Daru’s expression turned stern before a faint yet fiery grin reerged at the sight of the corrupted king’s naplate.
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[(Dungeon Boss) King Carthur Lv.12]
HP: 800 / 800
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"Many tis has my kingdom been shaken, but it never fell. Do you know why?"
Daru didn’t respond.
’How would I know? I just got here...’ he thought inwardly.
"Because I’m the one holding the fort. Your kind have co and gone, Cluckson Commander [Omaru], a few just like you. But in the end, everyone chose to serve . I’m quite certain you’ll change your mind too..."
Daru only snorted, retorting sharply: "Hmph. Stop talking big, drug addict. Can you even fight in such a pathetic condition? Pull yourself together first, maybe then I’ll believe you."
King Carthur’s feline face twitched at the insult.
"Insolent motherclucker, taste this king’s wrath!"
In the next mont, the corrupted king dashed at Daru, swinging his fancy greatsword as though it were a baseball bat.
King Carthur’s speed and power were outright terrifying.
However, his entire attack was telegraphed. Daru would never be hit by such a lousy strike.
Sneering in disdain, he ducked under it and slashed horizontally, a red damage value floating up as the corrupted king bled from his thighs.
[- 73]
"Hoh? You got so moves, Cluckson Commander, but unfortunately for you, physical attributes are king! Look, I can even do...this!"
The bleeding suddenly stopped in the next mont, causing Daru, who had just turned to face King Carthur again, to narrow his eyes.
"See what I can achieve by rely clenching my mighty muscles? Nyahahaha! Swordsmanship is nothing but a trick used by the weak to give themselves a chance against the strong like ! Rraagh!"
The corrupted king then began swinging his sword wildly, just like a drunkard who had gone berserk.
His strength granted him the power to crack the ground with every swing; his speed allowed him to stick to Daru like glue, and his stamina seed never-ending.
King Carthur slashed, and slashed, and slashed even more, not caring one bit about his clumsy footwork nor his lousy and wide swings.
Daru naturally retreated, showcasing immaculate and stable backpedaling as he angled his sword perfectly to either block or parry each attack, though he would suffer a fair amount of damage every ti he opted for the forr.
There was so truth to the corrupted king’s words.
Still, he was extrely repulsed by the Swordspawn in front of him and was not sure if he would be able to find soone or sothing he hated more than King Carthur.
The bastard clearly stated that swordsmanship was not important, and Daru’s gaze was getting colder and colder by the mont.
He shall teach this stupid swordspawn that while physical prowess is a part of victory, technique is, too.
Jumping back to create distance, Daru’s pupils seemingly constricted as his mindset adjusted from having fun and learning to outright just defeating his opponent with everything he had.
It was only him, his sword, his opponent, and his opponent’s sword.
King Carthur laughed and mocked in a slurred manner: "Nyahahaha! You see? You can’t even attack, can you? If you just spent all your ti training your body rather than wasting ti with those stupid sword techniques of yours, you might’ve been able to hold your own even against !"
But Daru only replied with a few words:
"Stop wasting ti and just attack, stupid cat. I’ll destroy you and your dumb belief..."
"What...did you say, Cluckson Commander? You still dare be insolent against this king?! Die!!"
In the next mont, King Carthur lunged at Daru, and Sir owdred couldn’t help but exclaim in worry:
"Hold on, Cluckson Commander [Omaru]! I’m about to defeat this corrupted loyalist! I’ll co help you after!"
Daru, however, didn’t hear a single word from him. He was a hundred percent focused on the corrupted king’s lunging attack.
"Hmph."
With a disdainful snort, he explosively dashed forward at the perfect mont, slashing horizontally at King Carthur’s left rib area.
[- 80]
"Nyaargh!" the corrupted king growled in pain as his fancy greatsword struck the ceramic ground, sending shards flying everywhere.
He then turned and blindly swung his sword clumsily again, hoping to cut Daru in two without even checking to see where he was.
His Excatlibur hit nothing but the ceramic ground once more as Daru nimbly sidestepped and gracefully cut his wrist, extracting yet another pained growl from King Carthur.
"I’ve had enough of your nonsense!!" The corrupted king cursed, turning red.
His attacks beca even more wild, slashing left, right, upward, downward.
Still, nothing struck their mark.
Everything was either easily evaded or parried, and a counterattack would co not long after.
King Carthur had always been able to stop the bleeding.
However, his HP was being gradually chipped down, and the pain from all the strikes he suffered sobered him up bit by bit.
He locked eyes with Daru, breaking into a cold sweat.
Those were the eyes of a cunning and patient predator...
Unlike him, the Cluckson commander wasn’t aiming to kill him in a single, vicious attack.
"You! Are you not afraid I’ll eliminate you in a single hit?!"
"Like you’ll be able to hit ," sneered in what appeared to be overwhelming arrogance.
But the line between confidence and arrogance had always been thin: success.
If one succeeded, then he would be called confident, but if one failed, then he would be labeled arrogant.
And Daru, throughout his life, had only been a confident young man.
He had never been arrogant, because he never failed to deliver whenever it mattered.
"Insolence!!" growled the furious king, lunging at Daru again and chopping down, not daring to overswing this ti.
But Daru only stepped slightly to the side, allowing Excatlibur to slide down the edges of his slightly rusty tachi and guiding it skillfully to the ground.
He then spun his sword with both wrists, landing a sowhat narrow but clean strike on King Carthur’s exposed neck.
[- 160!]
"Kunyaaaghk!"
Red cubic particles spurted out of the corrupted king’s mouth, floating skywards and dissipating as King Carthur stepped back, assuming a proper fighting stance.
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[(Dungeon Boss) King Carthur Lv.12]
HP: 93 / 800
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"Oh? I thought swordsmanship was useless? Why are you striking a proper stance now?" Daru suddenly spoke after ignoring a majority of the provocations. "Just keep showing how attributes are superior, drug addict king. I’m waiting to be proven wrong."
"K-Kuhh..."
The corrupted king couldn’t retort.
He had a sword skill, but if he used it, it would an that he was admitting he was wrong.
"Nyaargh, whatever! Dead clucksons tell no tales! Die!"
The next second, King Carthur jumped, holding his greatsword in a two-handed stabbing grip and descending on the ground like a teor.
"Holy Sword’s Descent!!"
The sword skill would affect a huge area, and Daru would undoubtedly be hit if he didn’t run.
And he didn’t.
He rely stared at the plumting king with a cold gaze, sorsaulting at the perfect mont to dodge the hundreds of sword blades erging from the ground and firing a relatively pitiful, red slash mark that precisely struck King Carthur’s neck.
It wasn’t able to cut through.
However, the damage value that floated up was more than enough to end the corrupted dominion:
[- 270!]
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