I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 567

Chapter 114: Worth My All Effort

“Let me? How arrogant!”

With a heavy stomp, the undead general crashed down, his massive frame hurtling towards Roy like a meteor.

Before the weighty sword even arrived, the chilling wind of the blade was already felt. Roy dodged just in time, and the terrifying sword energy whizzed past, slicing through a chunk of the thick castle wall.

Roy tried to stab with the purified water but was shocked when the opponent, undeterred by the corrosive wounds, grabbed the sword blade with bare hands to block the attack. Then came another downward slash.

Truly a seasoned general, his battle experience far surpassed those cultists who relied on the powers of evil gods for shortcuts, and he was decisively colder than any previous great demon!

From the get-go, Roy was at a disadvantage in speed. With the undead general’s relentless attacks, he was pressed hard, leaving no room for a counterattack.

“Roy, last time we fought, I was careless and didn’t give it my all, but this time I won’t make that mistake!”

The undead general seized the moment, swinging down with a powerful chop, sending snow flying everywhere.

But the next moment, he froze in place.

Because Roy had disappeared.

His form, shadows, and aura vanished completely, as if a droplet had merged with the ocean, never to be seen again.

Even for a battle-hardened warrior, such an eerie situation left the undead general at a loss.

Until a murderous intent approached, the undead general leaped back sharply, but still felt a sting on his face as the purified water blade sliced him.

“Funny, you’re not the only one who didn’t go all out!”

As the words fell, the black-haired boy’s figure twisted back into the void.

The undead general had fought for hundreds of years, personally participating in the “Third Demon Tide” and battling countless strong human warriors, yet he had never seen such exquisite stealth techniques. He only remembered legends that said elf descendants might be able to do so.

But that boy didn’t look anything like an elf.

Caught in a whirlwind of thoughts, the undead general found himself with cuts after cuts left by the boy.

However, thanks to the aura perception honed on battlefields, the undead general gradually adapted to his opponent’s rhythm.

There was killing intent.

His eyes narrowed, the undead general swung his hand back, the giant sword in his grip felt as light as a feather. The moment Roy made his move, he was ready to respond.

Roy hastily withdrew, his rhythm disrupted, just as the undead general shouted and lunged with a sword.

The furious sword energy erupted like thunder.

But this time, Roy once again brushed past his attack.

Tsk, lucky bastard.

“Don’t think you can run!”

The undead general continued swinging his sword, creating a chaotic storm.

Yet, he never expected that this time, the boy didn’t hide his form but moved as gracefully as a water snake, his footwork unpredictable.

While it seemed he wasn’t fast, he was astonishingly agile, dodging the general’s slashes time and again, and even striking back from incredibly awkward angles!

The undead general, with his grandeur, could shake the ground with a single strike, yet he couldn’t even touch his opponent. Meanwhile, every attack from Roy, though limited in power, was fast, precise, and deadly, shattering pieces of armor and leaving corrosive marks.

As the battle raged on, the undead general found himself with more and more injuries, his armor becoming a patchwork of damage.

Finally, the undead general realized that this wouldn’t do. He had to force himself to stay calm and stepped back first, raising his hand to cast a spell.

“The general is actually being pushed back?!”

“How is that possible, just a mere human!”

This seemingly weak behavior caused the morale of the undead troops to waver slightly.

But Roy’s gaze grew cold, akin to a shark that had caught the scent of blood.

Creating distance and regrouping before a low-ranking opponent might be dishonorable, but it was undoubtedly the correct choice.

But how could he let his opponent get what they wanted?!

The undead general thrust his hand up, trying to cast a spell to stop Roy’s pursuit, but Roy raised his hand as well, unleashing Purification with all his might!

Pure azure light erupted, causing the undead general’s movements to freeze, letting out a pained grunt as his actions slowed a beat.

At the same time, Roy shifted to grip his sword with both hands, igniting flames.

Ember Extinction!

“Don’t even think about it…!”

The heavy sword came crashing down, engulfed in a chill.

But the roar of the fire dragon was even quicker, more ferocious, erupting with a violent boom, transforming into a relentless flow of flame that slammed into the undead general’s figure first.

His helmet flew off, engulfed in fire winds.

After one strike, the undead general fell heavily, propped on his long sword and kneeling on the ground, plummeting below the castle wall.

The thick armor was completely reduced to molten iron dribbling down, revealing a stout skeleton beneath.

The undead army roared in fury, while the border nobles cheered in unison.

Sequence 7 against Sequence 5, and yet one stroke was enough to push him back, which was something the humans could take pride in.

As the snow drifted and the sparks danced, the panting boy’s expression remained grim, not daring to be careless.

Only he knew how treacherous it was to rely solely on Still as Water and Mirror Flower Water Moon to contend with a Sequence 5, draining both his mental and extraordinary powers.

Setting aside the Blade of the First King, Ember Extinction was already his most destructive extraordinary ability, sufficient to deal with an average Sequence 5.

However, the undead general’s response to such an attack was merely to kneel, far from fatal.

Indeed, continuing like this would still end in a stalemate.

Roy gritted his teeth inwardly, utilizing Blood Rejuvenation to replenish his waning extraordinary power.

On the other side, the injured undead general propped himself up, his gaze growing even deeper.

“Impressive.”

“Your unpredictable abilities, keen and calm judgement, and the guts to stand firm before a superior bloodline level…”

“There are few among my demon race’s generals who can achieve this.”

While expressing amazement, the undead general had an epiphany: “Moreover, it seems this isn’t your first time battling an opponent with a higher bloodline level, is it?”

Roy replied calmly: “Knowing to withdraw now is a tad too late, isn’t it?”

“Withdraw? Heh, quite the opposite.”

The undead general discarded the useless iron weighing him down and raised his sword anew, his aura colder than before.

“There are bound to be many who, relying on bloodline advantages and their hidden trump cards, belittle you, look down on you, and refuse to acknowledge you.”

“But I’m different.”

“Roy Ainbrad, I acknowledge you as my strongest opponent in this life, and facing you, I will give it my all and take you down!”

Sensing the familiar extraordinary aura, Roy was startled and rushed forward at top speed.

But the undead general unleashed a thunderous superhuman aura, exploding with full force.

A raging, bone-chilling wave surged forth, directly sending Roy flying back a dozen meters.

The ordinary soldiers of the undead army were tossed into the air. Even the Sequence 7’s Golden-Winged Griffin and undead warhorses had to step back in retreat.

Elsewhere, Britney and Barry, who were engaged in battle, were also drawn in by the horrifying aura, turning to look.

Even knowing that morality meant nothing on the battlefield, Britney still exclaimed, “Damn, actually going all out against a junior! What a despicable bastard!”

“He says he can handle it, and for now, we must trust him,” Barry sighed heavily.

Feeling the disturbance from the south, the silver-haired girl, attacking the city, felt a jolt in her heart.

But it was just for a moment.

Now was not the time to be distracted.

Roy was embroiled in the border and royal conflicts for himself, and all she could do was give her all in response.

The next moment, the silver-haired girl’s eyes turned even colder, summoning a torrent of ice waterfalls, crashing towards the city gate with full force.

With icy winds swirling around and snow billowing, the undead general finally summoned his half-body pale knight. He raised his sword with one hand, while the knights behind him raised their swords, like a cruel execution, mercilessly swinging down at the diminutive black-haired boy.