Capítulo 114: Wrock’s Assassin
Akiol walked up to the solo dungeon entrance. There was only a handful of individuals attempting the dungeon, after all group dungeons were significantly easier.
The entrance was a cave, while the outside looked ordinary the inside definitely did not look like a cave. As he entered his vision turned dark.
<You have entered dungeon: The Escape of a Genius.>
<The Escape of a Genius: A brilliant young martial artist, skilled in all sorts of combat, has decided to betray his clan and flee. Hunt down the Genius and bring him to justice.>
Akiol's vision cleared and he found himself in a large building. It looked like the inside of a sect hall. A group of various individuals, all of old age, were yelling at a group.
"You all kill that traitor! Whoever succeeds will be greatly rewarded! If you fail, then don't ever come back!"
The group responded with loud voices, "Yes clan leader!"
They marched out immediately and spread out. Akiol, who was beside one of the shouting elders, stood still. The elder turned to him and commanded, "You too, hunt him down. I don't care if you have to kill him. Now go!"
Akiol nodded and immediately left. As he exited the building a grand sight was revealed. Quality houses and building dotted across a field. A sturdy wall surrounded the large city. Trees of interesting shapes and colors could be found everywhere. Akiol thought that city wasn't a proper term for the place, it looked like an empire.
In fact it was so large Akiol wasn't sure how we was supposed to find a single person in such a large area.
Standing around wouldn't do anything, so Akiol began to explore.
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Wrock narrowed his eyes. He was being watched, but wasn't sure where from. He currently was on a horse, he purchased it before the house's blueprint was even finished. As it trotted across a barren path he couldn't help but feel suspicious.
He jumped off his horse and whistled, making the horse run away and vanish behind a corner. Wrock didn't actually intentionally whistle, it was just the summoning skill for the mounts.
Wrock waited patiently, his guard risen. He knew Akiol had been attacked recently so he was positive he was next.
Wrock was right, a figure fell from the sky. The attack would have been successful against other players, but Wrock was already suspicious.
Teleporting above the figure with [Intense Speed] a large light blue hawk silhouette appeared behind him. He fell rapidly, foot meeting hawks and descending upon his opponent. This was naturally [Hawk's Descent].
Boom-!
His foot made contact and pushed the figure into the ground. The speed and force caused an explosion of dust. When it cleared the figure was laying still in a crater.
"Caw!" A crow cried.
The figure changed nearly instantly, instead of being a cloaked figure it was a scarecrow. Wrock was upset that two good skills was used against a fake, he couldn't tell!
The figure was on a tree branch, a crow on their head. The figure jumped down, twirling a knife in their hand and spoke in an annoying high pitched voice, "So violent! We haven't exchange greetings yet you aimed to kill! So violent so violent!
Wrock watched the figure carefully, "You attempted to attack me first. I simply retaliated."
The figure looked at Wrock and the crater, "That's quite the retaliation! Look at this hole!"
"Insignificant details."
"So violent!"
The figure dashed towards Wrock throwing thin needles at him. Wrock snatched these out of the air and tossed them to the side. The figure cursed, "Those were expensive! So violent! So wasteful!"
"Not my money." Wrock replied curtly.
The figure ran up to the front of Wrock, slashing their knife with force. Wrock dodged and kicked towards the figure's exposed abdomen. When the kick landed the figure turned into pieces of straw, scattering across the floor.
His foot still held momentum, so he continued the kick and did a spin. This prevented extra waste of effort by forcefully stopping the kick, but also gave him an opportunity to check his surroundings.
Wrock noticed something odd about the dagger swing. It lacked the speed a normal dagger wielding class would use. Instead it carried more strength behind it. He thought it was strange, why a strong individual chose a dagger as a weapon.
The figure reappeared a distance away, "So violent! So wasteful! So hasty!" They chanted.
The figure continue to charge, this further solidified Wrock's suspicions. They weren't that fast at all! Perhaps the speed wasn't something ordinary player's could handle, but it was really slow in Wrock's view.
