"Is this suicide… or is this a fight?!"
What kind of adventurer…
When facing an overwhelmingly powerful monster they cannot defeat, instead of seeking help from other adventurers, would raise a short sword and stab themselves in both sides?!
Finn couldn't understand it.
Nor could the mbers of the Loki Familia present—they only found the scene utterly incomprehensible.
"It should be…"
"A skill that adventurer possesses. At the very least, from that earlier fight with the dragon, it's clear this guy is definitely not a rookie adventurer."
The one who reached that conclusion…
Was the Nine Hell—Riveria.
By exchanging injury for damage, he was managing to inflict slight harm on that massive monster that should have been impossible to shake.
But would this really have any effect?
She remained doubtful. Still, noticing Lefiya's worried expression, the ice-cold elf ultimately did not want to see her disciple suffer inwardly.
"The Dungeon is showing abnormal conditions…"
"No matter what caused it, we have a duty to resolve it and prevent it from threatening the lives of other passing adventurers."
At that mont—
When the ancient dragon, which had been toying with its prey, was thoroughly enraged by Ron—who was like a re "mosquito" biting at it—the Floor Boss no longer held back.
Lightning and fla condensed along its claw into a blade.
Even from a distance—Riveria, as a mage, could feel the imnse power contained within it, and her eyes gradually widened.
Magic?
No…
There was no trace of magical energy flowing through the air of the arena. It should be a thod unique to the ancient dragon Lansseax.
Even as a Level 6 adventurer,
She could still feel a powerful threat from the attack the Floor Boss was gathering. Just as she was about to use magic to intervene in the battlefield ahead—to buy ti for retreat—Ron's actions…
Exceeded the expectations of every adventurer present. He did not choose to evade. Instead, with astonishing agility, he stepped onto the massive body of the ancient dragon—
Weaving through it with nimble movents.
Even his target—was the lightning-fla blade the Floor Boss was charging. Not only did he not avoid it, he rushed toward it like a moth drawn to fire in the dead of night.
"This guy!!"
Seeing Ron's reckless move,
Even the werewolf Bete couldn't help but click his tongue. His usually cold gaze tightened sharply, his pupils contracting at the sight of that adventurer's actions.
He was just about to move—
But in the next mont, facing the lightning blade condensed by the ancient dragon Lansseax, Ron seed to have anticipated it. He raised his short sword in advance and perford a parry.
Clang—!
The attack had not yet fully charged.
When it t Ron's extrely precise interception with the short sword, the sudden disruption caused the already unstable lightning to explode instantly on the spot.
A crimson glow briefly illuminated the dim Floor Boss chamber.
At the center of the explosion—
The arm of the ancient dragon Lansseax was completely blown off. But Ron, holding a tal weapon, was likewise inevitably caught in the blast.
As the smoke cleared—
The young figure who landed steadily on the ground had not fallen. Only, at a glance, his charred-black skin made him look especially miserable.
But—
To an ordinary adventurer, such injuries would have long been fatal. For Ron, whose endurance attribute was maxed out, it was rely a trivial fatal wound.
"Damn."
"So lightning blades produced by incantations can't be parried, huh?"
He raised a hand and wiped his scorched face.
The so-called injuries—
Had already been completely healed by the "Healing Gourd." And that was under sudden circumstances—already the limit of what he could achieve.
Compared to the full-area lethal lightning strike—
Interrupting the ancient dragon Lansseax's channeling with a parry was the optimal solution his body instinctively chose in that mont of crisis.
He hadn't died outright.
Instead, by trading injury for injury, he had blown off the creature's arm.
Battle analysis would have to wait until after it was over.
After wiping away the ash that obstructed his vision, Ron faced the ancient dragon's clawed sweeping strike and decisively rolled into the monster's blind spot at its flank.
But before he could steady himself—
The enraged ancient dragon Lansseax launched another pursuit. She no longer used her lightning magic. That ferocious dragon head—
Was now continuously gathering crimson flas capable of burning everything.
Finally—
A fan-shaped pillar of blazing fire, carrying scorching heat, evaporated the moisture in the air. The erupting flas lit up the arena as they surged toward Ron.
"Thanks a lot."
"!!"
This was undoubtedly the most troubleso monster Ron had encountered in the Dungeon.
The combat thods possessed by the ancient dragon Lansseax even surpassed those of most adventurers. And faced with that unavoidable wave of fla—
He clenched his teeth.
Before the fire engulfed him, he raised his arm: Power Within.
No chanting was required.
A pale yellow glow ford a barrier that absorbed the flas, completely taking in this round of the Floor Boss's attack—but the effect of the skill did not end there.
Visible to the naked eye—
The flas spread along Ron's arm, until they covered his entire body, as though he had thrown himself into the embrace of the Frenzied Fla.
"Absorb flas, temporarily increase strength and endurance."
He felt the temporary boost in his physical attributes.
But the cost was flas that enveloped his entire body—impossible to extinguish—burning his flesh at every mont, even his soul not spared.
Even breathing—
Was accompanied by piercing pain.
And then—
Right before everyone's eyes, Ron, his entire body engulfed in raging flas, did not pause his advance because of his severe injuries.
Instead, in that desperate situation, he unleashed even greater power!
Freed from the constraints of the gravity magic "Futsunomitama," the boy fully exploited his agility, pushing hit-and-run tactics to the extre. Each brief pause—
What awaited the ancient dragon Lansseax—
Was only crimson sword light interwoven with flas, tearing through the monster's pale scales, blood gushing continuously from countless wounds.
The monster's roar echoed through the vast Floor Boss chamber.
"…"
Perhaps the scene was too shocking.
To Finn and Riveria, the battle felt unbearably long. But without exception, their complex gazes—
Never left Ron for even a mont.
"I feel like…"
"This guy looks more like a monster than that dragon does."
Not to ntion ordinary adventurers—
Even those who had already carved out their own path in this profession—was there really anyone who could reach Ron's level of absurdity?
He endured the attacks of a mutated Floor Boss head-on.
Even…
Even as his body burned with raging flas, as though he could turn to ash at any mont and vanish in this vastly unequal battle, he still did not retreat.
Searching—
For that incredibly slim chance of victory!
Not only that—
When Ron's sword light, like a torrential downpour, fell densely upon the ancient dragon Lansseax, the hemorrhage status effect accumulated to its limit.
At that mont, the Floor Boss—
Could no longer be described as rely bleeding profusely. Its massive body was like shattered porcelain, no longer able to sustain life, collapsing to the ground with a thunderous crash!
"This…"
"It's over… just like that?"
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