Iya Continent: Card God

"Whoosh! Swoosh!"

The black ball that the leader of the rat gang transformed into hurtled forward at high speed, darting back and forth between the forests and mountains.

Not only the linden tree trunks, but even the rocks were bruised and battered.

Jingon, Pinecone, and Gaga were completely helpless against this high-ranking bronze enemy who used magic.

"Damn it!" Jin Gong cursed angrily, his barrel-like body rising again and again. Like a roly-poly toy, he could not fall unless he broke.

More importantly, he didn't say a word about "Shia" at this moment. Whether she was hiding or had already escaped, he didn't utter a single complaint. After all, they were already friends. He could accept either her covering for him or being happy that he had escaped.

"Oh!"

The leader of the rat gang once again shoved aside the burly bear-man, Pinecone.

"Ow..."

The pine cone was sent flying again, this time shattering the tree trunk along with it.

"Garararar!" the little fishman exclaimed excitedly, clearly concerned about his injuries.

“Drink…” Pinecone gasped for breath and stood up again.

The rat leader stopped rolling, looked at the pine cone, and said angrily, "Are bear-men really that tough? No wonder they're so expensive among orcs, I can't even bear to kill them."

On the continent of Eya, there are no "beastmen"; most races with animal-like human bodies are collectively referred to as the Beastman race. Among these races, the Bear-Man race stands out as the most exceptional. It is said that this is because the god of nature and the forest was a Bear-Man, thus this race receives even greater blessings.

"Forget it, let's just kill them to avoid trouble. After killing them, we can just take the bear's head." The bandit leader said fiercely, his body rolling again. This time, he was determined to beat these three enemies so badly that they could no longer stand up.

On a treetop in the shadows, the elven girl Shia was intently watching the rolling black ball.

Now, she has seen through the deception!

Just one more time, my friends. Just one more time!

"Whoosh!"

A black sphere of flesh, imbued with magical energy, rolled out and charged straight at Kim Gong-seon.

The short-legged dwarf Gingon Copperhammer was the easiest opponent he considered. Kwaga was too small, and Pinecone was too bulky. Gingon, on the other hand, was just right—not fast, not agile, and not strong enough. By all accounts, he was the easiest of the three.

Jin Gong, his large beard flaring with anger, spat as he said, "You bastard, you think I'm the weakest, don't you?"

"Drink!"

Enraged, he faced the enemy's rolling charge head-on.

"Take this! Latins above!"

There was no magic involved; it was simply a blow delivered with brute force.

"Oh!"

Unsurprisingly, the blow was largely ineffective. Kim Gong was knocked away again, and his weapon flew out of his hand and crashed into the muddy ground.

"Roar!"

At this moment, Songguo rushed forward, opened his arms wide, and grabbed the rolling leader of the rat gang.

With a magical force, the intense friction relentlessly pounded against the pine cone's chest.

Pinecone's ferocious bear-like face gritted its teeth, enduring the damage without letting go.

"Get out of my way!"

The leader of the rat gang was furious. With a burst of magic, he deflected the pine cone.

The rolling figure flew backward and gradually came to a stop.

"Gurgle!" "Pfft!"

At this moment, the little fishman spat out a strange blue liquid.

The liquid, as clear as water, was thrown at the leader of the rat gang.

The bandit leader instinctively covered his face with his arm to prevent the strange liquid from splashing onto his skin.

"call out!"

Its tumbling body landed back on the ground, and suddenly a sharp, gust of wind swept past it. The treetops swayed violently.

"Uh?"

The bandit leader, feeling a stinging pain in his neck, lowered his arm and touched his neck.

A bloodstain, the blood flowing non-stop.

The bandit leader's pupils widened, his face filled with horror. His eyes were fixed on a silver-haired elven girl who looked at him coldly. In her hand, she held a short iron knife, from which beads of blood dripped.

“It’s over,” Shia said coldly.

"Wh...what..." These merciless words sent a chill down the bandit leader's spine.

A feeling of fear enveloped his entire body. The pain grew stronger and stronger, and his body gradually lost its strength. He instinctively wanted to say something, but the words seemed to be cut off at his neck, unable to be uttered.

Shia had been hiding in the shadows, watching her three companions struggle against the enemy, all in order to find a weakness.

He's just a high-ranking Bronze-level enemy; there's nothing about him being invincible. He's more powerful than us, only in that he can use magic, nothing more.

However, he couldn't use magic indefinitely. Even a diamond-level powerhouse couldn't guarantee they could always use magic. The moment the rat bandit leader finished rolling would be his opening. That was the moment he could defeat Jin Gong and the other two, and also the moment he could relax his guard.

This was also the time of his death.

Using the treetops as a springboard, Shia launched herself forward with lightning speed, delivering a swift and precise throat-slitting strike that defeated her opponent in one fell swoop.

"Snapped!"

In fear, the leader of the rat gang collapsed and crashed down.

GimGoon was panting heavily, but he still managed to kick him twice more. "You're dead...right! Disgusting...ugly thing."

The little fish-man wailed a few times, then collapsed onto Pinecone's shoulder, refusing to move. Pinecone stood up again, letting out a gentle laugh, as if nothing had happened.

Shia's expression was cold and solemn as he gazed in a certain direction.

"You guys go first, I'll go check on that guy."

The three men present were seriously injured and exhausted, unable to continue fighting. Escaping as far as possible was the only thing they could do.

Jin Gong shouted, "That guy should be fine. We agreed that he would lure us away and then come back to meet us."

Linta's plan did not include their confrontation with the leader of the Rat Gang.

This was a decision they made on their own initiative.

The entire plan was centered around "escape"!

Shia suddenly approached the corpse of the rat gang leader, and his short knife fell swiftly with a "whoosh!"

……

"Jim Maggie, where is the Wild Wolf Bandits?" Linta asked.

Jim sneered, "We don't need the Wild Wolf Bandits to deal with you few!"

"Half of you stay behind, and the other half go after the guys from before!"

Jim gave the order.

The thieves present dared not disobey, after all, their own bandits treated this young master with utmost respect.

Jim knew exactly what Linta was up to, so he was determined not to let him succeed and was determined to capture the guy himself.

Linta stopped rushing to escape and stood still, confronting the enemy.

The bandits slowly began to disperse and approach, surrounding Linta.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

Linta naturally wouldn't let these guys surround him. With a swift movement of his figure, he ran directly to the middle of a small hill.

Jim grinned smugly: "Fool, if you run up the mountain, you'll have nowhere to escape!"

"Surround him!"