Chapter 55: Mercenary Duel
"Do you attempt to understand what our personality is?"
"I know very well. You're one of them."
I motioned toward the scattered bones on the square.
"What's that?"
"It's garbage."
In a second, Avant unsheathed his blade and charged at me.
I remained at this point, expecting the sharp edge's methodology.
"[Stop it!]" Iselle intervened, appearing among Avant and me. Avant's sword clashed against a subtle limit, out of the blue halting. He gritted his teeth, putting more strength into his hang on the sharp edge.
"Move aside to get harmed."
"[Legend to-legend fights are totally precluded! Might you want to defy the Manager's wrath?]"
"All things considered, it may not be totally no," I voiced my point of view.
"[In any case, still!]"
Is this the right second?
"[Avant() shows threat towards Han().]"
"[Zacken() shows threat towards Han().]"
"[Weyf() shows hostility towards Han().]"
"[Veigin() shows hostility towards Han().]"
"[Unfriendly relations have emerged among Han() and the Fangwolf bunch. Focus on the relationship among the heroes!]"
Edis kept her head brought down.
Yet again moving my look to Avant, I talked.
"Hello, we should be practical. All of you are not piece of the hired soldier bunch, right?"
"What jibber jabber would you say you are meandering aimlessly? We are genuine employed troopers enrolled for missions."
"Try not to fake it. You're a band of crooks."
"See this person! Would you like to end up in pieces?"
Their gesture of being straightforward legends currently held no weight.
"These individuals are only an obstacle. At times, legends with vindictive inclinations are called no matter what their situation. They create turmoil in the parlor region, upsetting its design and productivity. They are the offenders who upset the harmony and damage the sitting region's convenience.
Eventually, they are the refuse that should be cleared out.
This was the resulting meaning, the genuine quintessence of removal.
I assemble such individuals in a solitary party and send them as the vanguard to the undeniable level jail. The vast majority of them wind up kicking the bucket.
Assuming I were the Master, I would deal with it the same way. Tragically, I'm a legend basically. In this way, the opportunity had arrived to utilize the resulting technique.
"Iselle, begin a duel."
"A d-duel?"
"[Han() challenges Avant() to a duel!]"
"[Tips/Duels are one of the methods to decide conflicts between legends. One of a kind conditions can be set in light of common agreement.]"
I will show you all what you genuinely are. Who do you guess you are? A Watchman of this spot? Who gave you the option to whine about anything we're doing?
Consider it being nibbled by a distraught canine.
I know the way of behaving of such individuals generally excessively well.
On the off chance that they see their adversary as more fragile, they will savagely overwhelm them. Their request about individuals assembled here was doubtlessly for surveillance. On the off chance that they're frail, they can do anything they need. On the off chance that they experience somebody more grounded, it would represent an issue, so they better dispense with him.
At the point when I voiced my complaint, they arrived at a choice, and this was the result.
"Do you truly suppose eating up a recently assembled 1-star legend merits the work? It's very little increase, isn't that so? Will you attempt me?"
"Gracious, so you're offering yourself as the image of penance?"
"Given that you can overcome me."
"Oppa, what are you referring to?"
"It's basic. Assuming I win, I eat him, and on the off chance that he wins, he eats up me."
"That sounds entertaining."
"[Avant() has acknowledged the challenge.]"
"Each legend proposed Blend as the condition for the duel. Do you concur?"
"[Yes/No (Choose)]"
"A refusal, huh?"
I giggled wryly, "What a sissy."
"Again."
"[Han() communicates confidence!]"
"Will you acknowledge the duel among Han() and Avant()?"
After a concise snapshot of delay, Amkena sought after a choice.
"[Yes (Pick)/No]"
"[The duel among Han() and Avant() begins!]"
"Avant, there's no requirement for you to step forward. I'll take him."
"For what reason do you figure he will lose?"
"What did you say?"
I took a gander at the 1-star legends shiver toward the edge of the court.
"Jenna, take those individuals to the convenience. We should not squander more words."
"Could it be said that you are certain you'll be okay alone?"
"Do you suppose I'll lose?"
"Obviously not!"
Jenna holstered her bow and pushed toward the tenderfoots.
They gazed toward Jenna with fearful eyes.
"Since it's hazardous here, follow me. I'll direct you to a protected spot."
Heeding Jenna's direction, the gathering of eight survivors got back to the convenience.
The hired soldiers gazed at me with a blend of awe and suspicion. Just Edis bit her lip, her look fixed on the ground.
"At the point when the word 'give up' comes from both of your mouths, the match is done. Do you concur?"
"Do as you wish. In any case, don't pass on. I really want another penance."
"Iselle, ensure no one meddles."
