The Support Ate it All Chapter 71: No.104 Black Death (3)

A group of individuals clad in black surged out and crossed the flas to gather in front of the main gate (what remained of it).

With the crowd being large, it was easy to spot several skilled individuals among them.

Master level, Grand Master level, and Elder level

A warrior who seed to be of elder level repeated the question that had just been asked.

And who are you?

The enemy attack.

. Madman.

I wont argue with that.

I readily agreed with that since my current actions bordered on crazy.

Realizing I was not soone to reason with the Elder issued an order.

Attack.

The figures in black spread out like a fan around and launched a coordinated attack.

Several blades were aiming at from all directions.

After skillfully maneuvering through the gaps, I channeled [Wind Force] into my hand and struck a figure in black on the right.

Bang!

The figure of the black-clad man tangled with those of his comrades behind him, and they all tumbled to the ground together.

Seizing that brief opening, I slipped through the encirclent and delivered a second [Inferno Fist] to the one who had pursued the closest.

Booooooom!

In an instant, about a dozen figures in black were reduced to ashes.

In contrast, those ranked as masters or higher showed their skill by swiftly evading the range of the fiery storm.

It was clear that such attacks were less effective in a B-rank dungeon.

Although the encirclent quickly reford, having witnessed and experienced what had just happened, they hesitated to advance rashly.

The Elder guy who had first addressed attempted to initiate a conversation. Even though he called a madman earlier, his tone was now surprisingly polite.

Could you possibly be a descendant of the Fla Emperor?

Fla Emperor?

What was that supposed to an?

Did the Inferno Fist which was a fire-type attack make him think of such nickna?

If they were to misunderstand in such a way,

I would actually prefer it.

It ant that attracting their attention had beco easier.

I deliberately adopted an even more arrogant expression on my face.

I have no answer to give to re scum of the heavenly demon cult.

..

Upon hearing those words, the figures clad in black exchanged glances among themselves, seemingly coming to an understanding.

The atmosphere tensed up considerably, and it seed I was firmly labeled as a descendant of the Fla Emperor.

Normally at this point, any typical martial artist of demonic sects would scatter to save their own skin, but not one of the figures in black fled; they all stood their ground.

The Elder quickly instructed soone who appeared swift,

Hurry and bring back the leader.

Everyone began to burn their fighting spirit as if they were determined to fight to the death.

Shiiik!

This ti the Elder took the lead and ca in thrusting his sword at .

I narrowly dodged the blade and lunged forward, but the Elder exchanged several blows with even with the hand not holding the sword.

However, after a few exchanges, he was ultimately struck in the chest by a forceful wind and sent reeling backward in disarray.

Of course, my opponent was not the Elder alone.

As I imdiately kicked the ground to evade, the spot where I had just been was savagely torn apart by the swords of the figures in black.

Seizing one of the pursuers close behind , I hurled him away and launched a blast of compressed air along with him.

The figure shot away like a cannonball, but the others did not catch him; they simply stepped aside.

Eventually, the figure disappeared into the distance.

Co on, isnt he your friend?

Such heartless bastards.

Nonetheless, this created a brief mont of respite, and seizing this opportunity, I clenched my fist and thrust it forward with all my might.

Just when soone cried out in urgency,

Dodge it!

The masked people scurried out of the way in front of .

Yet, nothing happened.

I didnt use the Inferno Fist, after all.

I couldnt help but smirk with my fist still extended.

Scared, arent you?

!!

This bastard!

The faces of several of the figures in black turned a shade of angry red, but they managed to maintain their composure and waited.

Just by observing their deanor, one could tell how well-trained they were.

However, it seed unlikely that it would be the turn of the figures in black any ti soon.

A heavy presence could be felt from the direction of the entrance.

Standing there was a middle-aged man dressed in black, and his snake-like appearance and sharp aura were reminiscent of a coiled viper.

The leader of the Black Death Clan.

The head of the Black Death Clan and the final boss of this dungeon had finally revealed himself.

The Black Death leader didnt repeat the questions that others had asked.

He must have heard sothing from his subordinates on his way here.

A disciple of the Fla Emperor?

Not at all.

Im not that mans disciple. Its a misunderstanding.

The leader of the Black Death Clan turned his head towards his subordinates.

What has happened here?

Its certain hes a disciple of the Fla Emperor. It just seems his mind is sowhat disturbed.

At those words, everyone in the room silently agreed.

The Black Death Clan leader addressed once more.

After causing such a ruckus, do you think denying it now will spare your life?

It doesnt seem like you plan to spare either way.

Thats right. You will pay for the damage inflicted upon our clan with your life. And since youre a disciple of the Fla Emperor, it wouldnt be a bad deal.

If possible

While I was speaking, I suddenly jerked my head aside.

A black object whizzed past, narrowly missing my chin.

let finish speaking.

To dodge that, impressive indeed.

The fingers of the Black Death Clan leader were curved like the talons of a hawk poised to clutch its prey.

His martial arts specialized in claw techniques.

Martial arts designed to slash and inflict wounds upon his opponents.

He also had the tips of his fingers and fingernails stained pitch black, which was evidence that he had practiced very vicious poisoning techniques.

