Infinity, The Arcade Age

As a knight personally appointed by the Evil Duke, Scorn's power was absolutely terrifying. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the leader of this region. He was extremely confident in his abilities, so even though Qin Ming's strange weapon startled him, he didn't hesitate to challenge Qin Ming to a fight.

He had already set his sights on Qin Ming's odd-looking "staff," planning to take it and present it to the Duke after killing him. Knowing how much the Duke loved researching dark magic, Scorn was certain the Duke would be pleased with it.

Spinning his two-meter-long glaive, Scorn advanced on Qin Ming with an imposing aura.

Seeing this, Qin Ming gripped his revolver tightly, his gaze becoming increasingly sharp. To be honest, this first boss's strength was really intimidating. Never mind everything else, just looking at Scorn's absurd stats was enough to make Qin Ming's skin crawl.

Name: Scorn (Round Table Knights, Act 1 BOSS)

Strength: 35

Constitution: 25

Agility: 40

Mental: 10

Skills: Piercing Spear Throw (C-Level), Sliding Slash (C-Level), Hundred-Step Javelin (C-Level)

Description: Scorn is an outstanding knight, personally appointed by the terrifying Duke. He is ruthless, cruel, and extremely violent.

Those stats are even higher than the protagonist from the Cadillacs and Dinosaurs world. Plus, he has three C-level skills… how am I supposed to beat this guy in a one-on-one fight? Qin Ming thought, feeling a wave of dread.

Qin Ming didn't have any skills at the moment, and even if he did, he knew there was no way he could take down such a monster. There was no way I'm planning to have a fair duel with him…

"YAHOOO!" Scorn's piercing voice rang out as he let out a sharp battle cry, charging toward Qin Ming with his glaive aimed straight at his heart. Clearly using one of his skills, his speed was terrifyingly fast.

Qin Ming, however, wasn't one to back down. As he retreated, he raised his revolver and fired all six rounds in quick succession.

Scorn managed to deflect two of the bullets with his glaive, and another ricocheted off his heavy shoulder armor. The remaining three hit him, but they didn't slow his advance at all.

Unstoppable! C-level skill: Sliding Slash, activated!

As soon as Scorn closed the distance, he swung his glaive in a deadly arc, the blade slicing through the air toward Qin Ming.

But because Qin Ming had been retreating all along, the glaive missed by a hair's breadth, narrowly avoiding a direct hit. Before Scorn could press his advantage, a loud roar erupted from the side.

Startled, Scorn looked up just in time to see a massive figure barreling toward him with astonishing speed, shoulder-first.

Elite Monster Fat Man! D-level skill: Body Slam!

Despite the so-called duel turning into a sneak attack, Scorn wasn't angry at all. In fact, he burst into maniacal laughter. His glaive flashed like lightning as he thrust it forward, aiming straight at the charging Fat Man.

Skill! Piercing Spear Throw!

Skill collided with skill, a head-on clash of strength. But despite both using skills, the difference in level was stark. The moment the two collided, the victor was decided.

With a pained scream, Fat Man's entire body was impaled by the glaive. The force of the blow lifted his massive form high into the air, over three meters, before he was violently flung backward.

With just one thrust, the elite monster Fat Man was grievously wounded, nearly killed by Scorn.

Blood splattered across Scorn's armor as he laughed wildly, watching Fat Man's body fly over his head and crash heavily to the ground.

Before his laughter could die down, the militia captain leaped into action. Sword raised high, he launched himself at Scorn.

With a ferocious snarl, the militia captain swung his sword down, forcing Scorn to hurriedly block with his glaive. A loud clang rang out as their weapons collided, sending sparks flying.

Grimacing, Scorn gritted his teeth and glared at the militia captain, who was using both hands to press down on his sword with all his strength. Scorn bared his teeth in a wicked grin.

"What's this? Ganging up on me? Even a group of weaklings like you can't stop me!"

With a roar, Scorn forced the militia captain's weapon aside and lashed out with a powerful kick, sending the captain flying backward.

Encased in full armor like a walking tank, Scorn faced down three opponents at once without faltering, his killing intent only growing stronger. His soldiers, meanwhile, stood back, shouting encouragement and cheering for their leader, fully confident in his unmatched strength.

After kicking the militia captain away, Scorn noticed a small thug charging at him with a short sword. Sneering in disdain, Scorn threw a punch straight into the thug's face.

The force of the blow lifted the thug off the ground, slamming him into the dirt with a sickening thud. His face was a ruined mess.

Scorn snorted in contempt after killing the boxer-like thug with a single punch. "Someone as useless as you dares challenge me?"

Just as Scorn finished speaking, a shadow suddenly appeared behind him. It was none other than Fat Man, who had been thrown aside earlier, now charging at full speed, leaving a trail of blood behind him. With a final burst of energy, Fat Man leaped high into the air, aiming to crush Scorn beneath him with a devastating body slam.

His skill was none other than High-Altitude Drop!

Hearing the commotion, Scorn instinctively thrust his glaive upward without even looking.

The blade pierced clean through Fat Man with a sickening squelch. The once-powerful elite monster was now skewered on Scorn's weapon like a roasting frog over a campfire.

Scorn's laughter grew even louder as he watched the grotesque spectacle.

But before he could toss Fat Man's body aside, a roar of fury erupted behind him. The militia captain had returned, charging forward with his sword aimed straight at Scorn's back.

The silver sword, a rare and powerful weapon, pierced through Scorn's armor with ease, skewering him clean through.

The captain, seizing the moment, immediately released his sword and wrapped his arms around Scorn's waist, refusing to let go.

Scorn screamed in pain, elbowing the captain in the face. His gauntleted arm struck the captain's head, sending blood spraying from his face. But even with his face a bloody mess, the captain refused to loosen his grip.

Trapped by the captain's iron hold, Scorn was unable to swing his glaive. Snarling, he dropped the weapon and began pummeling the captain's face with his fists, each blow drawing more blood and smashing the captain's features beyond recognition.

Though battered and on the verge of collapse, the captain suddenly let out a furious roar. His arms bulged as he spun Scorn around, forcing him to face the other direction.

Before Scorn could comprehend what was happening, he found himself staring down the barrel of a cold, black revolver aimed directly at his left eye.

Bang!