Exorcist Crushing

I don’t even know how skilled the opponent is.

I might have lost right there and then.

But, isn’t the picture great?

All the users who came here are paying attention to me. Even the Exorcist guild members who are hostile to me.

Some of them will be filming a video. Maybe they’ve turned on a broadcast.

So, I step forward alone.

In the most arrogant way possible, maintaining the attitude that you guys are nothing.

“It starts when this coin hits the ground.”

SilverBullet said that, taking out a small coin from his pocket.

A silver 1-silver coin shining in silver.

Twing-!

The silver flipped up from SilverBullet’s hand and started spinning rapidly.

The moment everyone’s eyes turned to it, SilverBullet’s body slowly began to move.

He must be planning to spray bullets at me the moment the coin hits the ground.

I reacted to his movement as well. I was fully prepared, so my reaction wasn’t slow.

A sharp, knife-like sense reacts.

Ting-

The moment the coin hit the ground, SilverBullet’s gaze went to my head and chest.

Immediately after, a blue flash was fired.

Facing the long trail of the bullet directly, I swung my sword.

My leg stepped forward, and the trajectory of the sword rose quickly to match.

Taang-!

The moment the two gunshots overlapped into one, my sword was able to perfectly deflect his two bullets.

Clang-! Chaeng!

The impact transmitted from the sword blade is considerable. This means he also strengthened his weapon through considerable effort or whaling.

As evidence, a faint wind was swirling around the revolver in SilverBullet’s hand.

SilverBullet’s attack didn’t end there. As most archer users do, he pours out all his attacks when the distance is widened.

SilverBullet was no different.

Tang-! Taang-! Tang-!

Faster than the gunshots, a white pain that erodes my head draws the direction of the attack beyond my vision.

It’s like a precognitive sense. The sound fades away.

I swung my sword along the trajectory drawn in front of me.

Clang! Chaeng-!

I was used to fighting archer users, especially those who use pistols.

It was thanks to the duel practice I had with Hwarang.

It’s lighter than that time. His attack wasn’t as sharp as Hwarang’s, and it wasn’t as fast as Hwarang’s.

He didn’t scatter bullets in advance on my path to hinder my movement either.

One step, one step.

Strength is put into the legs that step forward. The speed of moving forward only gets faster as time passes.

I read all of SilverBullet’s attacks. He will never be able to lodge a bullet in me.

But-

For some reason, it felt ominous. There was no change in SilverBullet’s expression as he looked at me.

As if he had expected this situation.

Why? He’s being pushed back, so why is he making such a calm expression?

I frowned. If that bastard’s skill is worse than Hwarang’s, if it stops at a negligible level.

There was no reason to drag this fight out.

The leg that stretched forward bent slightly, and the upper body holding the sword came down.

A posture that stares straight ahead, as if aiming the sword downwards.

[Dash]

Immediately after, blue mana covered my body, and I was shot forward at a very fast speed.

Users who take ranged positions start moving to widen the distance when the distance to the enemy is narrowed.

But, SilverBullet didn’t move.

I capture all of his movements in the slowly flowing time.

A slightly stiff body, a strangely moving gaze, and immediately after, his gun points slightly upwards from above my head, pointing at the empty air.

He’s shooting at nothing?

I know that among the specific skills that archer users have, there is a skill to shoot a gun into the sky and pour out bullets like raindrops.

But that wasn’t the ready posture for that skill.

Thinking accelerates. Faster, even faster. To the point where the surrounding time stops.

Immediately after, I realized where SilverBullet was looking.

Right in front of me.

A flat plain with nothing.

He was looking at that place and waiting for something.

At that moment, a chilling sensation wrapped around my entire body.

In a short moment, fragmentary thoughts flashed through my head.

Trap, magic engineering mine, explodes the moment you step on it.

I can’t go forward.

Because I’m using the Dash skill, my body runs forward no matter what.

I could forcibly change direction by sticking my sword into the ground, but I couldn’t stop the force of moving forward itself.

Could it be that all the magic engineering mines are laid out in front of this?

If so.

I’ll go to the sky.

The moment the stopped time slowly began to flow, I stuck the sword I was holding into the ground.

A stabbing attack from top to bottom, immediately after letting go of the sword from my hand, I stretched out my leg and stepped on the handle of the sword and stood up.

The effect of the Dash skill didn’t end. My body soared into the sky using the handle of the sword as a stepping stone.

“M-Madman-!”

The emotion of embarrassment finally appears on SilverBullet’s face.

Immediately after, the place where I stuck my sword into the ground raised flames with a huge explosion.

Kwaaaang!

As expected. SilverBullet had installed magic engineering mines in this place and provoked me.

Tang-! Tang-! Taang-!

SilverBullet’s shooting continues towards the body floating in the air.

The bullets that graze my arms, legs, and cheeks quickly move away.

Is it because I’m facing the sun? SilverBullet’s accuracy was terrible.

