Loser System and Berserker Me Chapter 142: Talk Is Cheap

The invisible mana arrow quietly surged across the noisy city, almost like a snake quietly slithering through the bushes to get to its prey.

Asudo’s eyes glowered with murderous intent.

But such petty tricks wouldn’t work on Shu Yichao.

The sheer number of in-game characters he had killed using underhanded tricks was enough to go around earth several times.

Shoosh!

A silver flash of light descended from the sky.

Bam!

The invisible mana arrow was smashed into bits.

What a pity.

Asudo sighed.

He wasn’t surprised to see Shu Yichao striking down his arrow, since it was a simple spell. It wasn’t a particularly powerful spell; it was just highly discreet. It might be surprisingly effective against those who were prone to carelessness.

But Shu Yichao noticed it.

Clack, clack, clack…

The beholder hidden in Asudo’s neck produced a fast whirring sound similar to grinding against one another as it cast Mind Control on Shu Yichao.

“Let's see how you deal with this,” Asudo sneered.

Mind Control was a tough spell to deal with. It could make heroes feel light-headed as if someone had struck the back of their heads. This might not seem like much, but it could be dangerous if the hero was galloping on horseback like Shu Yichao currently was.

But to Asudo’s astonishment, Shu Yichao’s posture remained stable. Not only did he not fall from the horseback, but his hands didn’t even shake.

Then, he saw Shu Yichao grabbing his bow and nocking an arrow. That sent alarm bells ringing in his mind, and a chill ran down his spine as if something dangerous was about to happen.

This isn’t good!

“Arrow Avoidance!”

An invisible whirlwind barrier whirred around Asudo. The arrow was on the verge of striking him when it was redirected elsewhere under the effects of the spell.

Pah!

An unlucky Tibetan soldier was struck instead, and he collapsed in a pool of blood.

Asudo struck his belt, and a layer of light enveloped it. Under the effects of the belt, he surged into the sky like a wisp of smoke.

He had barely escaped in time, as Shu Yichao’s modao sl

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