Chapter 335

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The intense battle raged on, a freezing storm gathering at its center as the Great Sword and Spear clashed in superhuman speeds invisible to the naked eye.

Every collision unleashed fierce gusts, every step shattering the ground beneath their feet.

The green-walled floor covering this space, battered by their relentless exchange, had become pockmarked. The original floor of the grain storage it covered suffered collateral damage.

Debris from the green walls, flying stones from the ground, and even parts of the surrounding walls were pulverized into powder by the wind pressure, drifting lazily through the air.

The labyrinth cavern chosen as the battleground resembled a scene after a Category 12 typhoon, gradually being destroyed without mercy.

Facing the chaotic slashes aimed to overwhelm him, Izay deflected them flawlessly, his spear tip slicing through like a hurricane over the sea.

The Spear dissolved the air-spiraling Rock Great Sword, its rapid thrusts making the air wail.

“……?”

Amidst the unimaginably fierce combat, Orivars’ enraged expression gradually faded.

Unable to suppress Izay for so long, his face turned dubious.

The “stalemate” saw Izay’s movements growing faster, his wounds increasing until finally, Orivars sensed something amiss.

Just as he furrowed his brows under his mask, beginning to doubt, Izay seized this momentary lapse, activating his magic decisively.

The atmosphere emitted a thunderous sound akin to shattering glass as the faintly glowing mysterious patterns on the Yeti Spear suddenly blazed brightly.

Starflame surged forth as Izay infused Yeti with magical power, its dark silver body igniting with a resounding explosion.

A single step forward, heavy enough to crush the ground!

Power surged from the earth, transmitting leg strength through his body to his hands, then onto the weapon!

The divine spear carved out a point-like trajectory, flashing like lightning, reaching Orivars in an instant, piercing through his stunned reaction!

“————!!”

The sound of shattered rock echoed.

Orivars’ weapon, the ink-green Rock Great Sword used to repeatedly counter Izay, was obliterated by this brutally powerful strike!

Shards of the broken sword scattered like blossoms, the impact sending Orivars flying.

In just a flash, his entire body was embedded in the rock wall behind him, the green wall vanishing under the assault.

His dark white hair fell loose, his skull helmet damaged. Underneath the fallen bangs, his eyes revealed disbelief.

After a long pause, he gritted his teeth tightly as he slid down slowly.

“How… how could this be? I’m Lv.6!?”

“Why not!? It’s all about compatibility.” Izay couldn’t help but smirk upon hearing this.

As he said, Orivars and he had terrible compatibility!

Even though Orivars was Lv.6, he wasn’t a match for Reivice, let alone the Tree Dragon spirit’s former avatar. Among the three, he was the weakest, barely reaching lower-level Lv.6.

Izay’s normal Ability Values were already beyond Lv.5, plus the massive boost from skills during combat. In terms of potential Ability Values, Izay was almost on par with Orivars.

Moreover, Orivars didn’t study battle techniques at all.

It probably had something to do with him spending the last six years lurking in the dungeon’s depths.

There were hardly any opportunities to fight humans in the dungeon’s depths, so his opponents were mostly monsters.

Do monsters practice techniques?

No. They only kill instinctively.

Living in such an environment for a long time, especially wielding a brute-force weapon like the Great Sword, Orivars’ fighting style lacked any technique whatsoever.

He relied solely on brute force and speed.

To monsters, he might be a nightmare since they always fear what they don’t understand.

Unfortunately, against Izay, a combat mage skilled in both technique and speed, enhanced by ‘Intuition’ and ‘Keen Eye,’ there was nothing but laughter.

Not even the need to activate ‘Silver Starfall,’ Izay simply beat him while warming up.

“You bastard….! This power! Was your retreat at first just an act!?”

Faced with Izay approaching him calmly, treating him as no threat, Orivars’ face twisted in rage, his impatience evident.

“It wasn’t exactly an act. I initially thought you were just a Lv.5 monster, feeling no sense of danger, so my resistance was a bit weaker. Who knew you were also Lv.6?”

Izay spoke honestly.

Judging by strength, Orivars was clearly weaker than Reivice. Their entrance speeds showed that difference.

Reivice reached the battlefield before Orivars, showing a clear gap in speed.

Most importantly, ‘Intuition’ didn’t alert Izay to any danger, so he paid little attention to the initial attack.

Reality confirmed this; Orivars’ attacks left Izay unscathed.

That temporary retreat meant nothing.

“!!!”

Upon hearing this response, Orivars’ eyes widened in fury.

But it was all for naught.

If looks could kill, Izay would’ve been a beehive back home already.

Sadly, it doesn’t work that way.

“Man-eating Flowers! All of you, come out!!! Kill him for me!!!”

Still unable to rise properly from the ground, Orivars once again demonstrated classic villain behavior—calling for reinforcements!

Oh, monster reinforcements.

Scurrying sounds…

Who knows how the weirdos and monsters communicate, but after Orivars whispered his command, carnivorous flowers emerged from all sides, some bearing black burn marks?

‘Asfi’s explosives, huh…? Guess they weren’t burned to death?’ Izay gave those burn-marked man-eating flowers a second glance.

“Heheheh… Looks like your companions aren’t doing too well either? They might have already become fertilizer for these flowers.”

Noticing the same burnt flowers, Orivars’ thoughts diverged from Izay’s.

Adventurer attacks remained on the monsters, yet the monsters still lived here. What did that mean!?

It meant the adventurers who attacked them were already dead! Otherwise, the adventurers wouldn’t leave any survivors.

If they had fled, the man-eating flowers would’ve chased them and wouldn’t have heard Orivars’ call, thus wouldn’t have arrived.

So the conclusion was clear!

—The group of adventurers who came with Izay were already dead!

Orivars grinned maliciously, considering this somewhat good news.

He felt Izay must be shaken now. Adventurers never stay calm when their comrades die.

Then he could take advantage of the situation to finish off Izay!

Seemingly envisioning a bright future, Orivars couldn’t stop smiling.

Unbeknownst to him, Izay looked at him as if he were an idiot.

If it weren’t for the magical connection he left with Asfi and the others remaining intact, he might’ve believed this nonsense.