[39] Lets The Party Begins!

The orc roared, the large club in its hand tearing through the air as it charged forward with the powerful inertia generated by its obese body, aiming a hefty blow at Aiden's head.

Aiden, unwilling to back down, though he didn't shout it out loud, swung Durandal viciously towards the orc, the blade slicing through the air with a resounding crack.

A trail of golden sword light flashed by like a fleeting gleam, and at the same time, the blade struck the massive club with unstoppable force. Aiden felt a surge of power coursing through Durandal in his hand, but the ubiquitous clubs on the tenth floor were no match for the system-produced Durandal. After a deep, muffled collision, the gray-white club snapped in half.

In this vast and silent grassland, sound carried more efficiently, and several nearby orcs also heard the sounds of Aiden's battle.

However, Durandal's momentum did not end there. The power contained within the golden blade seemed even more astonishing... sensing the weakening of the sword's momentum, Aiden exerted force once again, unleashing his strongest strike yet. After nine floors of dungeon battles, Aiden's strength finally erupted at this moment. The golden blade poured out like a floodgate opening, leaving a huge wound on the bulky body of the orc.

In the next moment, Aiden and the orc passed each other, Durandal's golden blade still angled upwards, and a few warm blood drops gave the golden edge a different hue.

In an instant, both man and beast unleashed their strongest power, and the outcome was clear.

Ding~

As Aiden maintained his righteous posture, the orc had already fallen to the ground, returning to the embrace of the dungeon mother. The magic stone fell to the ground with a crisp sound, the sound of money.

Reflecting on the magnificence of his sword strike, Aiden shook off the blood drops from the blade, sheathing Durandal slowly and sighed, "Is Durandal really too sharp? If it wasn't so sharp, I could have fought a little longer. Killing so efficiently doesn't provide much exercise for improvement."

"But the magic stones dropped by orcs are indeed larger than those dropped by war shadows." Aiden picked up the magic stone dropped by the orc on the ground and compared it with the one dropped by the war shadow.

Meanwhile, it seemed the dungeon didn't want Aiden to feel like his hospitality was lacking or that his stay was too boring... not far away, another heavy and chaotic footsteps echoed. 

*Thud* *Thud* *Thud*

"Grrr... rahhhh..."

The chaotic, piercing cries and the disorderly, heavy footsteps gradually became clearer.

Through the hazy mist, Aiden could clearly see five small orcs with dark gray skin, as thin as sticks, and two orcs with green pig heads standing over two meters tall, slowly approaching.

Both of the orcs were larger than the one Aiden had just dispatched, and they each held a large club in their hands. Even the five smaller orcs had sharp teeth and claws.

For such a number of monsters, the most sensible choice for a lone adventurer would be to immediately create distance and then pick them off one by one, taking advantage of the slow movements of the pig-headed orcs. Standing still and getting surrounded by the monsters or charging directly at them would be the most foolish behavior.

However... as he watched the approaching monsters, Aiden not only had no intention of retreating, but instead stood in place, imitating Thanos. He raised his right hand, middle finger stacked on top of the thumb, and snapped his fingers: "Lights and music are ready. Let the party begin!"

Aiden flicked his fingers as if playing an air guitar until the monsters were in front of him.

*Whistle*

He whistled while slowly drawing Durandal from its sheath, the golden blade slanting forward, gesturing with an inviting posture. "Let's have some fun!"

Aiden switched Durandal to his left hand and raised the golden scabbard with his right hand. He didn't passively wait for the attack to come; instead, he chose to initiate the attack himself.

Bang!

The scabbard in his right hand struck the large club in the hand of the pig-headed orc, emitting a dull collision sound. On one side stood a pig-headed orc over two meters tall, and on the other stood a young man of 175 centimeters. At first glance, the pig-headed orc should have had the advantage. However, under Aiden's full force blow, the orc actually staggered back a few steps.

In movies and TV shows, it's most common to see the main character launching an attack when faced with numerous enemies, while the minions around and behind the protagonist don't take advantage of the situation to ambush, but rather stand there cheering.

Although this was a world from an anime, for Aiden, it felt incredibly real. So real that as Aiden repelled the pig-headed orc, several small orcs that were relatively close charged at him.

Perhaps it was the latent power of his Sparda bloodline, or maybe it was because his skill with a sword in his right hand was lacking, but Aiden felt no difference when he switched to holding the sword in his left hand.

Two small orcs swung their claws, leaping from Aiden's left and right sides. His left-hand Durandal pierced out like lightning, piercing through the small creatures with tremendous force, the golden blade piercing through their chests.

Then, as Aiden tilted his head, another small orc jumped over his shoulder from the right.

A large club smashed down where Aiden had been standing, directly denting the ground. Aiden jumped backward, swinging his sword, but unfortunately, there was no sword aura; it only shaved off some of the other orc's club.

However, the other three small orcs did not falter due to the death of their comrade. As Aiden jumped back, one of them lunged directly at his legs with its claws.

The clash between claws and metal leg armor made a souring sound, but the attack was deflected by Aiden's leg armor.

A successful hit from one comrade seemed to give confidence to the remaining two behind it. Their red eyes grew more fanatical as they opened their mouths full of sharp teeth and swung their claws directly at Aiden.

With his waist twisting and his body moving, Aiden swung Durandal horizontally, causing a spray of blood. Two of the creatures in front fell instantly, while the one lunging from the right was dodged and then struck down as well, turning all three small orcs into dust in an instant.

"You think you stand a chance?" Aiden's lips curled upward, revealing a disdainful smile.

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