Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

57: Chapter 57 Accumulating Small Amounts Leads to a Large Total 57: Chapter 57 Accumulating Small Amounts Leads to a Large Total Level 67, yet his attributes are hardly worth mentioning, and that drug resistance of 95% is just too tragic.

Even with a potion that fully restores HP, it would only heal 5%, plus there’s a destruction state on him.

What a double whammy for He Meng.

If he hadn’t been in the research facility, he would have kicked the bucket by now.

Using the shield to deflect Bu Yao’s attack, Yang Yu drew the sword at his waist and counterattacked, slashing across Bu Yao’s chest.

Bu Yao’s tailcoat and white shirt were both split open by the strike.

HP-50.

Bu Yao only had thick blood, and his defense wasn’t too outrageous.

Besides, Slarate’s sword was of a rare purple quality, with attributes nearly identical to those of the Long Stick used by the Goblin King.

Yang Yu’s sword dealt considerably impressive damage.

A rough estimate suggested it would take only a little over fifty ordinary attacks to bring down Bu Yao.

Bu Yao touched the cut on his chest, “With such a feeble attack, do you think you can defeat me?”

“Of course, just as with the data here, no matter how small the damage, as long as it accumulates, it will eventually lead to a qualitative change,” Yang Yu said as he launched an active charge.

Four or five dozen ordinary attacks were no problem for him, and fighting Bu Yao was way easier than the time he had to deal with He Meng, “Besides, I’m not alone.”

Two purple glows emanated from behind Yang Yu, enveloping Bu Yao, who immediately felt his strength and defense weaken.

That was Bai Jin’s masterpiece.

[Weapon Corrosion], reducing the opponent’s attack power by 10%.

If the opponent carries a weapon, then corrode the weapon, reducing the weapon’s added attack by 50%.

[Armor Corrosion], reducing the opponent’s defensive power by 10%.

If the opponent wears armor, then corrode the armor, reducing the armor’s added defense by 50%.

An ice arrow of frost formed in the palm of Bai Jin’s hand, aimed right at Bu Yao’s chest.

The pristine frost arrow shot out, but Bu Yao extended his fist, surrounded by green mist, and crushed the frost arrow with a single punch.

[Undying Grasp], a swing of the fist to shatter the enemy’s flying projectile, a skill that had a unique affinity with Yang Yu’s [Interception].

However, while [Interception] relied on defense, [Undying Grasp] depended on the boxer’s strength and reaction speed.

And this move was exclusive to a Boxer.

And the very Bu Yao they were facing was indeed a Boxer.

Such a confined space was the ideal setting for a Boxer to exhibit his skills.

Although there was a strategy to lure the enemy out of the room, it seemed as if the moment they retreated, he would immediately lock the door, preventing Yang Yu and his party from re-entering.

Luring out the enemy was risky, and Yang Yu certainly didn’t want to regret banging on an iron door.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yu asked Bai Jin to go out and stand by on the first floor while he himself locked the door of the room and confronted Bu Yao.

“Interesting!

Knowing full well that I am a Boxer, you still choose to go toe-to-toe with me in this cramped space!”

Bu Yao charged with fists raised, and Yang Yu responded with a back-handed [Shield Counter].

A crimson glow enveloped the shield, growing spikes that lodged into Bu Yao’s hand.

“Can’t help it.

If I don’t go head-to-head with you, you’ll definitely use some tool to contact the research facility and have the entire place come after me.”

Rooms like this definitely had some sort of mechanism that, once pressed, would alert the entire research facility, which was Yang Yu’s biggest concern.

“It was definitely the right choice.” Bu Yao was indifferent to the rebound damage he received; he launched another punch toward Yang Yu’s chin.

Yang Yu tilted his shield backward, allowing the fist to graze his brow, then counterattacked with a sword strike to Bu Yao’s chest, creating a beautiful cross pattern with the previous wound.

“Had you not called out my name when we first met, I wouldn’t have opened the door for you!

You know too much.”

Bu Yao exploded with a punch, and this time Yang Yu did not dodge.

He took the punch head-on, pivoted his body, and slipped into the hallway, avoiding being cornered.

Bu Yao stood at the doorway, while Yang Yu kicked aside the corpse of the Manager and sat on the mahogany table, “Don’t you want to know why I know so much?”

“None of that matters!

What’s important is to eliminate the spy; that’s my mission!”

Bu Yao crossed his arms, activating “Potential Activation.” A terrifying aura overflowed from his body, causing his Strength and Defense to dramatically increase, as reflected on the dashboard.

Suddenly, a golden light burst forth from Bu Yao’s body, forming a golden barrier.

The skill Bu Yao employed was named “Golden Protection,” similar to the “Golden Bell Shield” that could shield allies, providing significant damage avoidance when under its cover.

He was now using it to compress the space in the room.

Years of combat experience told Bu Yao that Yang Yu’s fighting style was less like that of a warrior and more like an opportunist assassin, the key to victory was reducing his mobility.

“It’s too late for you to think about escaping now!

All that awaits you is a dead end.”

“Who knows?”

Inserting his sword into a gap between the bookshelf and the wall, Yang Yu used his sword as a lever to move the bookshelf.

Bu Yao’s idea wasn’t bad, but there was a fatal flaw that Yang Yu easily picked up from the dashboard.

“Golden Protection” required more MP and stamina the larger it expanded.

Constant pressure applied during the shield’s expansion meant that the consumption of MP and stamina soared.

Since the skill was intended to protect allies and could selectively pass through objects upon collision, there was a gap in its defense.

However, fearing that Yang Yu would exploit this gap and enter the shield, Bu Yao persistently prevented any object from entering, forcibly causing the Light Shield to deform and squeeze, resulting in significant cuts to his stamina and MP.

Now, as Yang Yu deliberately toppled the bookshelf onto the expanding golden protection shield, Bu Yao could no longer bear it, and blood spurted from his mouth.

Abandoning further expansion, Bu Yao fixed the shape of the golden shield, which could last for three minutes – three minutes were more than enough for him to defeat the audacious youngster in front of him.

“Your next line is, ‘Even if I haven’t expanded to the limit, this amount of space is enough to crush you!’”

“Even if I haven’t expanded to the limit, this amount of space is enough to crush you!”

Yang Yu smiled faintly, echoing the words of his favorite anime character, shattering the last defense in Bu Yao’s heart.

Roaring, Bu Yao swung his fists, smashing bookshelves.

He didn’t care for the documents; as long as they weren’t burned, sorting them would be simple.

Right now, he just wanted to tear the insolent brat before him to shreds.

As the bookshelves crumbled beneath him, Yang Yu remained composed as if he held a winning hand.

A space wide enough for three people to walk abreast was sufficient for him to take action.

And if anything unexpected happened, couldn’t he always pop some potions?