Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: Rage King (3)
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Craaaack!
Weapon Break combined with Frenzy Dance! As the core of the disarming Creation Skill rained down, Lance's main weapon, his lance, couldn't hold out.
Weapon Break was most influenced by the attacker's weapon performance and Strength stat—in this case, Rokan's. His Strength was monstrous, and his weapon was a whopping +8 reinforced one.
Lance's lance might have been comparable or even superior in base performance, but the reinforcement gap was enormous.
In an instant, thick cracks spiderwebbed across the lance, fragments raining down.
"It touched...!"
Whoosh-crash!
Finally, after enduring the storm of blows and reaching Rokan, the weapon's core shaft had already crumbled. It shattered into mere scraps of metal.
It made contact with his body, sure—but the damage was 0.
In fact, it was as if he'd been prodded with a piece of chalk; the attacking end crumbled away.
"What are you doing?"
Heh.
Rokan bared his white teeth at Lance, whose face was etched with clear panic.
Then he swung his battle axe once more. A skill similar to before, yet different.
"Armor Break, Frenzy Dance."
He couldn't register it as a formal Creation Skill due to slot limitations, but the combo of the two skills was plenty powerful.
The item's reinforcements more than compensated for the synergy of the unenhanced skills.
Crack, craaaack!
The effect showed itself immediately.
The armor that had encased Lance's body in rigid protection tore into rags, pieces breaking off one by one.
"Uh... uh..."
Shocked by the loss of his lance and overwhelmed by the barrage, Lance lost his mental footing. He couldn't mount any proper resistance and was neutralized.
Now all he had left was a single shield.
He could wield devastating power with just that, but having already fallen into panic, he couldn't muster another charge.
"It's hot. Let's end this!"
Thwack!
With no resistance at all, the outcome was obvious. Rokan mercilessly severed the man's neck, and the awaited message appeared soon after.
[You have defeated Charge King Lance.]
[Word reaches Rage King Randor, who was in secluded training.]
[Rage King Randor flies into a rage. Flee. In 5 minutes, Rage King Randor will appear.]
The Rage King Randor makes his entrance!
But contrary to the warning message, Rokan waited with the delighted expression of someone reuniting with an old friend.
He'd even bombed the surroundings into a wide open clearing perfect for battle, welcoming him.
He had no intention of exploiting Fire Resistance to inflict the 'Burn' status—nor would it work anyway. A guy who'd seized even corrupted power wouldn't take damage from mere wildfire.
The flames were just a measure to block enemy reinforcements. The real show was the head-on clash between the Rage King and Rokan.
"He's here."
"Kyaaaang!"
[You are exposed to Rage King Randor's War Cry.]
[Title Limit Breakthrough negates the effects of War Cry.]
As a Berserker-class like Rokan, the beast unleashed the Berserker signature War Cry, charging in with ferocious momentum.
At his level and stats, it might've affected even Rokan—but unfortunately for him, Rokan's Limit Breakthrough title rendered level-gap effects useless!
"Hmph!"
On top of that, Randor's arrival triggered a slew of Rokan's titles simultaneously.
His stats surged—Attack, Defense, even skill levels rose a notch.
Forced elevation meant they paled against true Lv300 power, and Lv300 foes had 'that' anyway, so no real comparison. But his opponent wasn't true Lv300 either. Corrupted power gave him comparable might, sure.
"Krraaaahaha!"
Rokan met the War Cry with his own, unleashing his innate violence as he shot toward the charging Randor.
"Twin Axe Strike!"
"Frenzy Dance!"
Boom-roarrr!
But he harbored not a speck of underestimation.
In normal state, maybe he'd glance down—but this Rage King was no ordinary bandit boss.
A corrupted monster.
One who'd fully integrated a portion of corrupted power, no less.
Human in form, yet transcending limits to the point of being otherworldly.
That's why he met the casually swinging twin axes with Frenzy Dance.
"Tch."
The problem? Even that didn't fully dissipate the force.
2 strikes versus 10.
Five times the battle axe swings, and still he couldn't neutralize the power in those twin axes.
Rokan gripped his aching wrist and swiftly retreated, bracing for the next attack.
"To dare ruin my plans—you'll die for this!"
Worse, despite wielding corrupted power for such destructive force, he hadn't lost his reason like other corrupted monsters.
He seemed a bit more agitated due to his brother's death, but he was still controlling that power.
"Chain Thrust!"
"Evasion!"
As Randor swung his twin axes in rapid succession, even Rokan hesitated to clash head-on. The corrupted power was surging wildly.
Rokan's Attack was immense, but corrupted power's instantaneous destructiveness was no joke.
A serious clash might end evenly, but meeting the foe's peak power head-on wasn't Rokan's goal.
He dodged by the slimmest margins, biding for openings.
"Slippery rat! How long will you keep dodging?!"
Randor bellowed in fury, his glowing green demonic eyes raking over Rokan amid the repeated evasions.
The guy was the same type as him, yet refusing to clash—it only fueled his rage.
"That's for me to decide."
But Rokan refused to be drawn in, no matter what Randor spat. He kept dodging, taunting, draining the beast's power.
