I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Chapter 163

Suddenly, a sharp arrow sliced through the air and shot towards me. I quickly turned my head to the left as the arrow shot past me with a centimeter.

"So close," I muttered and turned to the direction where the arrow came from. I spotted the enemy archer, perched behind a rock formation, readied a second arrow coated in magic.

Without hesitation, I struck down his second arrow mid-flight with my dagger, redirecting its path harmlessly away.

The archer frowned, clearly frustrated. He didn’t want to engage in a direct confrontation. "Koshka! Handle their monkey hanging in the trees!" he barked at a teammate behind him.

I scoffed at the comment. Was this guy really trying to insult me?

The archer redirected his focus and aimed his bow in another direction, this time focusing where Ezekiel and Alena were charging in.

I also glanced over just in time to see an awkward scene. Immediately, I felt like I could hear a clear background music of the beginning of starting a war.

"...What the..." I muttered in disbelief.

I could hardly believe my eyes. He looked as if he’d stepped out of an epic fantasy, standing steadfast in the middle of the arena with his eyes closed, face turned slightly upward to feel the wind against him. Even as Ezekiel and Alena surged toward him, he maintained an air of calm, his katana still sheathed at his side.

"Tsubasa no Kaze1, be free and wild like the wind," he intoned quietly, almost like a mantra.

With those words, he opened his eyes, revealing a fierce intensity. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as Ezekiel’s claymore and Alena’s saber closed in on him. I could see their determination, a dance of combat preparing to unfold.

Kaelan’s katana flashed—a quick-draw that was both graceful and deadly.

The moment the sleek blade was freed from its sheath, it seemed to awaken, responding to the threat that approached with balletic precision. He parried Ezekiel’s strike with effortless fluidity, deflecting Alena’s saber as if they were mere ripples against a tide.

With the speed of lightning, he countered. A blade of light burst forth from his sword, transforming the air around him into a storm of energy. His movements were lighter than the wind yet fiercer than a raging tempest.

I stood there, watching the chaos unfold before me, completely mesmerized by the clash of three fighters.

Kaelan was locked in combat with two opponents—Ezekiel among them. They moved with a fierce intensity, their blades flashing in the light. Despite being outnumbered, Kaelan held his ground, showcasing skill that was both mesmerizing and daunting.

It was clear that they were evenly matched, thanks in part to the various buff spells enhancing Kaelan’s abilities, bolstered by the extra magic coursing through him from their team’s mage positioned safely behind them.

And then it hit me: I finally understood their team formation.

Kaelan was at the frontline, ready to engage and draw the attention of the enemy. Meanwhile, a marksman stood in the middle, perfectly positioned to support both the frontline and backline. In the rear, a supporter and a tank was dedicated to protecting their mage, the key player in their strategy.

This tactical arrangement was a PC game example of the "4 protect 1"1 strat.

Their plan was simple yet efficient: all firepower aimed at Kaelan while the mage systematically showered buffs and mana into him, amplifying his already formidable skills. It was a classic defense strategy designed to keep the most vital member of their team alive while letting Kaelan be the juggernaut on the field.

As long as the mage doesn’t die.

And as long as there wasn’t an assassin like me lurking around.

I took a detour, stealthily weaving through the rocky terrain to circle around and approach the mage, shielded by two enemy teammates. I was inches away from launching a surprise attack when an arrow zipped past, striking the ground dangerously close to my feet.

"Koshka! I clearly told you to handle this girl!" the marksman barked, his irritation cutting through the din of battle.

"On it!" Koshka replied, readying himself to approach. But I had already anticipated this. In a flash, I unleashed a storm of daggers, aiming to catch them off guard.

To my dismay, the tank was quick on his feet, stabbing his halberd into the ground confidently. As he imbued it with his mana, the weapon expanded dramatically, creating an imposing barrier.

Meanwhile, the supporter, still stationed next to the mage, conjured a shimmering bubble shield that deflected my daggers harmlessly away.

I needed a new plan.

Scanning the area, I sought out the blind spots in their formation. Although the mage was encapsulated by the supporter, I sensed a small window of opportunity. If I could lure them away and maneuver from behind, I could slip past their defenses and strike.

