I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 158

Chapter 11: Bug Exploiting Level-Up Method

Gray was quite annoyed at himself for being so careless, not noticing the approaching two-headed ogre, but he was relieved he came after all—despite not being a fan of Roy, he just couldn’t bear to see a young man throw away his life.

Hmph, the older generation should pave the way for these little brats.

With that thought, Gray felt a touch of heroism and slowly drew his black steel giant axe to block in front of the two.

“No choice, I’ll hold them off here! You two just…”

Halfway through, Gray noticed the two hadn’t moved at all. In his impatience, he was about to urge them when he realized they hadn’t even noticed him!

“Master, please let Alice help too.”

“No, you can’t handle it.”

“But…”

“Obey.”

Roy gently flicked Alice’s smooth forehead.

Though she was reluctant, the little maid let out a soft ‘ugh’ and obediently quieted down.

“Please be careful, Master.”

“Yeah.”

Roy responded with a smile and then, without a second thought, stepped past Gray toward the two-headed ogre!

“You crazy kid!? That’s not something you can…”

Gray tried to chase after him, but was stopped by Alice grabbing his arm.

“Please trust the Master.”

“Trust? This is no joke!”

Gray was completely fed up with this master-servant duo.

None of them took the monster seriously—it’s like they were playing with their lives!

“Miss Alice, I admit you’re strong, and maybe your Master isn’t weak either, but that two-headed ogre is Sequence 7…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a roar from the ogre echoed in the distance.

Gray looked back, expecting to see a body beaten to a pulp—there was no way even the physically tough Ironblood could withstand an attack two sequences above!

But the next second, Gray’s jaw dropped in utter disbelief.

Roy didn’t dodge or weave; instead, he also swung his fist to meet the ogre’s heavy punch head-on!

A booming sound erupted, and the shockwave sent leaves and branches flying around.

The two fighters were equally matched; Roy actually traded blows with a Sequence 7 monster that could tear apart a wyvern, merely using brute strength!

But what shocked Gray even more was that after that punch, blood began to seep from the ogre’s fist, and it stepped back, clutching its hand!

This was completely beyond his comprehension.

Under the Evil Dragon Blood Armor, Roy could temporarily elevate his strength to Sequence 7, and with the enhancement of Evil Dragon: Fafnir’s true dragon scales, he could honestly stand against even Sequence 6 opponents using just raw power.

After taking the ogre’s punch, Roy finally launched a counterattack.

With a flash of steel, a shiny iron sword appeared in his hand.

With a swift motion, the young man swung the sword, his fluid movements earning admiration even from Gray, a seasoned adventurer.

However, it seemed like his luck was running out.

This strike barely sunk into the ogre’s flesh, being stopped by its solid body and greasy yellow fat, almost stuck in the superficial layers.

Both of the ogre’s faces broke into a wicked grin simultaneously, and all four of its hands shot toward the young boy below.

Fortunately, Roy reacted quickly; he dropped the iron sword and leaped back just in time to escape the clawed grip.

The frustrated two-headed ogre launched another wave of attacks, while Roy projected a new longsword to engage in battle.

The ogre’s heavy attacks were relentless like a never-ending hurricane, smashing rocks, trees, and soil, obliterating everything in their path. Meanwhile, Roy’s strikes were sharp and decisive; though the power wasn’t enough, he painted bloodstains across the ogre’s body with pinpoint accuracy.

This thrilling showdown left Gray dumbfounded, but the little maid on the side was cutely raising her small fist, cheerfully yelling, “Go, Master!”

Yet Gray couldn’t help but feel anxious, unable to fathom why the little maid seemed so carefree.

Roy’s performance was certainly impressive, but clearly, his offensive power was lacking; he wouldn’t be able to break through the two-headed ogre’s tough physique, and at this rate, he would still be overpowered.

Of course, this concern was completely unnecessary.

Gray had no idea that the young man wasn’t there to slay monsters; he was there to train.

As long as Roy wanted, he could project dragon-tooth weapons at any time to deliver effective damage.

The reason he was prolonging the fight was simply that only by engaging in an evenly matched life-and-death struggle could he trigger the Ironblood bloodline upgrade.

A so-called life-and-death struggle required a battle where both sides had similar strength and could harm each other.

Of course, going all-out to the death was tantamount to risking one’s life; that way, any Ironblood extraordinary being would be done for before they ever upgraded. Thus, most Ironblood extraordinary beings could only train against opponents who were as close to their strength as possible, yet still not too overwhelming.

But with the Evil Dragon Blood Armor, Roy could raise that standard, fighting real battles against Sequence 7 monsters!

That’s right! Although Roy had decent combat prowess, in the recognition of the Ironblood bloodline, his Sequence 9 self was fighting fiercely against a Sequence 7 foe, so his bloodline upgrade speed was naturally off the charts!

Even though this method was slower than the upgrade speed from his fight against the Crimson Blood Fire Dragon, it was still much faster than sparring with his father.

The False King was mighty, but the side effects were heavy, making it unsuitable for frequent use. Rolin’s previous false bloodline was too weak and too reliant on the False King, leading to many troubles. Roy certainly wouldn’t tread the same path.

Both hands must be tough!

Simply put, Roy was using the False King to boost part of his strength, maintaining a balance in power with the two-headed ogre, exploiting bugs to grind the Ironblood experience!

Earlier battles were either slightly favorable or to the death; now, Roy was finally enjoying the fun of purposely going easy to toy with his opponent.

After some fierce fighting, even the not-so-bright ogre began to sense something was off.

Clearly, they were evenly matched, yet this two-legged beast seemed more pumped up and excited with each blow!

When close in strength, monsters often instinctively take a step back during fights to avoid mutual destruction.

But the two-headed ogre realized this two-legged beast didn’t play by the rules; even if it held back slightly or withdrew, the beast pursued it relentlessly, refusing to let go!

Were two-legged beasts truly this detestable?!

People could get annoyed after being bitten too many times by mosquitoes; the two-headed ogre was getting thoroughly bloodied and furious from Roy’s relentless slashing!

Finally, it could take no more, bearing the brunt of Roy’s sword, it roared as it unleashed all four fists, intending to tear the young man apart!

And at that moment, the black-haired young man finally lifted the corners of his mouth.

That’s about enough.

Roy felt the bloodline within him boil over, each heartbeat surging with boundless strength between his muscles and veins.

A blood-red extraordinary aura burst from the young man, like a scarlet flow of light, glaring and eye-catching in the jungle.

The iron sword in Roy’s hand transformed under the crimson aura into a gleaming steel longsword, an unstoppable sharpness crashing into the charging two-headed ogre, piercing through the layers of fat, right into its heart!

The searing pain halted the two-headed ogre’s movements; before it could let out a scream, in the next moment, Roy smoothly yanked out the blood-red steel sword, and with a swift slice, severed both of its grotesque heads!