Chapter 211
Chapter 211
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 211
Chapter Title: Kyarus VS Rokan (3)
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# 211
Tunnel. And Digdog.
Only then did Bakukan realize what had happened.
Right before his master skill pulverized the ground, Rokan had summoned Digdog and completely burrowed underground.
There would be shock and vibration, but that was it. No direct impact, and without needing to activate Legend Rider, Digdog could burrow into the earth.
And then it circled behind the careless Bakukan's back.
“Kyaaaaak!”
Clutching his left arm as blood gushed out in spurts, Bakukan let out a guttural roar and went berserk. As if he couldn’t let it end like this, he unleashed his final burst of strength.
“Demon Descent!”
In an instant, jet-black energy was sucked into him.
The blood pouring from the gaping wound gradually slowed, and a ghostly black evil spirit took root on his back.
Eyes turned redder than blood.
Rokan immediately grasped what it signified.
“Damn.”
Berserk.
But not ordinary Berserk. It was akin to his own. A fusion of multiple skills built on Berserk.
It seemed he had mixed in a descent-type shaman skill, which carried a high chance of overriding his own combat style with that of the summoned spirit.
His physical specs would rise, but it wasn’t a method that simply made him stronger.
Even so, it was plenty powerful. Unable to freely combine skills like humans, he had squeezed maximum efficiency from his limited class skills.
Regretting not finishing it off sooner on the way here, Rokan reluctantly unleashed his power.
“Storm Giant Manifestation!”
To counter the black demon, Rokan transformed into a giant blazing with golden and crimson light.
Bakukan’s frame had grown somewhat but felt half-finished without a full gigantification skill, while Rokan towered massively.
It was like watching a giant battle a beast.
“Kyaaaaak!”
Perhaps infused with a speed-focused demonic beast. Bakukan emitted inhuman cries as he moved with blinding swiftness.
His wound had healed somewhat, but aware his left arm was barely functional, he circled to the flanks, relentlessly probing Rokan for openings.
“Such a nuisance!”
Whoosh!
Each time, Rokan swung his battle axe as if swatting a fly, but the foe narrowly evaded.
Even with his balance shattered, he was a high master wielding a potent enhancement master skill.
He refused easy attacks, surrendering his body to instinct in pursuit of a fatal strike.
“BOMBARDMENT!”
KABOOM!
By now, Rokan was irritated.
If it pushed for a power clash like before, he could topple it in moments, but it slipped away like an eel, striking only at gaps—wasting precious Storm Giant Manifestation duration and driving him mad.
So he played his gambit.
Failure might mean taking a hit, but he was confident he could endure it.
“Kiet!”
Panggrr!
But Rokan wasn’t the only one gambling.
Using a movement skill to fully evade at full speed, Bakukan hurled his cherished greatsword.
The blade arced through the air, aiming to cleave Rokan’s chest.
“Deflect!”
Fat chance.
Wrapping his left hand’s chain like a shield, Rokan batted the greatsword aside, then seized the opening to stare down Bakukan as he closed in, slamming his battle axe toward the foe’s elongated, vicious black claws.
CLANG!
Battle axe met claws in a screech of metal.
Black flames sparked as Bakukan was repelled. He staggered as if glued to the ground, exposing the gulf in power.
“Rampaging Chariot!”
Bang!
Right then, Rokan’s charge followed.
An explosive Shoulder Charge. His ironclad shoulder slammed home, cracking space itself as Bakukan flew backward.
He tumbled wretchedly across the ground, dazed.
“Where to!”
But it wasn’t over. Rokan, having swapped weapons, smashed the ground.
Earthrend!
The ferocious shockwave ravaged the surroundings, smashing Bakukan—who was trying to rise—back into the dirt.
“Got you, bastard.”
Not just once. The massive impact kept the ground quaking, the lingering waves hindering any attempt to stand during their duration.
Before the prone foe, Rokan materialized like the Grim Reaper.
“Mad Slaughter.”
Thud thud thud!
The tough, hardened skin from Demon Descent burst like wet paper. Before overwhelming attack power, nothing mattered.
必殺.
Rokan’s madness devoured even the black demon’s fiendish nature. It shredded his body to ribbons and trampled the corpse.
“Hoo!”
Exhaling a blast of hot energy, Rokan launched himself airborne. What a waste.
Time regression or not, having burned Storm Giant Manifestation, he needed to maximize the remaining duration.
“BOMBARDMENT! Chains of Annihilation!”
“Urk!”
Ten hand axes and a chain storm launched almost simultaneously.
Not toward Kyarus. Instead, toward empty space where he wasn’t, leaping and unleashing power wildly.
“This punk...”
The moment he realized it was evasion, Kyarus’s eyes shifted.
The grandfatherly gaze hardened as he gently plucked the empty bowstring, as if playing a harp.
“......!”
In that instant, Rokan drew breath. An indescribable fatal threat loomed.
He recalled his chain and hurriedly shielded his vitals with the battle axe.
BOOM!
“Guh. Crazy old fart...”
Shadowless Shot!
Kyarus’s secret technique—firing silent, formless mana arrows!
His trademark skill detonated.
“Now you’ll finally face me...? You reckless punk!”
