Chapter 32: Fighting Alone, Level Ten Healer!-Mass Job Change: My Skills Are All Forbidden Spells with a Ten Thousand Times Boost(By the banks of the Ruoshui River, the wine cups drift along the gentle current.)

“If that’s the case, then let’s each fight our own battle!” Liu Yunyun wore an expression of utter indifference. As a support class, she was already at a great disadvantage in this kind of competition; not everyone was a monster like Lin Han, capable of sending a second-tier rogue flying with a single punch.

For support classes, these contests were more about showcasing one’s abilities within a team. In other words, choosing sides became critically important.

“There’s no need for that,” Zhang Siwen said thoughtfully. “As a support, you should know best that if you want to demonstrate your skills, you ought to stand with the weaker side. Otherwise, you’ll never make it to the next round.”

“You’re not wrong.” Liu Yunyun smiled. “But I simply refuse to stand with despicable people. Sorry, but I have my standards—I don’t care to dirty myself.”

The instant she finished speaking, Zhang Siwen leapt at her with startling speed—the pride of every assassin. Since Liu Yunyun had chosen to oppose him, the quickest solution was to take her out immediately. If he succeeded, he could then recruit the hypnotist to his side and they could work together against Wang Qiang. Otherwise, with Liu Yunyun healing Wang Qiang, his chances of victory would be nearly nonexistent.

Liu Yunyun froze, panic flashing across her face. She hadn’t expected Zhang Siwen to act so decisively. At that speed, caught unprepared, she stood no chance of dodging.

The next moment, a sharp pain burst in her chest. Zhang Siwen’s steel gauntlet, its fingertips razor-sharp, plunged into her abdomen.

“Liu Yunyun, this is what happens when you refuse to cooperate with me!” Zhang Siwen withdrew his glove, blood spattering the ground as he coolly prepared to finish her off for good.

Just then, a playing card sliced through the air in front of him. He hurriedly withdrew, barely avoiding injury.

“Wang Qiang!” Zhang Siwen glared warily at the newcomer, eyeing the card embedded in the floor. The power behind that throw unsettled him; had it struck his unguarded body, it could have pierced his chest.

“Are you all right?” Wang Qiang rushed to Liu Yunyun’s side, helping her up. “Can you still continue the match?”

Wave after wave of agony radiated from Liu Yunyun’s chest, her clothes already soaked in blood. “Don’t worry, I’ll manage.”

With effort, she stood. “I am a healer, after all. This sort of minor wound is something I can handle.” Soft green light began to gather at her chest, and her expression gradually eased.

Zhang Siwen sneered, “Wang Qiang, this is an individual contest. She’s already so badly injured—do you really expect her to keep healing you? Don’t be ridiculous, she can barely protect herself.”

“If I were you, I’d knock her out right now and get her eliminated.”

Though Zhang Siwen was trying to goad Wang Qiang into taking out Liu Yunyun, his words rang true. In her current state, Liu Yunyun would be hard-pressed to contribute.

Liu Yunyun anxiously watched Wang Qiang, knowing that at this distance he could easily eliminate her if he wished.

“Wang Qiang, I actually…”

Just as Liu Yunyun began to speak, Wang Qiang stepped protectively in front of her and declared, “Zhang Siwen, have you no shame? As if your underhanded tactics weren’t enough, you’re now trying to lure me into following your example? Do you take me for someone as despicable and shameless as you?”

“I’ve always despised men who attack women!”

“Tch!” Zhang Siwen had never met anyone so stubborn. Still, whether Wang Qiang acted or not, Liu Yunyun’s usefulness was now negligible; she posed no real threat.

He turned to Xu Jiamei. “What about you? If you team up with me against them, you’ll still have a chance to show your skills. Otherwise, you’ll just be eliminated by force.”

“I’ll join you,” Xu Jiamei replied. She wasn’t stupid—though she disliked Zhang Siwen’s methods, the only way to stand out now was to join forces against Wang Qiang.

“Let’s go!” Zhang Siwen shouted, launching himself at Wang Qiang. After all, Wang Qiang was just a card master—even at level ten, an assassin held all the advantage in close combat.

Wang Qiang quickly retreated, drawing Zhang Siwen away. He needed to keep Zhang Siwen far from Liu Yunyun, lest she be suddenly attacked again before he could intervene.

Meanwhile, Xu Jiamei extended one hand, closing her eyes. Suddenly, she made a fierce grabbing motion.

“Fatigue!”

Immediately, Wang Qiang felt his body slow, his energy flagging.

A hypnotist! Though Xu Jiamei was only level ten, she could still affect Wang Qiang, though the effect was greatly weakened.

“Wang Qiang, you need to end this quickly. Don’t let them drag things out!” Liu Yunyun coughed softly. If she weren’t injured, she and Wang Qiang would have nothing to fear. Even if Wang Qiang had to brawl with Zhang Siwen, she could heal him almost perfectly. But in her current condition, that was impossible.

“Don’t worry!” Wang Qiang felt the pressure mounting. If he fell into their rhythm, he really might lose this match.

He had to seize the initiative.

His hand found the wooden card deck at his waist. He drew two cards, channeled the cutting power of an enchanter card master into them, and flicked them out with a snap.

The plain cards became deadly blades in his hands, slicing through the air with a faint whistling sound.

Zhang Siwen dodged, but the cards moved too fast—Wang Qiang had already predicted where he might evade to next.

In that instant, Zhang Siwen activated his assassin’s skill, twisting his body in an unnatural way. Yet even so, one card grazed his steel glove.

Too close!

Zhang Siwen caught his breath, staring in fear at the gash left on his glove. He’d known the cards were sharp—but he hadn’t expected them to slice right through his armored gauntlet. A thin line of blood appeared on his hand.

The other card sheared off a lock of Xu Jiamei’s hair—a clear warning not to act rashly.

“How can a level ten card master have such cutting power?” Zhang Siwen muttered in disbelief, then eyed the deck at Wang Qiang’s waist.

That’s it! It must be the equipment—some high-grade item, certainly. No ordinary deck could slice through his steel glove. Who would have thought that this seemingly penniless kid had such a treasure in his possession?