"Pfft!"
The sound of a sharp blade piercing through a body rang out, and blood spurted out.
The warrior who was planning a sneak attack looked at the long sword that had appeared on his chest without him noticing, and his eyes gradually dimmed.
"The second one."
Viktor's counting seemed to toll a death knell for everyone.
Perhaps out of fear, or perhaps out of arrogant confidence, the soldiers finally went berserk.
Blood energy swirled around these people, and they charged towards Viktor as if they had gone mad.
But to Viktor, these movements appeared to be slowed down dozens of times.
As if by habit, he simply shifted back slightly and easily dodged the sharp blade coming from the opposite direction.
Then he raised his hand.
The longsword thrust out, aimed directly at the heart of the kingdom's warrior before him.
clang--
However, this time, the sharp blade was blocked by the opponent's strong armor on his chest.
The warrior breathed a sigh of relief and quickly raised his longsword, preparing to attack again.
Suddenly, he froze on the spot.
He stared wide-eyed, sensing his life slipping away rapidly.
A surge of hot blood erupted from his chest, and the longsword in his hand clattered to the ground.
"Unfortunately, I made a mistake."
"But you failed to capitalize on my mistake."
Victor's chilling voice rang out as he drew his longsword, letting the dead warrior fall to the ground with a thud.
Qiu Er's eyes widened; this time, he saw it clearly.
The moment the warrior raised his longsword.
Victor's silver sword somehow slipped into the gap between the armor plates.
The slightly curved silver sword pierced the warrior's heart.
Every move is fatal!
The remaining men began to panic, and they all swung their weapons at Viktor, but to Viktor, their movements were still incredibly slow.
As if he had found his rhythm, his movements became incredibly fluid. He slightly bent down to dodge several swords that swept through the air, and then dodged a slash from the other side with a sideways movement.
In the lull between the warriors' attacks, the longsword pierced the weak points of those warriors.
Without exception, they all hit the target precisely.
Blood completely stained Victor's silver sword red.
The last warrior gripped his longsword tightly, took a deep breath, and thrust it at Victor.
Viktor skillfully dodged the longsword, then thrust the blade forward.
One sword, and he's dead!
Precise, yet elegant.
Leon stood outside the barrier and watched Victor's entire performance.
She stood there, stunned.
Viktor's swordsmanship, compared to that of swordsmen who have trained for many years, can hardly be called superb.
However, after witnessing this one-sided massacre, Leon could only offer one assessment of Victor.
Clean! Neat!
Only this evaluation is worthy of Viktor now.
Like a battle-hardened warrior, he seemed capable of dodging attacks with his eyes closed, precisely finding the enemy's weaknesses during the gaps in their attacks.
To deliver a fatal blow.
He was dressed in a black trench coat and held a long sword stained with blood.
The ground beneath my feet was littered with bloodied corpses.
Under the moonlight, she moved gracefully like a dancer in an elegy.
"How...is this possible?"
Leon murmured, a chill running down her spine.
Even though he's just a mage, he's so good at close combat.
genius?
No.
He's a monster.
"Monster...you're not a mage! You're not Victor! You're definitely not Victor!"
Qiu Er watched in shock as blood flowed to his feet and his men fell one by one as if being chopped into pieces. His mind went blank, and only one thought remained.
The person before me is a monster!
Viktor flicked the blood off his sword, and in the moonlight, the blade gleamed brilliantly.
Aside from the blood that splattered on his face at the beginning, the rest of the people weren't even worthy of getting their blood on him.
"I like a traditional boss like you."
Viktor suddenly offered an explanation, his tone filled with indifferent sarcasm.
"Let your men die first. Once they've been almost wiped out, then you can jump out and fight the final battle."
"It's cliché, but I like it."
Victor snapped his fingers, and endless flames spread, burning all the dead corpses on the ground to ashes, which gradually dissipated with a gentle breeze.
Chur finally panicked. Viktor could use magic! He could actually use magic!
Damn it! Why?!
"From beginning to end, the advantages you perceive are exactly what I want you to perceive."
Viktor gripped his silver sword and slowly walked toward Chur.
Seeing the monster approaching him, Chur's forehead was covered in sweat, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
The longsword in his hand fell heavily into the mud; Qiu'er no longer had the strength to pick it up.
"Your arrogance and your inflated ego are leading you step by step into the abyss of despair."
"But don't worry, I won't let you die until I get some useful information from you."
Viktor raised his longsword, the tip pointing at Chur, and gestured to him with his head.
"Pick up your weapon."
"Let's continue."
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