't some useless trash trained in the greenhouse like Little Ge Langtai, but were actual mercenaries.

  The effect of the stone skin medicine had worn off, and Tong Don felt much more at ease. He sat down on the ground, took out a bandage to dress his wound.

  "Do you know why we won?" Holma led Danton in a post-battle debriefing.

  "One stroke to defeat them, no chance for counterattack!" Tang Dun wrote with a goose feather pen, finishing in one swift motion.

  "More details!" Holma began 'eating'.

  Two strands of purple mist floated out from the corpse and were absorbed into the magic book, which was the soul energy of a magic user that had not dissipated yet. It was probably worth about one hundred miscellaneous fish ghoul's soul remnants, a great tonic.

  "Use control skills to restrict and disrupt the enemy's attacks, suppress their advantages, then maximize one's own strength and martial arts advantages, and launch a relentless, wave-like attack to blow up the enemy!"

  "Not bad, having killed so many ghouls, your understanding and release of martial skills are already very proficient. Now what's needed is adaptability, using them reasonably in battle." Holma was very satisfied with Tondon's answer.

  That's combat wisdom. No matter how much or in what detail the Magic Canon explains it to Tang Dong, it can't compare to the depth of insight gained from personally experiencing a life-or-death battle.

  "The double hit is really good, I need to practice it, and also the timing of opening the shield." Tang Don found that there were still many things he needed to learn.

  "Remember, don't rely too much on shields. The strongest defense is always your courage and confidence!" Holma needs Tondon to be fearless even in the face of death, not a coward who cowers behind a shield.

  "Hmm!" Tanton humbly accepted the lesson, rested enough, stood up and patted his butt, and began to clean up the spoils of war.

  Both mercenaries were very poor, and they only found sixteen gold coins, as well as a few bottles of basic healing potions and primary mana potions.

  With Tang Don's current wealth, he wouldn't even look at these goods, but still took them anyway.

  "Renaissance sculptor Rodin, renowned throughout the Western continent, with each work selling for tens of millions of gold coins. He was once employed by the Sunflower Royal Family to serve as the director of the Royal Art Museum and was awarded the title of Lifetime Honorary Advisor."

  "What are you doing?" Tang Don was puzzled, how did Homa suddenly play the artistic style, "I'm not going to be an artist!"

  "In his middle age, Rodin reached the peak of his creation and carved out the most perfect work in his life, The Thinker. Royal families from various countries bid for it, and finally, the price even reached 260 million Dutch guilders. Guess who bought it?"

  "Is Saint Jierdan really that strong? He's the strongest according to the national strength at that time!" Tang Dun thought to himself that he should read more books later, otherwise, facing the erudite Mo Tian, the pressure would be too great.

  "No one was able to buy 'The Thinker', and Master Rodin personally took a hammer and smashed its head. Holma's projected words seemed to have a hint of desolation, "'My chisel is unparalleled in the world, but it cannot give it a soul, after all, it is just a sculpture.' Standing in front of the broken sculpture, after saying this, Master Rodin never touched his chisel again."

  "I know that sculpture is very famous, isn't it in the Royal Art Museum of Sunflower Empire? If you want to see it, we can go there later, the ticket won't cost much!"

  The wounded war horses on both sides had run away without a trace, and Tang Dun didn't bother to look for them. He rode the black horse towards the small town in the middle of Crow Ridge.

  "Idiot!" was interrupted by Tang Dun, and Homa was so angry that she didn't speak anymore. What it meant was that even if she were more perfect than the most perfect textbook, the students she taught would only be the most perfect sculptures.

  Only by granting the soul, that is, combat wisdom, as well as tenacity, courage, faith and so on, can one become a true master of combat, becoming a hero renowned throughout the continent!

  This is the second time entering Crow Ridge, the road is familiar, and there's also No. 4 scouting ahead, holding a perfect-grade weapon, with sufficient supplies on his body, but Tang Don still hasn't relaxed in the slightest, he absolutely won't allow himself to fall due to arrogance.

  Holmes lying in the backpack was very satisfied, this time's master had great potential, might be able to reach that realm and restore himself to his strongest state, as for that sacred mission, perhaps it could be touched.

  Tang Dun entered the town, cutting down two blocking ghouls before rushing straight to the third floor of the inn.

  Separated by the portal, in two areas, Tanton and the Ghoul's connection will be cut off, so it is impossible to determine the situation on the other side, but he has a way.

  "Four, up!"

  The loyal ghoul disappeared into the corridor, which means the portal is still operational.

  Without hesitation, Tongdon immediately followed up. His plan was that if the three Robinsons were waiting for a rabbit, they would take advantage of the distraction of No. 4 and rush out of the hotel at the first opportunity to escape to their familiar area.

  As soon as he entered the crisis-ridden underground city, even Robinson, who was a fifth-tier soul, did not dare to pursue recklessly.

  Danton's luck wasn't bad, there was no one in the room, he left No. 4 guarding the door, and quickly removed the magic stone embedded in the transmission magic array node, then ran wildly along the corridor, jumping out of the hotel window.

  The air in the dungeon was still murky and reeked of stench, but Tandon felt an unprecedented sense of security.

  "Are you a masochist or something?" Holma teased, looking at Tang Don's relaxed expression.

  Danton didn't understand, but he also had no time to ask questions. He lowered his body and sprinted across the rooftops, quickly reaching the bakery, which was his hiding place.

  Cautiously, Downton made sure no one and no wraiths were following him before he jumped into the small courtyard.

  "Cerise?"

  Danton whispered, but it was very quiet around him. The Death Nymph did not appear. He wasn't in a hurry, after all, he had returned several days earlier than scheduled.

  "Hurry up and meditate in the bedroom to recover your magic, your next journey is very tight. Finish offering sacrifices, rush to impact the second level of the soul, and then challenge the gate god to open the great library of the Magic Bible." Holma projected text, listing what Tang Don had to do. "Delayed for so long, I don't know how far Robinson's three-person group has progressed? Thinking that they are absorbing the magic of the underground city, digging up wealth, it makes me heartache!"

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