He was aiming his gun at me with a terribly distorted face.

The revolver in his hand is shaking violently.

Immediately after, the blue mana covering my body disappears. The effect of the Dash skill disappeared.

The body floating in the air begins to fall downwards. But the speed was ridiculously slow.

[Awakening]

Kwang!

A black thunderbolt falling from the sky transforms my body.

My arms and legs are dyed black, and sharp nails begin to grow.

The horns that sprouted above my head also grow larger.

Finally, black demon wings spread wide behind my back.

Chwaaaak-!

Demon Lord can use the Flight skill when using the Awakening skill.

The skills that can be used are limited now that there are no equipped weapons.

Powerful dash skills and dealing skills cannot be used.

[Flight]

The demon wings spread behind my back flap greatly and begin to rush towards the ground.

Like a rapidly fired bullet, I pass through the blue flashes aiming at me and reach out my hand towards SilverBullet.

“Kuh, keueueueuk!”

SilverBullet was greatly embarrassed and was pulling his body back as if retreating.

His movement path was being bent in a very strange direction.

He must be moving to avoid the magic engineering mines he laid down.

But-

A black shadow rises from the hand stretched forward.

The greatly stretched shadow creates a giant demon’s hand.

[Touch of Death]

“This hand is…!”

The demon’s hand, stretched out long, grabs SilverBullet’s body.

He begins to be dragged towards me in the same posture as he was escaping.

What did he say to me?

That I need to have the skills to match that confidence?

Strength is put into the strongly clenched hand.

In the same posture as falling rapidly towards the bottom, I swing my fist towards SilverBullet flying towards me.

Kwang!

Intense sense of hitting.

A powerful punch is planted as if penetrating the center of his face.

“Keueok…!”

A groan that sounds like it’s being crushed flows out of SilverBullet’s mouth.

It doesn’t stop. Taking advantage of the momentum, I slam his head into the ground.

Kung-!

Righting my greatly staggering body, I swing my fist in the same posture as landing on the ground as if falling.

Kwang!

SilverBullet, who is an archer class with weak health and defense, can’t withstand my attacks for long.

I lifted SilverBullet’s head, which was drooping on the floor.

With precarious health and a stun mark floating above his head, SilverBullet couldn’t move.

All he could do was look at me with shaking eyes.

“Is this all you’ve prepared?”

“Euh, euheueue…!”

“Disappear.”

The last.

I swing my fist as if deciding that bastard’s end.

What an ugly bastard. Laying traps and waiting. Did he suggest a tournament format?

Peoeok-!

SilverBullet’s body flies helplessly from the fist swung accurately towards his face.

His body, falling and rolling on the floor, raises a cloud of dusty dirt.

Immediately after – a huge explosion occurred at the place where SilverBullet fell.

Kwaaaang!

SilverBullet disappeared as a gray corpse.

Is it because the person who installed the magic engineering mine died? Or is it because the duration ended?

Based on the place where I am standing, huge explosions occurred in a chain reaction in a certain radius.

Kwagagagagagang!

The dusty dirt rising in a cloud obscures the view.

At that moment, something flew whirring from the sky and fell down in front of me.

A cross guard that looks like it’s shaped like a demon’s horn.

The crimson sword blade that continues below it raises a gloomy aura.

The weapon has returned to its owner.

I reached out and drew the demon sword.

“Next.”

The demon sword was pointed towards the Exorcist Guild camp.

Since they suggested a tournament format, it was time for the next opponent to come out.

“Keueueue…!”

The next one to step forward was a familiar opponent.

Blue holy clothes, and short one-handed swords held in both hands.

In other words, it’s the dual sword warrior Andersen.

As expected of a guy who sticks to a crazy build that doesn’t even receive the weapon’s mastery effect, there was a strange madness in his eyes.

“Is the next one 15 seconds?”

The provocation was effective.

Andersen’s face turned bright red.

***

Seeker of Light-[MalteseRacoon-yang. It seems someone has recognized my identity.]

MalteseRacoon-[Huh? They recognized your identity?]

Seeker of Light-[That’s right. I clearly wrote the post with a floating nickname, but they commented in a tone as if they recognized me.]

MalteseRacoon-[Ah, by any chance, did you write similar posts with the same IP?]

Seeker of Light-[IP? Does that mean my IP is exposed when I write a post?]

MalteseRacoon-[It’s not completely exposed, but only the first few digits are.]

Seeker of Light-[Heo… This… is dangerous…]

MalteseRacoon-[It’s dangerous to be active with a floating IP from one IP. It’s better to create several IDs and be moderately active.]

Seeker of Light-[Create several IDs…?]

MalteseRacoon-[Yes, that’s better. The tendency and tone of the posts written for each ID you create should also be different. The times you’re active shouldn’t overlap either.]

Seeker of Light-[Hoo… It seems I was really lucky to meet you.]

MalteseRacoon-[I’m thinking the same thing.]