Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1305 - 825: Narrow Bridge and Giant Pendulum

When faced with difficulties, we must bravely challenge them!

But when facing difficulties imposed by others, we must courageously say no!

Combine the heads and tails of these two sentences and it becomes — When facing difficulties, we must bravely say no!

Luluwo and Tami have already achieved unity of knowledge and action regarding this sentence.

"Sorry, Captain, generally it's 'women and children first,' with women before children, so as a woman, your priority is higher than mine, and I'm no longer a child."

Tami firmly planted his feet on the ground, as if they were rooted, and analyzed logically:

"I am already an adult, and adult men always have to give way to women and children, so as an excellent young man, I will definitely not breach the social bottom line."

"Uh....Tami, since when are you so articulate?" Luluwo bit her lip.

"Just a basic imitation of you, Captain." Tami shrugged, and his defiant air matched the Skyrim Strategy Group perfectly.

"I really taught a good kid, huh...." Luluwo's expression was unsure whether it was proud or sorrowful.

Currently, there are three dangers in front of everyone.

The first is those high-speed swinging blades and pendulums, the second is the cliff beside the bridge that immediately restarts if you fall, and the third is the snake-men hidden on both sides of the narrow bridge, numbering at least double digits.

The obvious problems are already enough to give headaches, who knows how many more troubles will emerge on this kilometer-long narrow bridge.

In the end, it was Fingerley who took action, embodying the motto that greater ability comes with greater responsibility, as he first stepped onto the narrow bridge.

He rushed forward alone to test the waters, as a way to look out for the others.

As soon as he stepped on the bridge, Fingerley's figure vanished in place, transforming into a flash that darted towards the swinging blades and disappeared in a blink among the shaking silvery maze. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The flash surged forward dozens of meters before having to stop briefly, and as the blades overhead were about to strike him, he sprinted again, though the process wasn't smooth but successful, somewhat like a high-speed train stopping at each station yet eventually reaching the terminal.

The reason for doing this was because the swinging blades were unpredictably erratic. If he charged ahead blindly, he would definitely get hurt; he had no choice but to wait for the right moment to proceed.

And now he's completed a third of the journey, without encountering any difficulties apart from the swinging blades, those snake-men seemed to have gone invisible, not making any moves, as though their earlier appearance was merely to add psychological pressure.

"Frankly speaking, this mechanism isn't particularly difficult."

For adventurers, quick reflexes are a staple; the adventure guild's assessment includes projects specifically measuring reflexive abilities. These swinging blades test one's reflexes and speed, which are essential abilities for any adventurer, especially those familiar with the Sain Dungeon.

After all, if one's reflexes are slow and speed isn't adequate, facing monsters that can heavily injure with one strike and put people into danger with the second, they'd have met their demise long ago.

For somewhat skilled adventurers, they could run across the swinging blades or treat them like swings, even recklessly charge through them.

Fingerley drew a sword and struck the blade, causing sparks to fly with a ping, leaving a white mark on the blade.

Alright, directly smashing through seems unfeasible. The blades are frighteningly hard.

Racing through stepping on the blades would seem quite boastful, but considering the snake-men's presence, he opted to walk the narrow bridge steadily.

The kilometer road isn't particularly long or short, and he quickly arrived at the end of the narrow bridge, greeted still by narrow passageways and rows of Silver Knight armor, with no other danger.

"The difficulty is so-so, indeed just looks menacing."

Fingerley shrugged and raised his hand to emit a flash to signal everyone, shortly after, Luluwo and others also crossed over and gathered, making the passage feel slightly cramped.

Facing this challenge which doesn't even qualify as "having fright," the crowd's evaluation was exceptionally consistent:

"That's it?"

Whether it's a lack of fulfillment or what, people felt it was a case of thunderous roar but little rain.

They even thought Sain Dungeon seemed lifeless.

"No way!"

Luluwo shouted to interrupt everyone's mood, wiping the sweat from her forehead, she raised a finger and said seriously:

"Don't you think the current scene looks familiar?"

"Familiar?" question marks appeared above people's heads.

"I mean our current state."

Luluwo took a deep breath and said:

"Every single time, every single time we encounter some simple trap, we let our guard down, then start to feel invincible, and when our mentality reaches its peak, we immediately encounter a hell-level trap and fail miserably! Don't you feel like we're looping every time we explore the dungeon?"

Upon hearing this, even Fingerley and the others showed contemplative expressions, perhaps it really is like this?

"So, this time we need to give it our all and be completely focused, not allowing a single mistake!"