Chapter 191: The Reason for Coming to the New Continent

Episode 191

‘His wounds are completely gone?’

Henrique couldn’t believe his eyes. Just a few seconds ago, Alopsky had been covered in blood.

Now, only bloodstains remained on his clothes. Apart from the fresh wound on his left arm, there wasn’t a single scratch on him.

‘What kind of healing ability is that…? Does he have a self-healing skill? Or is his natural regeneration ability that absurd?’

Either way, it was a troublesome situation for Henrique.

All his attacks, which he had unleashed with all his might, had become meaningless in an instant.

‘I’ll have to kill him with one decisive blow.’

He assessed the situation and focused on Alopsky’s neck and heart.

He had seen Alopsky instantly heal minor wounds, so he knew he had to inflict a fatal blow to take him down.

‘There’s nothing to worry about. He’ll never be able to match my speed.’

He made up his mind and charged at Alopsky again.

“……!”

Alopsky’s eyes widened once more.

Before he could even blink, Henrique’s sword was almost touching his neck.

It was literally the speed of light.

‘Unless you’re faster than light, you’ll never be able to dodge my attacks.’

Flash.

Henrique’s unique ability, which allowed him to move at lightning speed.

This ability alone had made him one of the top hunters in South America and earned him the position of Team 1 leader of the FCC, a Major Clan in the New Continent, before he even turned 30.

He was practically the Yoo Jun-ho of Brazil.

The fastest man on Earth!

All enemies who had faced Henrique had been defeated by his overwhelming speed.

Those with strong defenses were simply overwhelmed by his relentless attacks, and even those with ‘Reflection’ abilities, his only natural counter, couldn’t keep up with his speed and were eventually struck down.

Alopsky was no exception.

Despite possessing numerous abilities, he hadn’t even noticed Henrique moving until his sword was almost touching his neck.

It was too late to use Shadow Clone or Teleport to escape.

‘He won’t survive if I sever his neck!’

Henrique thought to himself as his sword struck Alopsky’s neck.

And then,

**Clang!**

‘?!’

His eyes widened as his sword bounced back, as if it had hit a solid wall.

‘What just…? Huh?!’

He didn’t even have time to comprehend the situation.

He froze in surprise, and something suddenly enveloped his entire body.

It was a spiderweb made of Mana.

He felt a surge of fear as he realized he was completely bound.

‘This is dangerous!’

He quickly swung his sword, severing the spiderweb connecting him to Alopsky, and jumped back.

But he was a step too late.

**Slash!**

“Ugh…!”

Alopsky’s sword was faster.

Henrique, with a deep wound on his torso, landed and immediately took out a potion from his waist, shouting,

“Stop him!”

His subordinates, who had been watching, charged at Alopsky.

Alopsky’s attempt to follow up his attack on Henrique was thwarted.

“Tsk!”

He clicked his tongue and started fighting the subordinates.

Henrique severed the remaining spiderwebs binding him, watching Alopsky.

He gulped down the potion and replayed the scene in his mind.

‘It felt like my sword hit some kind of bulletproof shield…’

‘Bulletproof Shield’, the ability used by Chano, the deceased Team 10 member.

The sensation he had felt when his sword bounced back was very similar to what he had seen on the broadcast.

‘Why does he have a bulletproof ability?’

He hadn’t attacked Chano first for no reason.

Chano’s Bulletproof Shield was the ability that posed the biggest threat to him.

But he hadn’t expected Alopsky to have a similar ability.

‘This changes things.’

His expression turned grim.

If Alopsky really had a bulletproof ability, he was practically Henrique’s natural enemy.

Despite being considered the best prospect in Brazil, he had one fatal weakness.

Strength.

He excelled in agility, combat skills, leadership, intelligence, and every other aspect, but he lacked raw power.

In short, he didn’t have the strength to break through Alopsky’s Bulletproof Shield.

‘…I have no choice but to attack him with my subordinates.’

Fortunately, he wasn’t fighting alone.

He could make up for his lack of power by launching a coordinated attack with his subordinates.

‘I’ll use one of my subordinates with a powerful unique ability…’

He was quickly scanning his subordinates, looking for someone suitable, when

‘……!’

