Daemon Sword’s Freezing Curse.
A part of the body has frozen, so Strength and Agility will fall greatly.
Will reduce Health by 35 every second due to the damage of the ice attribute.
– Daemon Sword Cracked Rock Curse.
A crack has formed in the equipped armor, causing the durability to fall continuously.
Decreases defense.
– Daemon Sword’s Nightmare Curse.
Evil spirits will rush in to cause optical illusions; after willpower has been weakened, they will rapidly disintegrate the body.
The Dark Knights fell into chaos from Weed’s intrusion. Hwaryeong used the instantaneously created opening to push into the knights.
“Seduction Dance!”
The sensual bubi bubi, which could only be seen in a club or a night stage!
[T/N: For those who may have forgotten, this is a dance that involves grinding and generally sexy movements, leading to the name, bubi bubi, which translates literally to “rub rub” — it is not derived from “booby booby”.]
When Hwaryeong’s body grazed past, the Dark Knights froze in their tracks. They drooled with hazy eyes and even lost their minds. Hwaryeong had grown enormously in the time while they had been apart, so as she danced, a butterfly flew around and flowers were strewn about.
“A dancer must always be graceful!”
She was even using the Flower Scattering skill!
As Hwaryeong danced, she left an inviting fragrance in her wake. Over 10 Dark Knights were charmed and lost their will to fight for an instant.
“Arrrghhh!”
Weed easily hunted down the Priest with weak defense first. Killing Priests didn’t take long since their Health was low even if they were high leveled. By the time he got rid of the Priest, the Dark Knights attacking Weed had decreased by three thanks to Hwaryeong’s work.
“Too easy.”
Weed and Hwaryeong were perfectly in sync.
Weed slipped past the attacks of three Dark Knights with ease as he unfurled an aggressive counterattack.
– 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.