Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Live Broadcast (2)
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“Guhk!”
“W-what?!”
The first bombardment struck the chest of the opponent pressing the most hard-pressed Half-Elf.
The axe blade plunged precisely over the Half-Elf’s shoulder, which had looked ready to lose its sword at any moment.
A massive explosion shoved both of them back simultaneously.
‘Revealing the combo skill? Fine, copy it if you can.’
It was a power so immense that no one would think of anything but a combo skill—nay, even calling it a combo skill was hard to believe.
Even though it was broadcast live, Rokan didn’t care. It wasn’t a skill anyone could analyze just by knowing it existed, and even if he revealed the formula, no one could replicate its might.
That was why he could charge deeper into the battlefield without a hint of concern.
‘Might as well avoid giving a bad impression.’
Rokan didn’t need anyone’s help.
But by taking out the foes overwhelming his allies, he could plant the idea that he’d ‘helped,’ making things less annoying later.
They wouldn’t whine about steals after he’d cleared the field.
Scanning the battlefield quickly for that reason, Rokan started aiding the most struggling group first.
“Dash, Strike!”
Crack!
That single blow shattered an Orc Knight’s head like a dried apple.
They had noticed the newcomer Rokan, but hadn’t expected him to join so swiftly, leaving their response too slow.
‘Then you die.’
Simple as that.
Rokan moved indifferently toward the next foe, who was locked in a one-on-one and couldn’t defend against Rokan’s attack, tripped up by his opponent.
One-shot, one-kill!
His critical hit set shone.
But with notifications off before starting the stream, no critical indicators or honor point notices appeared.
Only Rokan knew the truth.
The oblivious chat exploded.
Aiming: One-shot one-kill, is this for real?
Coren: Dude, wasn’t that guy a tank?
└Hinox: Not a tank, but melee class. Looks level 120 or so, but that damage?
Ruhide: What level is this insane streamer anyway?
└Tannoy: At least 140. No way otherwise.
└Kardum: Gear? Hard to see in first-person, but it looks similar to mine ;;
└Rahmanikov: Lol no. As if. What’s your level? ㅋㅋ
Wingo: Rokan’s a Berserker class, right? Anyone got info? Was it always this broken?
└GhostDragon: Friend got hooked on Rokan’s play and leveled a new Berserker. No contest. Damage is a bit higher than other classes, but skills are trash-tier. Control’s one thing, but this feels like insane gear—Unique weapon maybe?
With base crit at 0%, no one suspected critical damage.
Even without that, each hit was lethal, but as a mere ‘human,’ they chalked it up to gear, not raw stats.
One thing was clear: overwhelming combat prowess!
“I’ll kill that bastard!”
“What’re you doing? Crush him!”
Perhaps bolstered by their numbers, the enemies didn’t crumble like the first group.
The Half-Elves gaining momentum from Rokan’s exploits were a concern, but they focused their attacks on Rokan alone with grim determination.
“Doom Strike!”
“Weapon Break!”
“Hundred Strikes!”
Combo skills poured toward Rokan all at once.
Grand names, but barely mid-tier at best.
‘Idiots.’
Combo skill power draws from the name. Same formula, different names yield different traits and might.
But slapdash names like theirs weakened it.
“Wheel Wind!”
Whoooosh!
And that gap showed now.
“Gah…!”
“Crazy…!”
Pulverized.
That summed up the aftermath.
Like a blender, the combo shredded their bodies and skills alike.
“What the hell was that?”
“Is that even possible?”
“A top, no, more like…”
The sheer power froze even those thinking of fleeing. The absurdity left no room for other thoughts.
Rokan seized the opening.
“Leap Attack!”
No stopping the combo. Mid-spin from Wheel Wind, he leaped toward the densest cluster of foes.
“Argh!”
He began grinding new enemies.
‘Still manageable.’
If they dodged and spammed ranged attacks, he might’ve canceled. Wheel Wind was pure offense, slowed by mobility penalty.
But overwhelmed by the impossible force, they forgot efficient combat.
“BOMBARDMENT!”
Before they realized, Rokan switched tactics. Cool-down over, he detonated Bombardment to blast them, then carved through armor with lethal strikes.
None resisted, engulfed in the terror only victims knew.
JohnDoe: What’s with these guys, just taking hits?
PartTime: Insane DPS, but enemies are braindead. Just standing there lol ㅋㅋ
Poakan: Cannon fodder relying on numbers. I could do that.
InfernoJoseon: Crossroads players are hopeless too. Getting farmed by trash lol ㅋㅋ
Yet the screen dulled the fear.
Rokan’s strength got props, but so did comments like ‘I could do that’ or ‘Crossroads players suck.’
The Lord’s direct control made it hard to feel without experiencing combat firsthand.
‘Another 15 banked.’
While chat mocked and cheered, Rokan checked honor points.
Some points went to others slurping up scraps, but his top contributions kept them stacking—no mere 1-pointers.