A chill ran down his spine.

Every cell in his body screamed at him to move, if he wanted to live.

He instinctively jumped to the side.

Someone’s sword swung past the spot where he had been standing, narrowly missing him.

He turned his head mid-air to see who had attacked him, and

‘…Huh?!’

He was shocked.

‘Why is Alopsky here…?!’

He saw Alopsky, sword in hand, and reflexively looked towards his subordinates.

He wanted to confirm if it was really Alopsky.

But he couldn’t see them.

An opaque purple barrier had appeared between him and his subordinates.

He looked around.

‘Is this… a subspace magic circle?’

He immediately recognized the situation and channeled Mana into his armor.

He activated the ‘Magic Circle Nullification’ function.

But…

‘What? Why isn’t it disappearing?’

The subspace magic circle, which should have disappeared instantly, remained intact, despite the nullification function being activated.

He panicked, and

“It won’t disappear with normal methods.”

Alopsky’s voice reached his ears.

“This is my own magic circle, created using the ‘Void’ power. Ever heard of it?”

“……?!”

“You probably haven’t. So you wouldn’t know how to break it.”

Alopsky walked towards him leisurely, continuing,

“Now, try running away with your lightning speed again.”

Dozens, no, hundreds of purple orbs suddenly appeared throughout the subspace.

Void Bullets.

Henrique’s eyes widened in horror as he saw the bullets multiplying rapidly.

* * *

“…Ugh…”

Juan groaned softly, kneeling on the ground.

His face and body were covered in blood, and he was slumped over weakly. Dumont stood before him, completely unharmed.

“I told you, I’m your natural enemy. Don’t you feel it now, after facing me directly?”

“…Cough, cough!”

“Of course, even without the elemental advantage, I would have won easily. The difference in our basic skills is too great.”

“Cough… You bastard…!”

Juan glared at Dumont, coughing up blood.

Dumont chuckled at his defiant gaze.

“I have to commend your spirit. No wonder the sales manager insisted on bringing you in.”

He squatted down and met Juan’s eyes.

“I’ll give you one last chance. Will you die here meaninglessly by my hand, or will you join the FCC Clan?”

“…What?”

Juan asked, as if he had misheard.

But he hadn’t, and Dumont wasn’t joking.

“We prioritize strength in the FCC Clan. If you’re strong enough, your past doesn’t matter. Even if you’re a promising prospect from a rival clan.”

“……!”

“Actually, it’s the same for all Major Clans. Look at the Alpha Clan. How many pure-blooded Americans are there? I heard it’s less than 5%.”

He wasn’t wrong.

The Alpha Clan had become the strongest and most prestigious clan on Earth because they had recruited talented individuals from all over the world, regardless of their bloodline, origin, or past.

“And it’s easier to take over the Triunfo Clan if we keep poaching talents like you. You understand what I mean?”

“……”

“And you don’t want to die a meaningless death after coming all the way to the New Continent, do you? Why did you come here? To become the strongest on Earth, right?”

“……”

“If you wanted an easy life, you would have stayed in Brazil and raided ordinary dungeons. Right?”

Juan couldn’t refute his words.

“Choose. If you want to follow me, bow your head and pledge your loyalty right now.”

“……!”

“That’s the least you can do to earn my trust.”

Dumont continued, smirking.

“Be realistic. There’s no way you can survive here without following me. Look.”

He gestured to the side with his chin.

“Look at what happened to your comrades who could have helped you.”

Juan turned his head.

He saw Luca and Gian, both more severely injured than him, writhing on the ground.

Dumont looked at them, barely alive, and said,

“No matter how promising you are, you’re still just prospects. You’re nothing but toddlers compared to the elite hunters of the FCC Clan.”

“Ugh…”

“Alopsky seems to be putting up a decent fight, but even he won’t stand a chance against Henrique…”

He turned his head towards Alopsky, who was fighting in the corner.

His smile vanished instantly.

“…What?”

He couldn’t comprehend the scene before him.

The only person standing there was Alopsky.

And at his feet, lay a mangled figure…

‘Henrique…!’

His face paled as he saw Henrique’s lifeless body.

One of the top three strongest hunters in the FCC Clan.

Henrique was dead.

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