“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.’