‘Where’s a real war?’
Still hungry, though.
10+ per fight satisfied, but gaps between irked him.
Tips flooded in steadily, mostly skirmishes.
‘Switch cameras.’
So he chose another way. He’d started the stream expecting this.
He flipped to third-person, framing his face like an interview.
“This is more boring than I thought. Ash Town folks, is this all you got? Hmm, let’s do this. Ten of you, twenty—doesn’t matter. Whoever takes me down gets this.”
Rokan pulled out a long sword—melee players’ favorite.
Item info popped up with a tweak, and chat detonated.
Azelkaz: Lmao he put a bounty on himself ㅋㅋ
Azhun: Everyone freeze. Bro claims it.
JungleMonkey: Whoa, insane. Look at that attack power. Top-tier gear rn.
└LeslieChing: Unique weapons at Crossroads Visitor Shop. Not top-tier, but high-end for sure. Carrying that as sub means main weapon’s god-tier ㄷㄷ.
└JoJoDa: Falling for it again? lol Like he’d really give it.
RockMetal: What’s he thinking? Area taunt live.
Canister: Bro, sell to me;; All my gold.
Worth snagging that crafted shop sword.
Decent options, Rare grade, Dwarven—attack and durability topped charts, ‘top-tier’ now.
Eyes bulged at the sight.
‘This bait should do it.’
Would he really drop it if beaten? Unknown, but worth hoping.
Might even draw friendly fire, but Rokan shrugged. Smash any who tried.
Words done, he turned and dashed to another battlefield.
Summoned his black steed, riding north, north.
Crushing all visible attackers in his path.
‘About time.’
In outnumbered fights, thinning foes fast mattered, but Rokan paced himself. As numbers dropped, he grew leisurely, baiting reinforcements.
Viewers would spread word mouth-to-mouth, so Ash Town—Black Dragon Legion’s city facing Crossroads—would hear.
Indeed, Ash Town was chaos. Some logged in on a whim from the stream, others returned from hunts, guilds mobilized.
Some guilds posted on local boards to reserve dibs.
Touch first, face wrath.
Madmen wouldn’t care.
Why fear when that long sword meant swift rises?
“They’re here.”
Rokan sensed the madness converging.
Some Golden Lion players trailed for a peek and scraps, but far more enemies swarmed black from afar.
Not twenty—fifty at least.
“Time to sweep up.”
Facing them, Rokan grinned in satisfaction.
‘Yeah, now it’s a fight.’
Waiting static invited stealth ambushes or ranged barrages, so he struck first.
“Set 2.”
Not critical set.
Chaotic melees favored stable gear over blind crits.
High-level crit gear later maybe, but defense ruled now.
Attack? Covered easy. Title crit procs stayed.
“BOMBARDMENT!”
Boom!
Gear-boosted strength erupted from his fingertips.
Nailed the edge of the onrushing pack, herding to center.
“Charge.”
He plunged in too.
Aimed for heart.
Missed Destruction Charge, but fine substitute.
“Hyah!”
Clangclangclang!
No cancel meant tanking hits, but twisting the battle axe parried them.
“Ah, damn!”
“Grab that bastard!”
Hidden lurkers meant to be chicken-chasing dogs. They’d planned rear strikes post-distraction, but Rokan bolted ahead.
“What luck!”
They scrambled after, but Rokan wasn’t alone. Sightseers unveiled and hammered the ambushers; Rokan leaped into the fray unhindered.
“Raaargh!”
Kicked off with the mad roar.
Force-laced voice shredded nerves. Dozens froze, control lost.
“Wheel Wind!”
‘Nothing beats this for mulching mobs!’
Spinning up, he sucked in surroundings like a tornado.
Over-spec attack carved them lightly, donating honor points.
“Pull back!”
But foes adapted. Orders barked; they scattered disciplined.
“Focus fire!”
Ranged barrage followed.
Few true ranged with third-job quests tough, but arrows and spells rained unignorable.
“Dash.”
No need to flee far. Dash dodged swift; he counterattacked.
“BOMBARDMENT!”
Toward the spell origin.
Magic users there, right? Punished their exposure with blasts, closed with Leap Attack.
“Damn it! Clear out!”
Chaos renewed; fed-up commander yanked breaking allies back, facing Rokan boldly.
“Rokan! Fight me one-on-one!”
Did they grasp his intent? Moths halted.
Duel.
From many-on-one to one-on-one.
Rage tinged his confident face. Despite ten-plus shredded allies, he believed victory.
“I’m Tide, Ash Town Ranker. Remember it. The name that’ll make you tremble.”
Ranker.
No official rankings yet, but user-rated power lists crowned him top—faith in that.
‘Look at this guy.’
Catching the cockiness, Rokan halted his cleaving axe, turning.
Battle axe slung over one shoulder, he raised his left hand, beckoning with a finger crook.