Seeming satisfied at last, Kyarus taunted Rokan, but Rokan’s eyes weren’t on him. Instead, riding the Shadowless Shot’s momentum, he hurtled even farther away.
“If you wanna throw down with me, wait right there nice and quiet, old man!”
The real battle began.
Normally, after a duel, the loser retreats, no?
Yet Kyarus showed zero intent to back off, and with Rokan still baring his fangs at the enemy, the users sensed the situation turning bizarre.
They barely recalled their original goal.
“Argh, it’s do or die!”
“Fight! Snag even one master for drop gear—pure profit!”
They began rampaging, unleashing clumsy combo skills.
They knew they couldn’t match overall force, but united, they might claim a few masters.
Plus, witnessing Rokan butcher enemy masters at the vanguard sparked vague hopes of victory.
“You must think we’re a joke. Fine, have it your way. Shadowless Shot!”
Rat-a-tat-tat!
But Kyarus crushed that budding hope.
Wearing an enraged smirk, he plucked his bow in place.
Flicking his fingers like playing a beautiful melody, each note built momentum as cheering human users toppled like felled trees.
Not one per shot. Several pierced and fell together in a single blast.
The man closest to Grand Master.
He personally confirmed why that exalted title clung to him.
“Slippery as an eel!”
Yet astonishingly, no Shadowless Shot struck Rokan. Humans clogged every path he took, blocking sightlines and trajectories.
Curve shots? Rokan would parry. Straight Shadowless Shots? Too many obstacles—they’d weaken before reaching him, dealing negligible damage.
In truth, it was all Rokan’s ploy.
It looked like indiscriminate slaughter, but anticipating Kyarus’s barrage of Shadowless Shots, he cleverly maneuvered users behind him as shields.
‘Just a bit more!’
Meanwhile, Rokan felled even more foes.
Gripping his battle axe, he ripped out their souls, inching toward his goal. He tallied the count with each final breath.
Before Kyarus’s formless shots pierced his head or heart, one goal he had to achieve.
“Kuhahahaha!”
To that end, he spared no means.
Not only swinging his battle axe relentlessly but also liberally deploying mechanical engineering items to seize attention and craft openings.
‘Last one!’
Thud.
As the final count ticked up, a brutal impact hammered his side. Intense enough to steal his breath for a moment.
“Damn.”
Twisting his body in preparation for pincer attacks, Rokan’s gaze locked on Kyarus.
Eyes met; Kyarus smirked and raised his bow—still rooted in the exact spot from when Rokan had spoken.
“That psycho troll bastard.”
Meanwhile, the human users blocking between them lay nearly annihilated.
At least thousands of corpses carpeted the ground before him. All downed in that brief span.
“Guh.”
Thud.
Rokan eyed the nearest foe and lunged, but Kyarus’s Shadowless Shot was a beat faster.
Even Rokan barely evaded the horrific sixth-sense warning, forced to glare back.
“Impressive instincts, as expected.”
Kyarus admired sincerely. Yet his eyes deepened further—no mercy intended.
Now Rokan faced a choice.
Tank the damage and retry? Or oblige Kyarus with a one-on-one, dragging time as long as possible?
A quick glance at the unit management screen: they hadn’t gone far.
Even after enemies recovered bodies, he could catch up.
Just a little more time, and at least master-level elites could escape.
Gritting his teeth, Rokan whirled toward Kyarus.
Drawing up his near-expired power, he bellowed.
“Digdog!”
Crack.
“What the—!”
In that moment, the ground beneath Kyarus buckled. Digdog burst upward from his feet, throwing off his balance.
[‘Digdog’ has been forcibly reverse-summoned. Summon unavailable for 1 hour.]
Kyarus blasted the ground instantly but couldn’t follow up—that was enough.
Rokan’s swift battle axe had already severed one goblin master’s neck.
‘Done.’
[Soul Collector’s Ring][Epic]
A ring imbued with the soul collector’s power to wring miracles from souls.
-Soul Collection: 5,000 / 10,000
-Can collect souls from slain foes.
-Cannot collect souls 20 levels or lower than self.
-Can expend collected souls to invoke miracles.
-Miracle [Enhancement]: Expend 100 souls
-Miracle [Soul Clock Rewind]: Expend 1,000 souls
-Miracle [Soul Legion]: Expend 5,000 souls
-Miracle [Transcendent Awakening]: Expend 10,000 souls
“Soul Legion!”
He dumped every soul barely gathered from capturing outposts.
Galling to burn it again—when would he afford Transcendent Awakening?—but infinitely better than dying pointlessly.
1,000 master-level—or near—monsters.
Decent for stalling, right?
“You filth!”
Kyarus raged at the entities encircling Rokan once more.
Furious at yet another interruption to his duel, he unleashed a frenzy of Shadowless Shots.
Many soul bodies dispersed on impact, but a substantial number sprang into action.
“Old man’s got some juice.”
Rokan gave a wry grin at the rampaging Kyarus.
Blasting like that should drain mana fast, yet no sign of fatigue as skills flew—Rokan bit his lip.
As expected, only he could stop Kyarus.
“Kai, let’s go!”
Kiet.
Resolved, Rokan summoned Kai and soared, diving at Kyarus like a hawk on prey.
Before Storm Giant Manifestation expired, he’d end this fight.