NOVEL NEXT Chapter 780: Soloist [Part 2]
Villain Ch 780. Soloist [Part 2]
With the same fluidity and precision that characterized his earlier movements, Allen agilely ascended the monster’s towering form, his movements swift and purposeful as he sought to deliver the decisive blow. As he reached the creature’s neck, he wasted no time in plunging his blades deep into its flesh, his muscles tensing with the exertion of the final strike.
[Critical hits!]
[You have stabbed a werewolf by 9322 HP!] X2
With a deft twist of his wrists, Allen severed the werewolf’s head from its body in one swift motion, his movements executed with precision.
[Critical hit!]
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[You have slashed a werewolf by 10943 HP!]
[You received Wolf’s Mouth 1 ea and 334 Coins.]
The monstrous creature fell lifeless to the ground. Allen retrieved his throwing knives with practiced ease, his movements economical and efficient. Each motion, each action, was executed with a calculated efficiency that spoke to Allen’s mastery of his craft. There was no wasted movement, no unnecessary flourish, as he navigated the chaos of battle with a calm and focused demeanor.
Quickly, Allen put his attack stance and prepared to face the next wave of adversaries.
’He is crazily fast,’ thought Greatest Healer, his mind reeling from the speed and precision of Allen’s movements. It was the second time he had witnessed Allen dispatching a werewolf with seemingly effortless ease, and each time, he found himself more astounded than before.
The sight of Allen effortlessly taking down such a high-level monster left Greatest Healer in awe. It was as if the creature posed no challenge at all to Allen’s skills. But what truly left him baffled was the sheer speed at which Allen moved, his actions a blur of motion that left even the keen-eyed healer struggling to keep up.
A notification suddenly appeared in their group chat, announcing Allen’s success in killing another monster. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect, coming just two seconds after they had engaged in combat with their own adversary.
For the rest of the group, the news was both impressive and humbling. It served as a reminder of the gap in skill between Allen and the rest of them, highlighting just how far ahead he was in terms of speed, agility, and combat prowess.
"Concentrate," Arcana’s voice cut through the tension, his words a reminder to the group to stay focused on the task at hand. But beneath his calm exterior, a whirlwind of thoughts churned in Arcana’s mind. He couldn’t shake off the unsettling feeling that had settled in his chest.
Having faced off against countless assassins in the past, Arcana considered himself well-acquainted with the strengths and tactics of the class. Azura, their own skilled assassin, had always impressed him with her prowess in battle. Yet, when it came to Allen, there was something different, something that set him apart from the rest.
In the depths of his mind, Arcana couldn’t help but acknowledge the undeniable truth: Allen was unlike any assassin he had encountered before. There was a raw power and finesse in Allen’s movements that surpassed anything Arcana had witnessed in his years of gaming experience.
It was a realization that left Arcana feeling both intrigued and unsettled. Despite his competitive nature and years of honing his skills, he couldn’t shake off the feeling that in a one-on-one duel, he would be outmatched by Allen. The mere thought of it stirred a mix of emotions within him, ranging from frustration to admiration.
And yet, amidst his internal turmoil, Arcana harbored no ill will towards Allen. If anything, he found himself grappling with a sense of curiosity and respect.
Azura, perched high in the tree, eyed the trapped monster below with a calculated focus. Taking a cue from Allen’s earlier tactics, she leaped from her vantage point, aiming to strike at the beast’s vulnerable neck.
However, the werewolf, sensing her approach, anticipated her movements with uncanny precision. Its claws swiped through the air. Despite her agility and skill, Azura found herself momentarily thwarted by the creature’s relentless defense.
Just as it seemed that the monster’s claws would find their mark, Father^Alex sprang into action. With swift reflexes, he used his skill. "Barrier!"
A transparent shield intercepted the creature’s vicious onslaught. The barrier absorbed the brunt of the attack, shielding Azura.
- Bang! Bang! Bang!
The barrier absorbed the force of the monster’s attack, emitting loud bangs as it clashed with the creature’s ferocious strikes.
The impact sent Azura’s body careening to the side, her movements momentarily disrupted by the force of the collision. Despite the unexpected jolt, she managed to land gracefully on both feet, her agility allowing her to recover quickly from the impact.
However, despite her outward composure, Azura couldn’t conceal the frustration brewing within her.
Azura retreated, frustration gnawed at her, evident in the clenched jaw and narrowed eyes that remained fixed on the elusive werewolf before her. "I can’t reach him. He’s too fast," she muttered through gritted teeth, her annoyance palpable in the tense undertone of her voice.
Meanwhile, the chaotic symphony of loud banging sounds continued to reverberate through the air as the werewolf redirected its aggression towards Arcana. With swift reflexes, Arcana deflected the incoming onslaught with his sturdy shield, his stance unwavering despite the relentless assault.
Yet, amidst the tumult of battle, Azura couldn’t shake the feeling of frustration that simmered beneath the surface. Each time she attempted to strike, the werewolf’s uncanny agility and keen reflexes allowed it to effortlessly counter her attacks, leaving her grasping at air.
What perplexed her even more was the creature’s ability to divide its attention seamlessly, shifting its focus from one adversary to another with alarming ease. Despite being confined within the narrow gap between the barriers, the werewolf’s limbs moved with unsettling freedom, thwarting any attempts to land a decisive blow.
Azura couldn’t understand Allen’s seemingly effortless prowess in dispatching such formidable adversaries. The disparity between their abilities and Allen’s seemingly invincible skill left Azura grappling with a sense of inadequacy and frustration. How did he make it look so easy when they were struggling to even land a single blow?