"NO!! WHAT THE F*CK IS THIS THING?!"
A howl of frustration echoed across the isolation do as a thin layer of a ghostly black aura stopped Dante's dagger dead in its tracks, only a few centiters away from Shye's neck.
*PAH!*
Soon after, the crisp sound of Shye's heavenly slap technique reverberated, landing squarely on the frustrated Dante's face and sending him hurtling toward a far corner of the do.
Mira watched the happenings in utter horror.
She couldn't believe that even Dante Everforth, a notoriously strong scumbag from her region, was slapped silly by her forr party leader.
"Hahahahaha! Ahh, that was satisfying. Slapping the sh*t out of the faces of delusional bastards truly brightens up my day!"
Dante was slapped cleanly by a warrior with a whopping 450 points of strength and his face was slightly rearranged to one side.
However, albeit dazed, he was still conscious as he trained his body well despite being a scout.
What average vitality attribute he had was at least enough for him to survive a plain, good-old slappaccino.
It didn't an he wasn't hurt, however, as his pride imnsely suffered
Being slapped by soone older than you was already humiliating enough, let alone a junior more than five years younger.
Such pathetic embarrassnt could only be redeed through blood.
"YOU BASTARD!! I'M DONE PLAYING WITH YOU!!"
With only two seconds left before his small group of adventurers would lose ground, a sinister, blood-red aura erupted from Dante's body, and blood runes appeared on his right arm.
This drastically boosted his overall attributes, including intelligence and wisdom, at the cost of his lifespan.
The longer he activated the skill, the less he would have left to live.
Thus, he quickly charged towards Shye, erupting in anger once more upon seeing him floating high up in the air.
"FACE , COWARD!! WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE A FUTURE HERO?! ALL I SEE IS A SCAREDY WUSS!! YOU'RE NO HERO!"
[Flight] was a highly useful and versatile skill for mages.
It could be used for attack, defense, and escape. However, it had one huge drawback: it consud mana like crazy depending on how high one flew. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire
Even the highest-ranked mages with the largest mana pools could only sustain flight for about fifteen seconds at the maximum height of sixty ters—the sa height Shye was currently flying at.
Such a rule doesn't apply to Shye, however, as he had a peerless mana pool with absurd regeneration rates.
He could last for five whole minutes. Way better than most n could.
Male mages, to clarify.
As for Dante, he had an ability that would allow him to try and catch a flying adversary called [Aerial Hunter].
However, it was way too risky to use as he didn't have a skill that would allow him to land safely from a height of sixty ters, and there was also the possibility of Shye using other aerial mobility techniques to dodge his attack.
Hence, all Dante could do was scream angrily at Shye, hoping that the young adventurer from Valenzia would be angered by his insults.
Unfortunately, no matter how hard Shye tried, it was difficult to even be angry at a helpless guy malding below him—it was just too amusing and funny to watch.
The insults didn't even register in his brain as he thoroughly enjoyed Dante's furious face, spittle flying everywhere as he raged on and on, even montarily forgetting that ti was up and that his n were being overwheld.
"CO DOWN HERE I SAID!!!"
"Pfft, are you sure you should still be screaming at ? Shouldn't you be looking for ways to escape?" Shye mocked, stifling his laughter which further added fuel to the anger in Dante's heart.
However, surprisingly, after hearing Shye's words, his anger vanished into thin smoke as he realized that his life would indeed be in danger if this continued.
Swiftly turning his head and shifting his attention to the ongoing battle, Dante saw that even with the help of Mira, his goons were getting annihilated by Zeth and Nookie's twelve corpse puppets.
'Shit! This is bad!' He inwardly panicked, his eyes darting around as he tried to look for the isolation do's weak spot.
The contraption was theirs, so he naturally knew that it had a fragile spot. However, it would still take him so ti—at least five seconds—to locate it.
He was prepared to abandon everyone else and escape with Mira to claim his consolation prize after such a disastrous operation.
Unfortunately, how could Shye, who had a bird's eye view of the ongoing battle, not notice his weird actions?
'Hoh, he's searching for the do's weak point to escape from there, huh?' He mused, perfectly reading Dante's plan.
Shye's intelligence attribute was extrely high, allowing him to quickly catch on, and the goon leader's actions were far too obvious.
It was simply impossible for him to not realize what Dante was up to.
Five seconds later, the adventurer goon leader madly dashed towards Mira, who was utterly panicking, a horrified expression on her face as her death lood nearer and nearer.
"H-HIIHH!! UNHAND , VILE FILTH!" She exclaid in fear after feeling a strong arm grabbing her by the waist.
"DON'T MOVE YOU IDIOT! AREN'T I HERE TO SAVE YOU?!" Dante said furiously, slightly calming the scared Mira down.
Looking back at their assassination squad, only about ten of the original forty adamantite-ranked adventurers were still alive, and they were quickly being wiped out as well.
This was their only chance to escape.
'We have to leave now, or stay here forever…' Dante thought inwardly, gritting his teeth. 'Well, at least I can have a taste of this crazy b*tch…'
Unfortunately for him, just as they approached the do's weak point, soone blocked their path: the ever-annoying Shye Crowley, son of Alicia and Maverick Crowley, ruiner of plans.
Naturally, Dante's eyes widened in horror, his heart almost bursting out of sheer anger:
"YOU!! WHY IS IT YOU AGAIN?! GET THE F*CK OUT OF MY WAY, YOU LITTLE BASTARD!"
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