Strongest Underground

"Sky Devil's Divine Blade!"

A split second after Frederick's shout, a gigantic blade shadow descended on Bas from above. The blade's edge ripped through the air and left three blade shadows in its wake, all aimed at his torso.

But Bas was not one to be underestimated. As Frederick charged at him from above, he quickly dispersed the black mist around him, allowing it to flow out and engulf his opponent. It wasn't long before Frederick faltered, his movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated.

With a smirk, Bas seized the opportunity and lunged forward, his blades glinting in the dim light of the arena.

Frederick was quick to respond, parrying Bas' blows with ease. They started exchanging several blows mid-air. Bas was relentless, his attacks coming fast and strong. He could feel the satisfaction of each hit, the impact reverberating through his body. Frederick looked just as wild, unwilling to be outdone.

The crowd was going wild, cheering and shouting as the two hunters battled it out. Bas could feel their excitement, their energy pushing him further. He was in his element, completely absorbed in the fight.

As they landed, both dropped back two meters. Frederick was starting to tire, his movements becoming sluggish. He gritted his teeth and rotated his hunt record again, his sharp ryms encompassing his broadsword instantly. He charged forward one more with Sky Devil's Divine Blade. Three blade shadows attacked in tandem with dreadful coordination.

Bas grinned as he dodged the sword's swift strokes, his movements quick and fluid. He knew Frederick was skilled, but he was determined to come out on top in this fight.

The two hunters continued to exchange blows, swords clashing in a deadly dance. Bas's movements were fluid, each swing of his blade accompanied by a burst of black energy. Frederick was fast but couldn't keep up with Bas' otherworldly speed.

Bas felt the power of his death ryms surging even more intensely as they continued to clash. They were starting to affect his bloodlust. He knew he had to be careful not to lose control and do something he would regret.

Suddenly, Bas somehow vanished from sight. It was like his body became one with the darkness around him. Frederick spun around, trying to locate his opponent, but it was too late. Bas appeared behind him, his blades glowing with black ryms.

Frederick dodged the blades with lightning-fast reflexes, but he wasn't fast enough to avoid the whip that snaked out and wrapped around his ankle. He stumbled, his sword falling from his grasp. Bas took advantage of the momentary lapse in Frederick's defenses, plunging his blades into his opponent's back.

With a sudden burst of energy, Bas launched himself forward, his blades glinting dangerously in the light. Frederick barely had time to react as Bas's attack connected, leaving another deep gash in his side. Frederick knew he was losing way too much blood but had yet to land a solid blow on his opponent.

Meanwhile, he was getting chopped up like vegetables. What was on this hunter's heart today? He was so aggressive! Frederick let out a guttural growl as he slid to recover his broadsword. Flipping around, he activated his hunt skill again, slashing at Bas from above.

Bas grinned, eyeing the sword shadows as they flashed towards him. Having seen this attack too many times, he sidestepped it easily, dodging the blade with a swift body movement. A black glow surrounded his feet.

Evil Dragon's Flight!

The movement technique had been serving him well all fight. As the sword whistled past him, he took advantage of the moment to strike. With a quick motion, Bas brought two of his blades down in a powerful arc, aiming for Frederick's injured back. But the hunter was too quick for him.

With a skillful twist, Frederick spun around, parrying the blades with his own sword. The two weapons clashed together with a loud reverberating clang.

Bas felt a jolt of excitement surge through him as he clashed blades with his opponent, the two hunters locked in combat. This Frederick really wasn't bad! How was he only ranked 2nd before? Bas' body hummed with ryms of death, the black mist swirling around him like a cloak.

With a fierce grin, he pushed forward, his blades flashing as he struck at Frederick from multiple angles. But the other hunter was a master swordsman, and he deftly blocked each blow, the two fighters locked in a deadly dance.

The crowd roared as the two hunters battled back and forth, their swords ringing out in the night air. It was like watching a deadly chess game, each move carefully calculated and executed with precision.

Blood flowed freely from the wound as Frederick stumbled backward, his eyes widening in shock and pain. Bas could see the fear in his opponent's eyes, and he reveled in it. He knew he had the upper hand now. With one final blow, he knocked Frederick's sword out of his hand, leaving him defenseless.

Bas moved in for the kill, his blades poised to strike. But just as he was about to deliver the final blow, he felt a sudden surge of compassion and mercy wash over him. Did he need to be so merciless? It was just a match.

He hesitated for just a moment too long, and in that moment, Frederick managed to rally and strike back. He pulled out a shortsword from his waist belt. With a fierce thrust of his sword, he landed a devastating blow to Bas's chest, sending him reeling backward.

Bas staggered, blood pouring from his wounds as he struggled to stay on his feet. The remnant momentum of a bronze-grade hunt skill was hard for the current Bas to endure.

Bas lunged at his opponent without warning, his forehead glowing with death ryms. Frederick tried to dodge but moved an instant too late. Bas landed a powerful blow to his chest, nearly caving it in. The crowd erupted into cheers as Bas stood over his fallen opponent, his eyes glowing with fierce determination.

"You see, Frederick, it's not just about skill. It's about power, and I have more than enough to take this belt from you," Bas said, his voice dripping with confidence.

He held out his hand to help Frederick up, but the defeated hunter pushed it away and stumbled to his feet on his own.

"You may have won this round, King, but mark my words: I'll be back, and I won't be so easy to defeat next time," Frederick growled, glaring at Bas.

Bas just laughed, already thinking ahead to his next opponent. He would challenge Hunt Experts. He was the strongest Fifth Class hunter in the underground, and nothing would stop him.