Each strike infused with corrupted power depleted slower than magic-like bursts, but every miss still burned it away—that much was certain.
Unable to endure the repetition, Randor snapped first.
"You filthy rat! Let's see you dodge this—Berserk!"
His already savage temper, inflamed by his brother's death and corrupted power, exploded.
Frankly, holding back this long was a miracle.
With his declaration-like incantation, the green demonic glow in his eyes spread across his body.
Berserk—nay, something beyond.
"Defense, Defense, Defense!"
Rokan's choice was unexpectedly defensive. He activated the ring's embedded skill, layering shields and hunkering down.
For the usual Rokan, it was downright bizarre—but Randor had no time to question it. His eyes were fully mad, filled only with slaughter and ruin.
Boom!
"Urk."
One blow shredded three shields.
A mere glancing hook—no payoff for the effort, effortlessly demolished.
"Again?!"
But that gap was all Rokan needed. Just enough to evade the doubled power and speed.
As the twin axes hesitated, Rokan angled his battle axe to deflect, using the shock to launch backward.
"Twin Axe Strike!"
"Escape!"
Enraged Randor unleashed another skill, but the ring's power yanked Rokan out of attack range.
He reappeared three meters away, then backflipped to widen the gap.
"Leaf Attack!"
"Counter!"
Randor soared after him, but Rokan played it smarter.
"Cancel, Evasion!"
He canceled the backstep counter and triggered Creation Skill Evasion, retreating fully.
Then he flipped backward in midair, taunting the beast.
"Kyaaak! I'll kill you!"
"Were you trying to spare me?"
Boom!
As Randor Dash-charged, a mechanical engineering item exploded at his feet—smoke grenade. It fooled his senses.
"Storm Blade!"
Randor's response was vicious. As smoke engulfed him, he wildly swung his twin axes, unleashing gales that cleaved the haze.
Boom!
The winds carried physical force, demolishing everything they touched.
"That all?"
Thanks to it, Rokan halted too.
He raised his battle axe to parry, but his eyes were different now.
Back to his true gaze—the predator's.
"Grrr!"
"Time's up, pup!"
Rokan straightened, no longer dodging the now fully bestial snarls.
Instead of fleeing in fear, he grinned wide and charged with battle axe raised, just like the start.
"Rampage!"
A Creation Skill that swept the surroundings alongside Berserk activation!
Rokan timed it perfectly, raking the oncoming Randor.
"Groooar!"
Then, something astonishing. Randor tanked the ferocious strikes that shredded armor on a graze and flayed flesh—body-charging straight through.
Each pass of Rokan's battle axe summoned eerie green energy to shield him, mitigating damage and fueling his rage.
"Die!"
"Heh heh heh!"
But feeling the heavy, damp aura on his battle axe, Rokan only laughed.
As if he'd expected it—as if it didn't matter—he gripped harder and swung away.
Thud!
Soon, Randor's Twin Axe Strike hammered Rokan's chest.
His fully reinforced armor withstood even corrupted power, but it was no light blow—yet Rokan laughed.
He swung the battle axe again like a demon.
"Now let me get a taste!"
Thwack-thwack-thwack!
Berserk versus Berserk.
It could no longer be called a proper fight.
Rokan knew it, so he guarded only neck and heart, ready to yield the rest.
From here, it was Attack versus Attack, control versus control.
'And a battle of time.'
Reducing life to zero was baseline.
Next: Avoid decapitation or heart rupture while aiming for the opponent's.
If that failed, one thing remained.
Time.
Whoever's Berserk ended first was at an absolute disadvantage.
That's why Rokan had dragged it out with his hard-won tools.
Randor had activated first— a dozen seconds' difference.
He aimed to seize that for victory.
"Frenzy Dance!"
"Chain Thrust!"
Roooar-boom!
The clash of two Berserked monsters—two beasts—unleashed cataclysmic shockwaves.
Even the wildfire scattered, unable to approach; collapsing debris was politely shoved aside.
Where their attacks met, only destruction reigned.
Indiscriminate. Merciless. Attack-only.
The nauseating grind dragged on for over ten minutes without pause.
"Kyaaaak!"
"Huhuhu, yes, this is it!"
Their gear's durability had plummeted to rags, but they didn't care.
To be precise, Rage King Randor was blind with madness, seeing nothing; Rokan was the madman reveling in it.
How long since a real fight? He thrilled to the quivers, smashing relentlessly.
Corrupted power be damned—he'd cleave and crush all in reach with pure berserk fury.
"Cough!"
And finally, time was up.
Timeout. Randor's Berserk expired.
Even risking backlash, recasting needed 5 minutes.
"Premature punk. That it?"
Rokan showed disappointment at the pathetic sight, but his own timer was nearly gone.
Just over ten seconds.
Yet he brimmed with leisure. This one blow would end it.
"Corruption Hunt. Mad Slaughter."
Adding the special skill from his title Corruption Hunter—fulfilled by slaying the corrupted fire spirit—he tore into the staggering Randor reeling from Berserk backlash.