Damned Healer

That whip was an extremely well-known weapon, both among the members of the Red River Pact clan and the more experienced people of the empire. It could shatter metal — mid-tier or lower weapons could be destroyed easily. If it hit the body of a mid-level tank, even with minimum strength, it would cause serious damage.

But Darian’s body had taken a direct hit, full force, and the result was just a deep cut... Sure, it was bad, but nowhere near fatal.

His defenses could only be described as terrifying. And when combined with his healing power... how could a support be this freakish?

His healing ability was so insane that even the military supports were left speechless. They’d heard rumors about his fast regeneration, but seeing it with their own eyes was something else entirely.

Darian, on the other hand, even though he looked calm, was feeling some pressure. He had to channel a lot of star power to defend against that hit. That full effort had cost him 40% of his ring’s energy. Adding what he’d spent earlier, he only had 30% left.

He wasn’t just freakish, with lots of tricks up his sleeve. Trying to label him as a support or fit him into any box was just stupid.

"I let you attack all you wanted. Satisfied?" Darian mocked, looking at Eulalia on the other side, her face slightly pale. "Now it’s my turn..."

He snorted and charged forward. He was on the opposite side of the stage, more than thirty meters away.

Eulalia was clearly getting exhausted after going all-out with her blessing. As the master of that whip, she knew very well how brutal its power was. But facing Darian... it was the first time she’d ever felt this oppressed and worried. Still, she couldn’t afford to lose.

She spat another mouthful of blood as the purple flames flared up around her body again. Then, she pulled out a blood-red artifact — a small bone about three centimeters long.

She snapped it with a loud crack.