Creating Fear

The man lay helpless. Every orifice on his body was bleeding, not just his mouth. Even his eyes looked like the wide-eyed eyes of the dead.

One knew he was alive just because he was still breathing.

How could his condition suddenly become like that.

After all, he was among the top Hunters in this Dungeon. Most Hunters didn't dare to go up against him.

Pa!

Oliver landed among the low grass so that his figure was not lost to people's sight.

He stood with indifferent eyes, glancing at his own fist once while smiling.

A difficult enemy he could defeat easily with just one breakthrough, this was the difference between a Cultivator and a Hunter.

Hunters had Levels while Cultivators were divided into stages.

One stage improvement was like crossing a bridge while one level improvement was just like taking one step forward.

The difference between the two could be easily understood.

Of course, in addition to being divided into stages, cultivators were also divided into realms.

If a single stage upgrade increased strength like this, what about a single realm upgrade?

Oliver couldn't guess.

Wren was lucky enough that he didn't use the Sky Breaking Fist or else he might have exploded and died.

He deliberately held back because there were too many spectators here. Killing another Hunter under any circumstances was considered a crime.

Even wounding was already an offense.

Unfortunately, human rules did still apply, but only to weak and backgroundless Hunters, of course.

"Brat, it seems we underestimated you all along!" Rooney stepped forward as he spoke, looking at Oliver seriously.

In the end, he hadn't actually fought Oliver, unlike Rose who had kicked him to the ground.

Rose was very confused now how Oliver had become so strong when he hadn't leveled up.

'Is what he used a skill that made his strength increase drastically?' Rose speculated but she wasn't sure of her own speculation because it didn't seem like it at all.

A skill that increased strength should have a certain effect such as emitting a special aura.

Meanwhile, Oliver responded to Rooney's words.

"If you're curious what it feels like to be hit by my fists, come forward. Don't worry, I'll refrain because I need to use my main fist for your young boss waiting outside," he said.

Of course, he would fight with Leo later.

That man was a source of trouble for him. He needed to be defeated in a bad way to traumatize him.

Even if later he still held a grudge against him, he was sure he would not dare to bark in front of him again.

"Hmph, arrogant!" Rooney snorted in annoyance.

He swung his large sword into the air before leaping high, heading towards him.

His sword was then raised high up, which he was obviously going to use to attack him.

BANG!

His body exploded a ferocious aura, emitting a thin red light that seemed to come from a raging heart.

As he became more serious, Oliver couldn't keep thinking that he was only slightly stronger than Wren. He was probably much stronger.

His momentum increased as he descended towards him.

Vaguely, the air seemed to split.

Oliver readied his white sword, ready to respond to his attack.

He wanted to see whose physique was stronger, his or the man's.

Although the sword was small and light, it was guaranteed not to bend let alone break as long as it did not clash with Class A Weapons and above.

He slashed it upwards just as the man's sword arrived right on top of it.

Clang!

Their collision produced enormous sparks.

After that, Oliver's feet sank into the ground until they almost reached his knees.

The ground seemed to be too weak to withstand the sudden weight.

It's just that, even though his legs sank, whether it was his body or his hands, they weren't shaken so violently, only shaking slightly.

One should never look at a person's strength just by their appearance.

The audience finally realized this because this skinny-looking Oliver turned out to have no less physical strength than the bulky Rooney, a Hunter who did have an advantage in terms of physical strength, just like Rose.

Rooney's expression became very bad because of this fact, which was very unpleasant for him.

He was panting with anger.

"I guess it won't be hard for me to beat you," Oliver said with a faint smile.

At this moment, his leg suddenly lifted up.

This was not because he was moving, but because the ground he was stepping on rose upwards.

One of his skills allowed him to control the earth, this was of course a trivial thing, but it made Rooney alert.

Shua! Shua! Shua!

Suddenly dozens of spears made of earth rushed towards Rooney, extremely fast, instantly making the man panic as he was in a difficult position to dodge.

He hurriedly swung his sword left and right to deflect the spears.

Some succeeded but some failed.

About three spears plunged into his body, loading his eyes wide with pain.

When the spears returned to the soft ground, the soil filled his wounds with blood.

It must have been very painful.

"Ahhhhhhh, little bastard, die..." He finally screamed out angrily, slashing his sword at Oliver like a madman.

His eyes were very red now and looked slightly bloody.

"This boy is so cruel," the bystanders said.

They knew that if Oliver hadn't softened those spears made of dirt, Rooney wouldn't have suffered so much.

"It's just, how many kinds of skills does he have?" Some people wondered, something that left many of them confused.

When he saw Rooney's sword heading towards him again, Oliver barely reacted. It really wasn't necessary.

He just made a small movement without using any skill to avoid it.

The problem was that the man's movements were too chaotic. Perhaps he was no longer empowered to think.

After dodging, he only needed one more step to go behind him.

"I don't have much fighting experience, to be honest," he said and continued, "but, I don't think it's hard to be ruthless in person!"

Shua!

His sword traveled toward his hand holding the sword, hitting him right in the elbow.

If the spears from the ground could not fully penetrate his body, the white sword easily cut his hand.

Pa!

His wrist fell to the ground along with the sword. Blood then gushed profusely from his remaining hand.

He immediately fell to the ground, helpless.

Oliver only continued to show how cruel he was.

People who originally had bad intentions towards him instantly became hesitant, worried about becoming his next victim.

If Oliver's intention was like the saying; (kill a chicken to scare monkeys) people felt that his intention was completely successful.