With calculated movements, I feigned an attack to the left, drawing Koshka’s attention. His instincts kicked in as he darted forward, ready to attack me. In that brief moment, I dashed to the right, exploiting the opening that appeared between the tank and the supporter.

It was now or never. I charged forward, dodging the blows aimed at me while keeping my eyes locked on the mage who remained blissfully unaware of my approach. My heart raced as adrenaline surged through me, propelling me closer to my target.

I was within arm’s reach, and as I prepared to strike, I could practically taste victory. Just a little closer. Just a little—

"F*ck..." I muttered barely catching my breathe.

Suddenly, the marksman’s arrow whistled through the air again, this time aimed directly at me. Reacting instinctively, I pivoted, rolling to the side just in time to avoid the incoming attack, but the sudden movement threw off my balance. I stumbled, catching myself just as Koshka closed in, annoyance etched across his features.

"Not so fast!" he shouted, swinging at me with a quick jab.

I barely sidestepped, feeling the rush of wind as the halberd narrowly missed my side.

With a flick of my wrist, I hurled another dagger—a distraction rather than a real attack. It sailed past Koshka and embedded itself into the ground, catching the attention of the tank and the supporter momentarily.

With their guard momentarily lowered, I seized the moment and sprinted toward the mage once again.

But before I could close the distance, the tank, support, and marksman were all fully focused on me. The marksman continously knocked an arrow and aimed for my legs, each shot designed to slow me down. The supporter remained steadfast, shielding the mage, while the tank continued to chase me, halberd raised, ready to smash it down.

"Three on one? This is unfair!" I shouted, frustration creeping into my voice. Where were my squad mates when I needed them?!

I ducked and dodged, feeling the whoosh of the marksman’s arrows zip past my ears. I pivoted sharply, launching a flurry of daggers to keep the tank at bay, but he simply bathed them in a shield of mana, the shimmering barrier absorbing my attacks like they were nothing.

"Stop wasting your energy!" the tank barked, his muscles flexing as he closed the gap. "You can’t win this!"

I could feel him inching close to me. I prepared my dagger in case he got a hold me but I noticed that he suddenly stopped chasing me along with the arrows being shot towards me.

With a quick glance around, I spotted Adrian squaring off against Koshka, trading blows with deft movements. Then I found Hannah, darting in and out of the marksman’s line of sight, creating enough of a distraction to keep him off-balance.

A wave of relief washed over me. Thank goodness—now I could focus on eliminating the mage.

I changed direction, darting toward the supporter who was still holding the protective barrier around herself and the mage.

I silently activated my Spectral Seal, imbuing my dagger with my mana. In one fluid motion, I lunged forward and thrust the dagger into the protective shield. The barrier shuddered violently and shattered under the force of my attack.

My dagger disintegrated in the process, but I was already prepared with another. Before the support could react, I whipped out another dagger and plunged it through her heart. The sound of her protection guard ringing out signaled her elimination, and her eyes widened in shock as she crumpled to the ground.

I shifted my gaze to the mage. Sweat glistened on his brow, his wide eyes filled with fear. "I surrender?" he muttered, uncertainty staining his voice. freēwēbnovel.com

I gave him a smile which seemed like a creepy grin as he shuddered at my expression. That’s not how this competition works," I replied.

Before he could utter another word, I launched my dagger, striking his heart, the alarm of the protection guard went off.

With the mage’s magical power stripped away, I saw the tide of the battle rapidly turning. Ezekiel and Alena began to push back against Kaelan with ease. The tank, momentarily distracted as he fought off Adrian’s relentless magic attacks, struggled to regain control of the battlefield. Meanwhile, Hannah continued to be a nuisance for the marksman, her agility and quick thinking keeping his attention diverted as she danced around his arrows.

This battle was practically over.

This name symbolizes speed, agility, and the grace of a falcon in flight, reflecting both the finesse required to wield a katana and the elegance of Kaelan’s fighting style. Tsubasa no Kaze is said to be imbued with the spirit of the wind, allowing its bearer to strike with swiftness and precision, much like a gust that cuts through the air. In the context of team-based games like Dota 2, the "4 protect 1" strategy revolves around focusing team resources and efforts on protecting a single, high-damage "carry" hero, allowing them to farm and scale to become a powerful late-game force.