— A fatal blow has been dealt.
The accurate blows that fell every time he did so!
Weed effectively used Kolderim's Daemon Sword, cleaver of the devil. The Daemon Sword allowed his skills to take flight. It was important to land fatal blows with Strength and damage, but he dealt many small wounds. He killed the Dark Knights after weakening them severely through the 7 overlapping curses of the Daemon Sword. Weed was moving so fantastically that even the armor he was wearing felt like a uselessly heavy load.
The jaws of the onlookers fell open.
“What the hell?”
“How can a person move like that? Is he seeing the attacks of the Dark Knights?”
“That's not something you can do just by seeing the attacks. He's striking the sword he's swinging in the center to change their directions.”
Scenes they couldn't believe even after rubbing their eyes were cropping up one after another.
Beginner Warriors or Knights fought while getting hit by most of the attacks, trusting their Toughness, skills, and armor. Even if they accumulated a certain amount of skill, they were only at the level of using their shields or putting their weapons up front to block. Weed dodged the enemy's attacks by a finger's width, pierced the vital points, and slipped out. If they had known that Weed was restraining a lot of his skills, the people might have even fallen into severe self-doubt and frustration.
“Even the videos of famous Swordsmen on the Versailles Continent weren't at this level.”
“Still, does he have no sense of fear at all? How can he run in front in a situation like that?”
“I recognized him when he fought riding the wyvern. A fight like that is really too natural for Weed!”
A battle on par with what the onlookers had thought of was unfolding before their eyes. They could only be fascinated by Weed's natural movements alone. They wouldn't have been this surprised if he had a high level or fought while using skills, but the movement of his body itself was a work of art.
Scenes of a fight that looked as if he was enjoying battle and controlling every movement!
The players knew how incredible Weed's current actions were.
“His stats and skills, all of it is optimized.”
“He's putting everything he has into battle.”
The ordinary standard for high leveled players was using their character's techniques well. They decided on various attack skills to match the situation and fought to win.
In comparison, like a person born for battle, Weed showed precise judgement and movements.
Even if the characters were the same, their performance in battle could only be different based on how they fought. In a brawling game, it was like the difference between heaven and earth even if characters with the same ability were used to fight.
A normal human wouldn't leap right into the middle of the Dark Knights swinging swords, and they wouldn't even try to strike those swords to slip past. No, they wouldn't overdo it by fighting the Dark Knights in the first place and would choose to safely gather more teammates.
When onlookers who had rushed over without reserve saw Weed's battle, there was something that made their blood boil. It drew them into wild excitement, and they were absorbed in the battle.
“There were over 10 Dark Knights, but he's really hunting them with 4 people. It ought to be possible if they were a party in the late 300s, but…”
“Just look at that Painter over there! She's wearing a tunic with a level 30 requirement.”
“Is she really under level 50?”
“Her profession is a Painter. She's not even joining in the battle, just doodling.”
Yurin was drawing the overpowering Dark Knights wearing the formal, solemn armor as no-good cavemen. With bushy beards and nose hairs sticking out, they were wearing elastic tights rather than armor.
“The weapon the Shaman has equipped isn't good either?”
“She's an extremely famous Shaman in Morata. I was in the same party as her once before, but… she's not even level 250.”
“You mean she's hunting Dark Knights even so? It's ridiculous even if Weed is there.”
“The Shaman is impressive too, and I've never seen a Dancer getting so aggressively involved in a battle. If only I could also dance with a charming Dancer like her…”
When the onlookers were spewing praise, Weed's expression was apathetic.
'This is boring.'
The ability of the Dark Knights was impressive. They were knights, and they rained down heavy and substantial attacks, so you couldn't be careless. If he was level 300 like before, he would have hunted with great excitement since they were monsters that were objectively stronger than himself. But since Weed was now level 370, he could defeat them fairly comfortably. Having grown while struggling in disadvantageous situations, opponents that were perfect for others merely made Weed sleepy.
'Too weak.'
Even after hunting several Dark Knights at once, he thought of this much as insignificant.
Even after entering the underground prison, Weed easily slaughtered the monsters. He was able to hunt the monsters so simply that it was futile since Hwaryeong put them to sleep. That was also because he couldn't take hits from the Dark Knights on purpose in order to raise his Toughness since there were many onlookers. Because this was after he made the sculpture, his Health and Mana recovery speeds were at a tremendous level, so he would be slow to tire even after fighting and fighting.
Monks of the Embinyu Church appeared before Weed. They were a very strong and rather quick mob that used punches or kicks as their main arsenals.
Weed overlapped another skill onto Sculpting Blade. It was a possible attack because Sculpting Blade was a technique that applied purely to Sword Mastery itself.
“15 Chain Strike.”
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bam!
He ran in without reserve and mercilessly beat them up with his sword. He had absolutely no mercy, and made no allowance for generosity, either.
“Hammer Fist!”
When the Monks were barely able to extend their fists, he stood and took that much. Weed's equips were considerable, so taking a few hits from the Monks' hits was fine.
“Did you hit me just now?”
Weed's eyes twitched. His Perseverance or Toughness didn't even rise from taking those fumbling hits. He didn't really need to bear it and get hit when his stats didn't even go up!
“15 Chain Strike!”
Pa-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bam!
