This isn't about combat strength; this is a contest of Endurance and meticulousness.

The Steel Giant Puppet only needs to keep wildly hacking at anything alive in front of it, but Luluwo and the others have a lot more to worry about.

"Jump to the left, jump to the left—ah, missed it again!"

"Its foot's on the edge, Tami go kick it! Ugh, one step too late again!"

"How the hell is this bastard still not falling?!"

Basically, aside from the thunderous crashes when the Steel Giant Puppet smashes things, the only other sound on the whole battlefield is micro‑control master Luluwo barking orders at her two teammates.

They say real gentlemen watch chess in silence; any normal person stuck with someone like Luluwo, who screams her head off in the middle of a high‑octane fight, would probably want to smack her. But Tami and the others are different. The Skyrim Strategy Group long ago developed the ability to extract key info from this kind of slightly obnoxious commentary.

Because Luluwo is actually giving usable advice, the key points they pick out really do help the fight.

This is the Bonds of the Skyrim Strategy Group in action!

By now it's been fifteen minutes since Luluwo declared the start of their no‑damage operation.

In those fifteen minutes, the three of them actually managed to stay completely unharmed!

Right now, at the very top of Sain Ancient City, they're locked in an extreme tug‑of‑war.

The place guarded by the Steel Giant Puppet is a road connecting two segments—a bridge in all but name. The only difference is the width: just barely enough for two and a half Steel Giant Puppets to stand shoulder to shoulder. As a combat arena it's ridiculously narrow. If too many adventurers come up at once, they'll jam the place and get body‑checked into paste when the Steel Giant Puppet charges in.

The only reason the Skyrim Strategy Group can kite the enemy for this long is precisely because so few of them came up here. Even so, they've already brushed shoulders with death several times, and their supplies are almost completely used up.

At this point they've given up on trying to chop the Steel Giant Puppet down through sheer effort, and have switched back to the Skyrim Strategy Group's core business—finding shortcuts.

In other words, make the Steel Giant Puppet fall off the bridge and die from the drop.

The only thing here that can actually damage the road is the Steel Giant Puppet itself, so they keep baiting it into attacking the ground. And this puppet clearly doesn't have the smarts to realize what they're up to; it's honestly falling for the adventurers' kiting.

Right now, the entire road looks like it's about to collapse. The far ends still look relatively intact, but the middle section is completely wrecked—jump on it a couple of times and you can hear chunks of stone plopping down. A path that used to fit two and a half Steel Giant Puppets is now so smashed up it can only hold one.

The road looks like it could give way any second, which would send the Steel Giant Puppet standing on it straight down to its doom. The only problem is...

"Why the hell won't this bridge just collapse already?!"

Luluwo stared anxiously at the wobbling‑but‑not‑falling road, so mad she could scream obscenities at the sky.

Every time the Steel Giant Puppet slammed its attack into the ground, more rubble would cascade off the edges in a rattling shower, making the already pitiful width shrink even further. Every single time it looked like it was about to crumble on the spot.

But the damn thing just wouldn't go down!

It's like that 99.99% discount on Pinduoduo that you can never quite finish slashing—victory is clearly right in front of you, but that final little push just refuses to happen.

The three of them are all jittery and on edge, yet with no supplies left to fuel any Recovery they're forced to clamp down and keep themselves calm.

Numb.

Even after fighting at full tilt for so long, the Steel Giant Puppet's movements show no sign of slowing down. If anything it feels even faster. Have all those explosions done something weird to it?

That giant axe in its hands is cutting arcs through the air like a storm; the wind pressure alone is enough to blow a person away, never mind when it occasionally throws in a sudden gap‑closing pounce that slams straight into your psyche.

Just as one of the Steel Giant Puppet's feet landed on the edge, Tami, who'd been lurking with his teammates drawing its attention, suddenly lunged out and slammed into it with everything he had, trying to knock it off the cliff.

But his tackle only made the Steel Giant Puppet's leg tremble slightly. The next second, the Steel Giant Puppet suddenly leaped high into the air, lunging straight toward Luluwo in the near distance. Its powerful leg strength closed the gap in an instant, and Tami, brushing past its leg, almost blacked out on the spot from the impact.

Luluwo hurriedly yanked the chain she'd tied to herself beforehand, and it snapped taut, hauling her toward one end of the road.

"Thud!"

The giant axe slammed into the ground barely a dozen centimeters from her stomach. The impact sent shards of stone exploding in all directions like bullets, carving bloody streaks across her face.

If her reaction had been even a hair slower, or if she hadn't left that chain as a backup plan, she'd have been gutted on the spot. Just picturing the scene is enough to make normal people break out in a cold sweat—or make certain fetishists squeal with delight.

"This guy really is a pain in the ass." Luluwo narrowed her eyes, feeling like this situation was getting way too gnarly.

In the last ten‑plus minutes, they've actually run into quite a few chances that looked perfect for knocking the Steel Giant Puppet down. But every time, something unexpected happens and the plan falls apart.