"You're not meant for the dagger are you?" Wrock questioned.
The figure stopped the charge. Their voice a bit wary, "You've noticed. So insightful!"
"I would have to be blind not to."
"So it would seem! So worrisome."
"Don't go wasting my time." Wrock commented.
Their dagger vanished from their hand, replacing it was an axe larger than themselves. The figure twirled it effortlessly, "Well, let us begin. So exciting!"
The figure charged forward, swinging their greataxe towards Wrock, aiming to cleave him in half. Wrock jumped and kicked the side of the axe, it only moved slightly. The figure bellowed, "So naive!"
The turned the axe downwards, slamming into the ground. Letting go of the axe they jumped on the handle, meeting Wrock in the air right before he touched the ground.
Wrock vanished, reappearing next to the axe. The figure missed their attack and ended farther away from their weapon. Wrock attempted the lift the axe, but it didn't budge.
"Haha! Your strength isn't enough to carry that naive one! So weak!"
The figure charged towards the axe, Wrock jumped over it to meet them. He didn't plan on letting them get their weapon back.
Wrock sent a kick towards the figure, however when it landed they turned into a bunch of straw. He snapped his head back to the axe, but the figure already had it in their hands.
The figure prepped themself into a swinging position. A pure white ring appeared in front of the axe's sharp edge. The figure swung while shouting, "Impact!"
Boom-!
The axe slammed into something invisible, Wrock was assaulted by a force unknown. It slammed into his body and sent him flying back.
<-450HP (Wrock)>
Wrock crashed into a tree, further lowering his health. He spat blood and eyed the figure. They raised their axe and slammed the ground, the ring still there, "Impact!"
Wrock could see it this time, a wave of white energy heading towards him and only growing in force. He used [Thundering Impact] towards the incoming attack. He followed up with [Second Tempo Strike] and [Mastered Basic Punch]. He found out that the ability of [Second Tempo Strike] could be used with skills as well.
Whoom-!
The two shockwaves slammed into the attack. Causing them to cancel out, the figure rest the axe on their shoulder and praised, "Not bad! Still so naive!"
Wrock began to glow a light blue and zoomed towards the figure. This was his Berserk Skill of course. However why would he use it?
Because he couldn't see the first skill the figure used. He replayed it hundreds of times in his head, but it couldn't be seen. Whatever hit him was something he couldn't see!
The second attack was different, but if the figure kept using the first Wrock would lose! So he decided to end it here.
The figure was shocked, "This-!"
Wrock slammed his fist into the figure's jaw, sending him stumbling back. He took a few steps forward, these done in less than a second, and punched the stomach of the figure. The figure doubled over and Wrock kicked their face. Knocking their head back up. Wrock snapped his leg back and sent another kick towards their face. The figure fell backwards with a groan. Wrock jumped up and yelled, "[The Beast's Roar]!"
Booom-!
A shockwave crashed into the figure and caused an explosion of dust. However on closer inspection the figure had turned into straw again!
Wrock vanished, reappearing right in front of the figure. The figure was baffled, "How-?"
Wham!
Wrock's fist landed on their face. He used [Second Tempo Strike] again and his other fist slammed into their cheek. Wrock began a terrifying combo of attacks. Beating the figure senseless.
The figure shouted, "Enough!"
The air moved and forcefully pushed Wrock back. The figure had rid themselves of the axe, the white rings encircled their fists. Their pupils turned into the white rings.
The figure cracked their neck, "It's time to return the favor. So violent!"
The figure punched forward. Wrock immediately used [Intense Speed] and appeared behind the figure. It was good instinct, some distance away from the figure's fist a tree was splintered. Had Wrock remained still who knows what would have happened to him.
Wrock went to elbow the back of the figure, but they stomped. A ring appeared around their ankle. Wrock immediately retreated, for a force of white energy surrounded the figure.
The figure turned towards Wrock, "You're quite the pain aren't you? So annoying."
Wrock grinned, "I could say the same to you."
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