Great Styles

Harvard called a meeting with the Palatin Guild, but was growing depressed.

[Infamy +5]

[Infamy + 10]

He had to do several good deeds on the way just to be able to participate in the Dungeon Competition again. However, now with the monsters not around, it was much harder to find good deeds to do. The most perilous situation a woman had been in had been her shoe getting stuck. He only earned 5 benevolence from that!

"Did you guys hear? Central Continent is falling behind all the other continents because the monsters left." A nearby adventurer gossiped. He was a little bit chubby, but a lot taller than his small skinny friend.

"I know," The small friend replied, "I heard everyone is blaming Hamlord. If I was that guy, I wouldn't show my face."

Harvard sighed and put on another black hood over his mask. He didn't even have the nerve to show his face. Luckily, Hot Yummy had arrived with his guild for the Dungeon Competition.

[Current time: 11:59 AM]

[World Message: Dungeon Competition Finale will be coming!]

[Please place your wagers. The Palatins odds 1 in 500,096]

[or… The The West Jam Guild odds at 1 in 1.1]

'Well, we're going to win," Harvard smiled and wagered 150,000,000 Lograms on himself. He wasn't gambling because the dungeon competition was at 12 PM. He'd win almost anything at this time. "So, what's the competition. What dungeon will be fighting in? Tricky's Last Dungeon? Or is there a new tricky dungeon?'

[Dungeon Competition has been delayed due to rainfall.]

[Please wait 5 minutes.]

"AHHH! Today sucks!" Harvard looked up and saw Snow Lilly approaching the bench he was at with a man. "Damn it! And now Snow Lilly is here all kidnapped and happy! What's going on! Who are you and what do you want?"

The man in question rapidly put his arms around Snow Lilly and then put a long sword to her throat. "You-you're Hamlord? What is wrong with you idiot? I'm about to kill your girlfirend! Get up and fight me."

Harvard cracked his neck while his anger gerw so much that his muscles started to swell while his daylight daggers appeared and his mask and his gloves. Who suggested he fight him at 12! Seriously, was this guy crazy.

"Hoho, you got an heirloom class too,' Great Styles's muscles started to bulge and break through ihs clothing while only his shorts remained. His eyes turned red and his hair started to hand up on his body and spikes came out of his back. "However, I'm sure it's nothing compared to the Terrifying Dark swordsman Class!

'What the hell? I-I wasn't expecting that,'

Harvard gulped and looked up at the sky.

Two lightning bolts seemed to be fighting in the darkness above, and sparks were flying everywhere while people ran in every directions. One monster came out of the woods and instantly ran to get in a wagon. It was a very chaotic situation!

'He's definitely not that tough.' Harvard decided to analyze him. 'Let's see.'

[Great Styles] (Infamous Society's Guild Leader)

[Level 48]

[Class: Terrifying Dark Swordsman]

[Reputation: Gentle and Mean]

[System information: His damage is increased by over 500% between 12:00 - 12;03 and his agility is increased by 300% between 12:00 - 12:02. Survive for 2 minutes in order to ensure victory]

'Huh, I guess he's more of a worthy opponent than I thought,' Harvard stepped on a small monster that ran out of the woods and sighed in relief.

'Thank god.'

[experience + 5]

[You killed a cursed ghost slime]

[You have leveled up to level 43]

"Anyways, shall we begin?" Harvard cracked his neck. "Just put Snow Lilly down! People can see up her skirt, and it's not fair to her!"

"Snow Lilly, go back to the room," Great Styles gently let go of her neck like he was afraid of breaking the most beautiful flower. "Whichever one of us wins, will come get you."

"Thanks! Miss you both!" Snow Lilly rushed away while a few other people arrived. A large group of men wearing dark masks arrived behind Great Styles while Donkey, Smokey, Tabitha, Harvest King, Alpha Thunder, and pretty much everyone waiting for the dungeon competition arrived on Harvard's side.

They were after all going to have the competition in one of the three dungeons in the Lost Incarnate Stronghold, and the RedBurry was the main place where everyone stayed to sleep, so pretty much everyone showed up almost instantly.

"It's about to begin," Tabitha said with a frown, "The last time we see the same old Harvard."

"What are you talking about? He'll cream that creep!" Smokey took out a lollypop and stuck it in Tabitha's mouth. The two of them were making some progress dating wise, and he liked to give her candy. "He's going to be the father of a lot of people some day! My father is the best!"

"Heh, Hamlord is nothing compared to Great Styles," Alpha Thunder shook his head. "He should just run. He's definitely faster than him, but Great Styles is much stronger."

Boom!

Harvard and Great Styles took off and started to fight each other at 12:01 while everyone stared at them moving in shock.

Harvard was sort of like a speeding bullet and Great Styles was more like a gigantic muscular spiked man with enough strength to destroy a punching machine with a single fist!

The two of them faced each other 20 feet in midair! Harvard swung his dagger and hiked up his knee to amplify his power while Great Styles punched with his maximum force. There attacks got close and then connected and then boom!

A lot of rain spread in every direction while a few nearby people covered their eyes! It was raining, so they couldn't look up and the lightning was getting louder, but they were very impressed! Harvard kicked Great Styles in the face and then slapped him three times before getting swatted away into a forest.

Boom!

Harvard got up faster than he got slapped down and then several hundred more moves were exchanged in the blink of the eye between daggers and fists!

"Magnificent Slash!" Harvard attacked with all his strength! "Magnificent Ultimate Throwing Dagger!" He attacked in 100 attack chains!

"Terrifying Slash!" He reposted and also attacked Harvard with all his strength. "Terrifying Ultra Sonic Boom!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Harvard's daggers attacked thousands of times for every hundred attacks from Great Styles, but he seemed to be losing ground. He spun his head to dodge a large fist while a large sonic boom struck a child behind him.

He instantly attacked forward with rage and then sent his dagger straight into Great Styles gut. A large series of wounds began to appear as he cut his abdomen over and over again. Instantly, Great Styles no longer seemed to have the upper hand.

"Hmph, you lost because you felt bad when you hit a child." Harvard jumped into the air while Great Styles started to fall back. His large hulkish frame, took a gigantic slap into the face before he spun once in the air and got stabbed in the shoulder.

However, Harvard didn't stop there, he activated Shadow Agent and slowed his speed before he spun dozens of times in the air and then kicked with all his might into Great Styles other cheek. The one he didn't slap that had turned red!

Boom!

Great Styles bounced against the ground while he lost his health.

-500, - 600, -1000, - 15

Hamlord sighed and cleaned off his hands.

He looked down at Great Styles with his arms crossed. Something didn't make sense here.

"You're clearly a nice guy. I can't kill you," Harvard watched Great Styles begin to deflate and return to a normal guys' proportions. His short was all torn, and he looked incredibly upset. If you included the blood across his rapidly healing abdomen, he just seemed kind of pathetic. "Ugh, why don't we go talk. Maybe if you tell me what happened we can get this resolved."

"It's impossible. There is nothing you can do to save her. That woman that turned me into this hideous monster!" Great Styles wiped a tear from his eye and lamented with a look of pain on his face. "Just kill me now! I deserve to die!"