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Critical hit -2900!

Critical hit -9500!

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Multiple effects triggered!

Orson's attack speed had reached 5.0, and with his multiple basic attacks triggering, eight hits per second was no longer a dream. His attack speed exceeded that of any S-tier archer at this stage.

Dark red magic balls formed a continuous array in the air, resembling a dark and profound galaxy, creating a spectacular sight.

Jella, the Wind Mage, screamed as she was repeatedly knocked back by Orson's basic attacks, unable to stabilize herself. Drunken Dream, standing beside Orson, watched in awe, almost losing his combo in the process.

"That's insanely fast... No wonder you're a mysterious NPC. Your staff speed is way beyond any player!" Drunken Dream exclaimed.

Crazy Handsome: "What's going on? Didn't we just kidnap Hazel? Why is there fireworks going off at the Lord's manor?"