I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 932

Chapter 29: Just an Adventurer

It wasn’t just Janthea who was ready ahead of time.

With the anomaly of the Divine Tree as the signal, Valoran’s hidden sentinels sprang into action, creating massive chaos in a short time.

Even the most elite scouts, descended from the elves, were not prepared for the sudden onslaught of so many desperate souls in their territory, and they quickly fell into disarray.

Most of these sentinels were shadow elves, not powerful in direct combat but skilled in assassination. Their initial attacks caught the scouts completely off guard, making it difficult for them to rush to the meeting hall.

The further out you went, the safer it was. Though worried about her mother’s reassurance, Nia wisely retreated to the outskirts in search of the scouts’ protection.

But before she could run far, an explosive noise erupted behind her. A disheveled figure missing an arm crashed to the ground, dragging a trail of blood and kicking up a cloud of dust.

In an instant, both Valoran’s men and the scouts were startled, unsure of what was happening.

“Bastard… My arm! Ahhhhhh! I’m going to kill you, you bastard!”

Tal wailed in agony, clutching his bleeding wound, his heart-rending cries torturing everyone’s eardrums.

“That guy’s in cahoots with Valoran!”

With Nia’s shout, the scouts surrounded him in no time.

However, their movement caught Tal’s attention.

His eyes narrowed with murderous intent as he glared at the scouts, and especially at Nia, who was the target of his twisted sneer: “Heh, scouts?”

“You can’t protect her!”

“You’re just a bunch of idiots waiting to die! The nightingale of the Elven Forest belongs to me, and you can’t possibly stop it…”

Before Tal could finish his menacing words, the Black-Haired Boy arrived on the scene.

“Seriously, are you talking nonsense in broad daylight?”

The scouts didn’t dare to relax; while keeping an eye on Tal, they advised, “Be careful, Mr. Roderick, that guy’s aura feels off!”

Without breaking stride, Roy walked straight through the scouts and advanced toward Tal.

“Yeah, it’s definitely off, which is why you guys are out of your league.”

“Leave it to him!” Nia shouted, successfully dissuading the scouts from rushing to help.

Faced once more with his armless enemy, Tal’s killing intent practically exploded from his eyes.

“Alright, I admit I underestimated you. To be chosen as the lady’s protector, you’re certainly not an ordinary person. But you have no idea what true power is!”

As his words fell, a bizarre aura erupted from Tal.

His body rapidly shriveled and rotted, his surface became a decaying vegetation. Yet it quickly grew back, towering to two meters tall, and from his severed arm emerged a broad blade formed from dark green plants.

Blood was long gone; what oozed from his body was a foul-smelling, putrid liquid.

All Things Wither.

The scouts were all too familiar with this type of power. Even an ordinary person polluted by this force could pose a threat that only Extraordinary Beings could contend with.

And a Sequence 6 Extraordinary Being, if corrupted, often required two or three times their level to deal with!

Even if Nia’s protector was strong, being another Sequence 6, it was likely he wouldn’t fare well!

“Mr. Roderick, be careful!”

One scout shouted.

Yet, the fallen shadow elf was already charging with a maniacal laugh: “Caution means nothing!”

“Adventurers or Extraordinary Beings, you’re all just relying on experience, luck, bloodlines, and talent! You have no clue what true strength is…!”

The blade whistled through the air, a terrifying sword wind sweeping forth, making even the battle-hardened scouts gasp.

However, what happened next completely stunned them.

Tal’s figure transformed into an untraceable whirlwind, striking like lightning with a savage blow. Empowered by the malevolent god’s strength, the shadow elf assassin’s rapid slashes reached a level unimaginable to normal folks.

But nobody expected a fierce crimson flame to ignite.

The Black-Haired Boy surged forth, meeting him head-on with a single punch.

Blood Burst + Dragon Flame.

The red blood essence intertwined with the fierce dragon fire, combining the powers of two bloodlines into a single, powerful blow, shooting straight out like a massive spear hurled by a giant.

The explosion of flames erupted.

In an instant, dazzling light engulfed Tal’s figure, roasting heatwaves ravaging the area.

With a decisive punch, Roy looked at the now-pierced cultist, who lay on the scorched earth, his eyes wide open, and gave a dismissive grunt.

“Showy garbage.”

Recalling his initial pressure and fear when first witnessing the power of All Things Wither, Roy felt no anxiety now—even a smirk was creeping up.

A wooden puppet? A mere matchstick ready to ignite!

Not to mention that the fire element of the dragon flame countered him perfectly; even a casual strike from a Sequence 4 would be too much for a mid-tier to withstand.

“Didn’t you want to show me what true power looks like? Is this all you’ve got?”

What Sequence 6, what third-rate adventurer?

What he wielded was the real deal! Power enough to crush him like an ant…

Faced with the Black-Haired Boy’s light-hearted mockery, Tal’s lips trembled, spewing pus and unable to utter another word. He finally understood why he had been discovered last night, why he had been caught off guard before, and why he had been tossed around like garbage without even a chance to fight back.

In his final moments, looking at the Black-Haired Adventurer greeted by the smiling elf girl, Tal painfully realized he had been a joke in his eyes from the very beginning.

Both the scouts and Valoran’s men were stunned into silence, forgetting their fight with each other.

In the face of such formidable firepower, the clash of blades seemed tiny and pathetic.

And a single punch from a powerful adventurer that rivaled cannon fire was enough to dictate the fate of the battle before them.

Roy stretched out his arm, casually glancing over at Valoran’s subordinates, smiling cheerfully: “As you can see, I’m just an adventurer, not much to speak of.”

“So, if anyone wants to show me what true power looks like, I’m always up for it.”

Clang, clang, clang.

Valoran’s men collectively dropped their weapons, none daring to meet Roy’s gaze. They surrendered on the spot and even knelt down.

Not everyone was a cultist; the shadow elves present still retained a shred of basic judgment.

No kidding, a Sequence 6 could take on a thousand men, and who could forget that this was a Sequence 6 bolstered by a malevolent god’s power? The most elite shadow elf, Tal, had just been crushed with one blow—they’d be crazy to think they stood a chance!

At that moment, the captain of the scouts finally came to his senses and cautiously asked, “Mr. R-Roderick, what exactly are you…?”

“Just an adventurer.”

“And also, our boyfriend.”

The boy and girl harmonized perfectly, the former casual, the latter smug.