My Critical Hits Have Been Maxed Out

The Black Knight, who had traveled a great distance, leaped from his warhorse. He swiftly drew his ferocious giant sword from behind, the indifferent eyes beneath his helmet flowing with strands of chilly light. With his voice gravelly and gloomy, he raised his sword, pointing it at the demon hunter, declaring: "Enough talk, today, it's either your demise or mine!"

The demon hunter erupted into uproarious laughter, his face filled with mockery, "Hahaha! Just with you? Decades ago, you were no match for me, and it remains the same now. Have you pursued me over such a great distance just to die by my blade? If so, then I am more than willing to oblige!"

In an instant, he unsheathed the demon hunting long blade from his waist, flames erupting along the blade immediately. The gale howled, fluttering his long robe, the smile on his face was cruel and icy.

"Who will win the prize is still uncertain!"

The Black Knight's gaze was shimmering.

Clack—

He slightly moved his fingers, opening the wooden stopper of the potion in his hand. He emptied the potion in one gulp. Then, he forcefully smashed the bottle on the ground.

"Come!" His eyes squinting, he assumed his stance.

"Potion?" The demon hunter's lips curled into a light smile, saying: "Useless, Black Knight, no matter how many potions you take, a gap is a gap, you can't possibly be my match. But, I still am more than willing to give you this chance…"

Ding—

The demon hunter was taken aback, subconsciously lifting his head, his gaze falling on his helmet. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he seemed to have seen something flash inside his helmet. It seemed to have some unique sound effects…

Ding—

It flashed again?!

The demon hunter's expression became doubtful, he squinted his eyes and said: "It seems, you have prepared some very powerful hidden weapons to deal with me?"

The Black Knight rasped, "You think I am like you? The knights of hell disdain to use those things that can't stand the light!"

Ding Ding—

Black Knight: "…"

Demon Hunter: "???"

Both individuals clearly heard those two crisp 'ding' sounds.

The Black Knight clenched his fists, his eyes closed, the corners of his eyes twitching wildly.

"What is it?" The demon hunter was even more perplexed. "The inside of your helmet just lit up twice."

Grinding his teeth, the Black Knight spoke with closed eyes, "All you need to know is, it's not some kind of hidden weapon…"

Ding Ding Ding—

Black Knight: "…"

Demon Hunter: "???"

A breeze fluttered.

"Mana bomb?" The demon hunter became more suspicious.

"No!" The Black Knight, with closed eyes, clenched his fists, his temples veining.

"Holy Scroll?" The demon hunter grew increasingly suspicious of this fellow.

"No!" The Black Knight was grinding his teeth in fury.

"So, what is it?" The demon hunter's curiosity was fully piqued.

The howling wind fluttered around the Black Knight, his eyes closed, the corners of his eyes dancing crazily.

Click—

Finally, he removed his helmet, revealing a shining, polished forehead beneath.

Ding—

That smooth, round head fiercely flashed a bright light.

"Holy shit! Such a dazzling head! (ΩДΩ)!"

The Black Knight looked at his own hands in a furious manner, every muscle in his body bulging, he gritted his teeth and said: "This is a small price to pay to defeat you!"

Ding—

"Although I've gone bald, I've also become stronger!"

Ding Ding—

"In the words of that human child, my critical hits have been maxed out!"

"Ding Ding Ding—"

He abruptly lifted the giant sword in his hands, bald head forward, pointing at the demon hunter and roaring, dark power instantly enveloped him like flames. In a moment, he, like a prehistoric behemoth, charged furiously towards the demon hunter.

"And today will be the day you die!"

He roared, leaping a hundred meters, the giant sword in his hands swiftly descended upon the demon hunter's position like a mountain pressing down.

Demon Hunter"(ΩДΩ)!!"

…

An hour later.

Wandering Soul Lane.

"Knock-knock-knock——"

There was another knock at the door from outside.

"Welcome!" Lynne immediately showed a professional smile, looking up at the customer at the door. However, upon seeing the figure at the door, he was taken aback. Because it was someone he knew.

[Okarlos, Demon Hunter(Seriously Injured)]

[Race: Human]

[Level: ???]

[Combat Ability: On the verge of death]

The demon hunter, clutching his bloody chest, with tears and rips all over his body, was panting heavily, leaning on the doorpost, his fingers still dripping with blood.

"Holy shit, it's only been a day, how did you get so seriously injured again?!" Lynne looked astounded.

"Save your breath." The demon hunter, biting his teeth and pressing hard on his chest, said: "Quickly treat me! The quicker the better! I can pay you double!"

[Ding! You have triggered a task: Treat the Demon Hunter's wounds. Task Reward: Skull Coin+200, Experience+300, Demon Hunter's Favorability+20]

Lynne, with wide eyes, immediately went to the door, helped the demon hunter in, and made him sit down.

"You are seriously injured!"

The demon hunter took off his hat with difficulty, panting heavily, his eyes revealing strands of anger and frustration.

"I encountered an enemy. He was never my match before, but today I don't know what kind of evil potion he took, he suddenly became extraordinarily fierce! Every strike was a critical hit! Damn it!"

He swore, his chest heaving heavily, and he struck the counter in frustration.

Lynne: "???"

If he hadn't run fast, he might have really fallen into that guy's hands today. He rubbed his bloodshot, dry eyes with difficulty. Especially that fiercely flashing bald head. Every time he concentrated his energy to launch an attack, that shining forehead would flash fiercely at him. It not only severely disrupted his attention, but it was also blindingly bright! That guy. He must have enchanted his forehead with some holy attribute!

"That damned baldy! (艹皿艹) It must have been due to some blasted potion he took! If I find out who gave him that damned concoction, I'll grind them to a pulp!!"

He slapped the counter in fury, his movements agitating his wounds, causing him to wince and suck in a breath of cold air.

Lynne: "…"

Could it be... Is he referring to me? Did that black knight buy the potion from me to deal with this demon hunter? How did it suddenly feel like things had taken a dangerous turn?!

Lynne, eyes wide, said: "Please wait here for a moment; I'll go to the backyard to get you a more effective healing potion."

"Make it quick!"

The demon hunter was now full of rage, and extremely irritable.

Lynne exhaled and immediately lifted the curtain to head towards the backyard. However, it seemed the demon hunter hadn't suspected him. After all, how could such a small, inconspicuous potion shop in a nowhere place have such a powerful potion?

It's best if he doesn't find out! Otherwise, I'd have to make a quick escape!

…

The Hall.

The demon hunter sat before the counter, grimacing as he massaged his bruises. He casually grabbed a few recovery potions left by Lynne on the counter, gulping them down, feeling much relieved afterward. He glanced around. But in that instant, his gaze was abruptly drawn to an empty bottle in the corner of the counter.

Hum—

Instantly, his expression froze on the spot.

"This is…"

He reached out to grab the empty bottle, and images flooded his mind, images of the bottle of potion that damned baldy had taken an hour ago during their battle.

It… it's identical!