A re scratch would allow the deadly poison to seep into the wound, and before one could finish a bowl of duck soup, they would be reduced to a re puddle of blood.

Try dodging this as well,

Five fingers filled with extre poison reached out to my chest.

With a slight sidestep, I focused my Wind Force to nudge the passing arm away.

Just as I thought I had created so distance, his arm twisted in a bizarre manner before coming back at with a slash.

I had no choice but to take a few steps back, but the Black Death Clan leader pressed on relentlessly, giving no room to breathe.

He stretched out both hands and aid for my left shoulder and right arm at the sa ti.

I retreated as vigorously as if I were competing in a backward-running race.

The Black Death Clan leader persisted in his pursuit, slashing with both hands, but all he managed to grasp was the empty air.

He was clearly frustrated by the situation.

You slip away like an eel.

Im rather fast.

He must have thought he could easily catch up with with just a few steps backward, but as I continued to slip away from his grasp, his frustration seed to grow.

I couldnt resist adding fuel to the fire in such a situation.

So when I caught a glimpse of his blackened fingernails as they whizzed past my face, I couldnt help but comnt.

Wow, look at those nails. Theyre pitch black. You should consider trimming them, or maybe scrub them hard with a toothbrush.

What did you

For a mont, the Black Death clan leaders face went blank.

It seed he had never got so verbal thrashing before.

After all, who would dare to comnt on his nails in his presence?

Even the slightest provocation could lead to a deadly poisoning.

Nevertheless, I continued with my trash talk.

Eating with those hands could get you sick, seriously sick! Youre looking at a case of food poisoning!

I will ensure your death is excruciatingly painful.

The Black Death clans leaders face was distorted viciously.

He was so angry that his fingertips began to tremble.

He then attacked with even greater ferocity.

Still, Im faster.

Despite my taunts, I hadnt been using my full strength either, so the sa scenario unfolded.

As I retreated, the Black Death Clan leader pursued relentlessly while slashing through the air.

After this bizarre chase went on for so ti, he suddenly asked,

How long do you plan to keep running?

Until I hear from Go Hyeon-woo.

Once I received the signal, I wouldnt just retreat and dodge around; I planned to turn my back and sprint away at full speed.

But until then, I was intent on biding my ti.

However, being too overt might raise suspicions of an ulterior motive.

It seed the leader of the Black Death Clan was beginning to sense sothing was off, so it was ti for to land a significant blow.

If you truly wish to see my real strength, then I shall show you.

At the sight of my fist turning a dark, blood-red color, the Black Death Clan leader montarily slowed his offensive to prepare for what was to co.

But instead of unleashing the flas that enveloped my fist, they were absorbed back into my body.

[Overheat]

The flas spread throughout my body and provided with imnse power.

The Black Death Clan leaders expression hardened as he observed the flas.

. So, you are indeed a disciple of the Fla Emperor.

Thats not it at all.

Youre still going to deny it

Before the Black Death Clan leader could finish his sentence, I made a surprise move.

In an instant, I compressed space and reappeared behind him.

He turned swiftly to claw at but his reaction was a beat too slow.

When I moved again to the opposite side and extended my hand, a compressed air burst exploded right in front of the Black Death Clan leader.

Boom!

It wasnt ant to cause damage, but rely to make him squint montarily.

That was enough.

I had successfully created a blind spot in his field of vision, however brief it was.

I seized this fleeting opportunity to move directly in front of the Black Death Clan leader.

[Inferno Fist]

[Wind Force]

A burning fist followed by a gust of wind infused with physical force struck squarely into the abdon of the Black Death Clan leader.

Kaboom!

His figure was instantly sent flying into the distance before crashing into the Black Death clan.

A storm of flas ensued and the buildings near the impact site crumbled into ruins.

..

Despite the dramatic turn of events, the reaction from the mbers of the Black Death Clan was overly dry.

Their leader had just been sent flying, yet they all stood firm and maintained a fan formation without a hint of emotion.

Not a single one cried out in concern for their leader.

This implied one thing clearly.

They harbored an unshakeable belief that their leader could not possibly be defeated by such ans.

I also didnt have much expectations.

This wont be enough.

The [Inferno Fist] skill, while boasting imnse destructive power relative to its rank due to its severe penalties, still fell short of taking down the final boss of a B-rank dungeon.

This raised a question.

If a fairly large tribes priest is a D-rank boss, how does a single leader of a Black Death Clan warrant a B-rank?

And how could he remain unscathed after taking a direct hit from the Inferno Fist?

The answer was surprisingly simple.

This is not a Black Death Clan.

Boooom!

From the spot where the Black Death Clan leader had crashed, a surge of dark energy erupted explosively.

Debris from the collapsed building scattered in all directions as a figure shrouded in black energy walked directly toward .

Dreadful demonic energy was streaming out from every part of the Black Death Clan leaders body.

After the great demon war, the once mighty Heavenly Demon Cult had been shattered and divided.

And the true identity of the Black Death Clan leader was that of a high-ranking official who once oversaw the Black Death Sect of the Heavenly Demon Cult.

The Black Death Clan Leader, or rather, the Black Death Sect leader glared at and spat out his words venomously.

If I dont tear you to pieces today, I swear Ill grind my bones to dust.

My response remained the sa.

Save such threats for after youve caught .