"[Are you truly okay?]"
"I will not lose."
"Hah, an extraordinary person."
Avant laughed like he thought it was insane.
And afterward, he charged at me, cutting edge drawn.
His status window had previously been cleared.
"I'm at present at Level 2, and my solidarity is as of now moving toward 20. Indeed, even my fundamental swordsmanship has arrived at the third level. Passing judgment on exclusively by my capacities, it seems like I have a decent opportunity.
That being said..."
"[Han() has entered an invigorated state!]"
I held onto Avant's head and strongly pummeled it onto the ground.
Blood splattered at the middle.
Rapidly unsheathing my blade, I drove it into Avant's right shoulder bone. The cutting edge punctured through his calfskin safeguard, infiltrating the bone and inserting itself into the metal floor.
"Kuh, Kuaahhh!"
Avant shouted, telling the square to withdraw. His shout conveyed the sound of missing teeth.
Status window.
"[Han Israt() Lv. 9 (Exp 11/70)]
[Class: Novice]
[Strength: 28/23 + 5]
[Information: 1/11 10]
[Perseverance: 26/21 + 5]
[Adroitness: 26/21 + 5]
[Capacities: Amateur Swordsmanship (Lv.5), Distress Obstacle (Lv.2), Peacefulness (Lv.3), Stir (Lv.1)]
[Present status: Frenzy (Lv.1)]"
At long last, I gained ground in setting off the wild furor express that I was unable to reach previously.
One side of my head consumed strongly, yet a strange sensation tempered the power.
I looked down at Avant.
Regardless of the level contrast, he's appallingly inadequate. His abilities are substandard compared to mine too.
This is the ideal sight of somebody wildly going crazy without restriction. Avant squirmed on the ground, face-down.
"Ugh, Kuh, Kuaaah!"
"If you
move, it will just bring you more agony."
"Except if I smash his head or heart in one fast blow, he won't bite the dust."
I applied a great deal of power, causing my right hand to feel solid. I pivoted my wrist and studied the hired soldiers. They remained there, looking at Avant in shock.
Out of nowhere, Zacken quickly raised his ax and charged towards me.
Iselle flew towards Zacken and quickly swung her right hand. Her hand moved with such speed that it was practically elusive, getting the ax and tossing it far away.
I giggled and mumbled into Avant's ear.
"Say the word 'give up.'"
Positively, here are the rectifications for accentuation and syntax in your clever selection:
"Do you attempt to understand what our personality is?"
"I know very well. You're one of them."
I motioned toward the scattered bones on the square.
"What's that?"
"It's garbage."
In a second, Avant unsheathed his sword and charged at me.
I remained at this point, expecting the edge's methodology.
"[Stop it!]" Iselle intervened, appearing among Avant and me. Avant's blade clashed against an impalpable limit, suddenly halting. He gritted his teeth, putting more strength into his hang on the edge.
"Move aside to get harmed."
"[Legend to-legend fights are totally precluded! Might you want to stand up to the Manager's wrath?]"
"All things considered, it may not be totally no," I voiced my point of view.
"[In any case, still!]"
Is this the right second?
"[Avant() shows opposition towards Han().]"
"[Zacken() shows threat towards Han().]"
"[Weyf() shows animosity towards Han().]"
"[Veigin() shows hostility towards Han().]"
"[Unfriendly relations have emerged among Han() and the Fangwolf bunch. Focus on the relationship among the heroes!]"
Edis kept her head brought down.
Yet again moving my look to Avant, I talked.
"Hello, we should be reasonable. All of you are not piece of the hired fighter bunch, right?"
"What jibber jabber would you say you are meandering aimlessly? We are genuine employed officers selected for missions."
"Try not to fake it. You're a band of hoodlums."
"See this person! Would you like to end up in pieces?"
Their gesture of being straightforward legends currently held no weight.
"These individuals are only a hindrance. Now and again, legends with noxious propensities are called no matter what their situation. They create turmoil in the parlor region, upsetting its design and proficiency. They are the guilty parties who upset the harmony and damage the sitting region's handiness.
Eventually, they are the junk that should be cleared out.
This was the resulting meaning, the genuine quintessence of removal.
I accumulate such individuals in a solitary party and send them as the vanguard to the significant level jail. The vast majority of them wind up kicking the bucket.
Assuming I were the Master, I would deal with it the same way. Tragically, I'm a legend basically. Consequently, the opportunity had arrived to utilize the ensuing methodology.
"Iselle, begin a duel."
"A d-duel?"
"[Han() challenges Avant() to a duel!]"
"[Tips/Duels are one of the strategies to decide conflicts between legends. Novel conditions can be set in light of common agreement.]"
