บท 336: Primitive Time Of Silence (II)

"Go away!"

Lin Ye shouted as he used his blade, the Hidden Moon, to slash out a half-moon, forcing the Melee orcs to take three steps back. He then charged straight at the orc Wizard and used a jumping slash on its head, sending it to hell.

'F*ck!'

'It really was an imitation skill!'

'Otherwise, my attack wouldn't have been able to instantly kill the orc Wizard with a staff to block the blade!'

'At least, I don't have the strength to split him in half!'

After he had an idea of what was going on, Lin Ye went all out and used a set of smooth swordsman skills. He chopped, picked, stabbed, and chopped again, turning the orc patrols into vegetables.

"Hahaha!"

"Just as I theorized, magic can be imitated!"