He violently beat up the Monks. He beat them here, beat them there, chased and beat them, and beat them once more because it was a waste to use a skill right before they died. His sword rampaged as he mercilessly thrashed the Monks. It was to the extent that the onlookers felt sorry for the Monks of the Embinyu Church.
His Mana recovery speed was so fast that it quickly refilled again even if he used a skill.
“Weed! For you to come this far…! I heard much about your dirty crimes. I will take the Embinyu Church's revenge.”
The Elite Dark Knight approached him in the underground prison with his mantle fluttering. If it were someone other than Weed, an exciting and tense atmosphere might have formed.
“Elite Dark Knight, you did well to show up as well. Sword Kaiser!”
He dodged the Elite Dark Knight's attack and activated his ultimate attack skill head on!
“Argh!”
The Elite Dark Knight was flung to the opposite wall insignificantly.
— The Elite Dark Knight has fallen into a state of panic from a great shock.
Weed raised his sword and thrashed it.
“Then why'd you show up, hurry and die. Die! Die!”
The Elite Dark Knight dropped a shoulder guard and lost its life in vain.
“Equipment!”
Weed licked his lower lip with his tongue. This was a situation where he was wetting his lips with greed and thirst was rising in his throat.
“While you're like this, I guess I'll gather some Sword Mastery and attack skill proficiency!”
Babaaam!
Crunch! Boom! Whaam!
“EEEK!”
Powowowow!
Engrossing himself in just hunting without thinking of raising his stats for defense, all that was left were the gruesome remains of monsters.
The onlookers following him from behind drifted further and further away.
“Euu…”
“So this is why they say the places where Weed has gone through are sucked dry of monsters.
“To think his personality was this dirty. He isn't saving even a single one and just beating them again and again and again.”
“Did you see just now? He hit a monster that already died another three times before it hit the ground.”
“I've never seen a hunting method that kills monsters like that.”
“His notoriety wasn't just false rumors.”
The onlookers backed off quickly, fearing the human who was hunting with such a dirty nature! Even though they backed off a distance, they could still hear Weed's words. It was a conversation he was having after wiping out five mobs of Dark Knights and disciples of the Embinyu Church.
“Let's fight faster.”
“How?”
“Angry Pebbles, come out.”
Eight premium fire spirits were summoned with his overflowing Mana. The spirits with blazing, red-hot bodies went on their hands and knees before Weed and raised a fiery show as they acted charmingly. It appeared that Weed's control over the spirits had reached it's height.
“Did you call, our creator who is the most outstanding being under this sky!”
“You guys, go play with fire a bit. From the end of the passage on this side, set everything on fire in order.”
“Understood, Master.”
Weed knew about the blocked paths of the complicated underground prison from the expedition. There were traps in the passages and monsters were teeming as well.
“Make sure that you check and only choose the places without people to set on fire,” Weed warned. If a place where parties were hunting was set on fire and they happened to die, he could become a murderer.
“We shall devote our lives to fulfil thy command. It is a great honor that you did not forget us and entrusted this task.”
Dark Knights and monsters were piled up in the blocked passages of the underground prison.
“Rawr.”
“Kekeke.”
The dry air in the passages where the monsters were became hotter and hotter.
“RAAAGGHH!”
Spittle went flying as the monsters suffered! Once the flames rose explosively from the blocked passages, they screamed in anguish as they scrambled out.
“It's the harvest. 15 Chain Strikes!”
Weed killed every flaming monster that emerged.
Like a skilled farmer wielding a sickle, he precisely aimed for the throats, heads, and vital points of the monsters.
“This is the taste of hunting.”
Monsters fell in swathes in front of Weed. When japtem and equips dropped as monsters turned to grey light, Weed sorted the expensive ones and put them onto Yellowy's back even in the middle of fighting. His hands moved with unparalleled business.
“Wah! That's really ridiculous.”
“Is it even possible to hunt like this?”
The onlookers had never seen hunting like this. A normal hunting party would hunt camped out in one corner of the passage or clearing. They would also chat, make food to eat, and take breaks. If the speed of the monster appearances was slow, they would move while doing more hunting. When they did so, the party leader would entrust matters to a Thief, Adventurer, or Assassin, since they had to look for traces of monsters and chase them. Finding monsters well while considering the party members' states was the leader's responsibility. Therefore, knowing the geography and being aware of the characteristics of monsters while raising hunting efficiency was the standard.
However, Weed was different. His hunting range wasn't fixed in a narrow passage or a single spot. He took the characteristic of this enormous underground prison, this dungeon, into consideration and put the entire area around him into his hunting range.
“His EXP must be rising really damn well.”
“Just look at the japtem. His hunting speed is fast so tons of items are also being dropped.”
The onlookers could only be extremely jealous!
This was a hunting method that Weed could only show because his Mana recovery speed had quickened. It was Weed's way to fight while managing his Vitality and Mana well, but there was still an obvious limit. It was also comfortable since he took care of the tricky monsters that were daunting to deal with after Hwaryeong put them to sleep with her Seduction Dance. Thanks to Da'in having impressive skills as a Shaman, she gave very effective support in battle. His Agility increased and his Strength grew as well, enabling him to nullify the attacks of the Dark Knights more precisely. The fighting became comfortable and much easier thanks to Da'in.