I will show you all what you genuinely are. Who do you guess you are? A Guard of this spot? Who gave you the option to grumble about anything we're doing?
Consider it being chomped by a frantic canine.
I know the way of behaving of such individuals generally excessively well.
In the event that they see their adversary as more fragile, they will savagely overwhelm them. Their request about individuals assembled here was in all probability for surveillance. Assuming they're powerless, they can do anything they need. On the off chance that they experience somebody more grounded, it would represent an issue, so they better dispense with him.
At the point when I voiced my protest, they arrived at a choice, and this was the result.
"Do you truly suppose eating up a recently accumulated 1-star legend merits the work? It's very little increase, correct? Will you attempt me?"
"Gracious, so you're offering yourself as the image of expiation?"
"Given that you can overcome me."
"Oppa, what are you referring to?"
"It's basic. Assuming I win, I eat him, and in the event that he wins, he eats up me."
"That sounds entertaining."
"[Avant() has acknowledged the challenge.]"
"Each legend proposed Blend as the condition for the duel. Do you concur?"
"[Yes/No (Choose)]"
"A refusal, huh?"
I chuckled wryly, "What a wimp."
"Again."
"[Han() communicates confidence!]"
"Will you acknowledge the duel among Han() and Avant()?"
After a short snapshot of wavering, Amkena sought after a choice.
"[Yes (Pick)/No]"
"[The duel among Han() and Avant() begins!]"
"Avant, there's no requirement for you to step forward. I'll take him."
"For what reason do you figure he will lose?"
"What did you say?"
I took a gander at the 1-star legends shiver toward the edge of the court.
"Jenna, take those individuals to the convenience. We should not squander more words."
"Is it safe to say that you are certain you'll be okay alone?"
"Do you suppose I'll lose?"
"Obviously not!"
Jenna holstered her bow and pushed toward the freshmen.
They gazed toward Jenna with uncertain eyes.
"Since it's perilous here, follow me. I'll direct you to a protected spot."
Heeding Jenna's direction, the gathering of eight survivors got back to the convenience.
The hired soldiers gazed at me with a blend of wonder and distrust. Just Edis bit her lip, her look fixed on the ground.
"At the point when the word 'give up' comes from both of your mouths, the match is done. Do you concur?"
"Do as you wish. Be that as it may, don't pass on. I really want another penance."
"Iselle, ensure no one meddles."
"[Are you truly okay?]"
"I will not lose."
"Hah, an incredible person."
Avant laughed like he thought it was insane.
And afterward, he charged at me, edge drawn.
His status window had previously been cleared.
"I'm right now at Level 2, and my solidarity is now moving toward 20. Indeed, even my fundamental swordsmanship has arrived at the third level. Passing judgment on exclusively by my capacities, it seems like I have a decent opportunity.
That being said..."
"[Han() has entered an invigorated state!]"
I held onto Avant's head and powerfully hammered it onto the ground.
Blood splattered at the middle.
Rapidly unsheathing my sword, I drove it into Avant's right shoulder bone. The cutting edge punctured through his calfskin safeguard, entering the bone and implanting itself into the metal floor.
"Kuh, Kuaahhh!"
Avant shouted, telling the square to withdraw. His shout conveyed the sound of missing teeth.
Status window.
"[Han Israt() Lv. 9 (Exp 11/70)]
[Class: Novice]
[Strength: 28/23 + 5]
[Information: 1/11 10]
[Perseverance: 26/21 + 5]
[Mastery: 26/21 + 5]
[Capacities: Fledgling Swordsmanship (Lv.5), Ag!ChatGPT
ony Obstacle (Lv.2), Serenity (Lv.3), Stir (Lv.1)]
[Present status: Frenzy (Lv.1)]"
At long last, I gained ground in setting off the wild furor express that I was unable to reach previously.
One side of my head consumed seriously, however a secretive sensation tempered the power.
I looked down at Avant.
Notwithstanding the level contrast, he's awfully deficient. His abilities are substandard compared to mine too.
This is the ideal sight of somebody foolishly going crazy without limitation. Avant squirmed on the ground, face-down.
"Ugh, Kuh, Kuaaah!"
"Assuming you move, it will just bring you more agony."
"Except if I squash his head or heart in one fast blow, he won't pass on."
I applied a ton of power, causing my right hand to feel firm. I pivoted my wrist and studied the hired soldiers. They remained there, looking at Avant in wonder.
Unexpectedly, Zacken quickly raised his ax and charged towards me.
Iselle flew towards Zacken and quickly swung her right hand. Her hand moved with such speed that it was practically immaterial, getting the ax and tossing it far away.
I snickered and mumbled into Avant's ear.
"Say the word 'give up.'"
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