"Hm, they are close to my Blade Dancer's level. How convenient," Jack said as he walked forward and cast Magic Weapon. His staff transformed into its sword form. Six Cemetery Ghouls were sighted. Jack was not sure if there were more hiding inside the fog. But if they were level thirty-five elite, he didn't have anything to worry about even if there were more. He dove into amongst the ghouls and started dancing with his sword art. The ghouls were not slow like zombies, they were even faster than average monsters, but Jack was still faster. Their advantage in number was non-existent as Jack expertly evaded every attack with Eight Diagram Illusory Steps while slashing them at the same time. His persistent training showed its result, his evasion art had now reached a decent level. He could easily evade nine out of ten attacks. The ghouls didn't possess any special attack skills. Their claws, however, when hit, caused Poison and Weakness. Jack used his Golden Noble Headband's ability to purify the negative effects. He curbed his reckless assaults and fought more prudently to avoid getting hit again after that one time. After he took out half of the six ghouls, a pair of hands suddenly emerged from the ground underneath him and grabbed his leg, immobilizing him. It gave him a decent jump scare due to this unexpected obstruction. While he was still in shock, another pair came out and held his other leg. The three Cemetery Ghouls didn't let go of this chance as they pounced at Jack while he was immobilized. Jack hurriedly used his racial skill, Willpower. The two pairs of hands were swatted away by an invisible force, letting go of Jack's legs. But they soon came back to make another attempt at grabbing. Jack did not let them. He somersaulted back, avoiding being grabbed again and at the same time moving away from the three ghouls that came clawing. When he landed, another pair of hands came out. Though he was surprised, he now paid attention to the ground as well, so he took action before his legs were grabbed. He backflipped, again and again, because when he landed, another pair of hands came out non-stop. 'How many f cking hands are down there?' He cursed while backflipping. When he reached the edge of the cemetery ground. Finally, no more hands came out. The hands disappeared back into the ground.
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