Chapter 656: 656: How Long Are You Planning to Keep Showing Off?
“Hm. I can temporarily access basic angel form, along with most non-class-exclusive spatial magic under B-rank.”
Wild Gale paused as he spoke. His voice held a calm, magnetic cadence that seed to still the air itself. Then he added lightly, “You may now call a temporary Spatial Bladesman.”
Even as his words faded, Kimchi Blade’s instincts flared with danger. Without thinking, he twisted his body into an awkward defensive stance, blade reversing into a contorted guard.
Clang!
“As expected of an SS-rank class. Your reflexes are absurd.”
A voice whispered beside Kimchi Blade’s ear. He turned his head with great effort, catching sight of a radiant angelic blade ford from pure elental energy, narrowly missing his neck.
Wild Gale twitched a finger, and the sword vanished into a rippling void—only to reappear beneath Kimchi Blade’s feet.
Squelch—
Crippling Strike – 110,000!
Blood sprayed. Kimchi Blade staggered, one knee hitting the dirt as his Achilles tendon was torn apart, a ss of shredded flesh and muscle.
“A million HP. You’re way out of my league. I’m honestly jealous,” Wild Gale said softly, eyes glinting with admiration. With two warrior-exclusive Epic-rank Soul Seals plus the natural bonuses from his class, Kimchi Blade’s health was far above average.
“But that’s fine too.”
Wild Gale revealed his own HP bar. Kimchi Blade’s eyes widened in disbelief.
50,000. That was it.
How could soone with three Divine Soul Seals have such pitiful HP?
“With your damage output, one crit would be enough to kill . Good luck, friend.”
With a mischievous grin, Wild Gale’s six wings flared wide. He soared skyward, closing the gap with terrifying speed.
“Spatial Arcane Blink.”
The mont before impact, he vanished.
Kimchi Blade’s strike hit nothing but air. His face drained of color. Dread curled in his chest like a serpent. His rock-solid mind began to crack.
Squelch—
Another line of blood blossod. Kimchi Blade collapsed to the ground again, howling in pain as agony lanced through his body.
He forced himself upright, eyes bloodshot, body trembling. He fought back not just Wild Gale’s blows—but the soul-crushing humiliation of it all.
For most of his ti in Godslayer, Wild Gale had been the “idle” mber—only showing up for war or to run the training grounds.
But every new recruit in Godslayer knew the sa truth: you didn’t officially belong until you passed Wild Gale’s test.
He was a nightmare.
Ask any rookie—he was a monster obsessed with technique. A maniac. A perfectionist.
Even Bradley, Godslayer’s top warrior, never claid he could defeat Wild Gale under equal conditions.
Now that the operation freak had a full Divine Soul Seal set?
The result was exactly what everyone feared.
“You broke my ch. I’m just returning the favor.”
Wild Gale appeared in front of Kimchi Blade again, his gaze like frozen steel.
Once the dominator, Kimchi Blade now looked like the prey.
“Damn you! You arrogant bastard!”
Kimchi Blade roared and unleashed a searing red blade beam.
Wild Gale shook his head and slipped into the void once again, effortlessly evading the S-rank combat technique.
“No! Get out of the way!”
Kimchi Blade’s scream ca too late.
The redirected slash struck his own guildmates—mbers of Kimchi Age who had tried to flank Wild Gale—and ripped through six of them, tearing their bodies to pieces.
“Bastard! I’ll kill you!”
Driven mad by guilt and rage, Kimchi Blade chugged down high-tier healing potions to forcefully repair his injured legs. Then he lunged, a wounded beast clawing for revenge.
Clang! Bang! Screech!
“The ch is too bulky. It limits your movent. Good call on your part.”
“Your instincts aren’t bad either. Your angles just need more finesse…”
Wild Gale calmly critiqued each move mid-fight, his tone that of a seasoned instructor offering feedback—not a man locked in life-or-death combat.
“Damn… He’s really enjoying himself.”
Under Aeloria’s protective wing, Orson chuckled. Failed fusion attempts with five A-rank awakened spells had backfired and doubled his cooldowns. All he could do now was give his beast a break and watch.
“When fighting a Magic Arcane Bladesman, don’t just watch his right hand—you need to watch his left too…”
Wild Gale offered advice as casually as if he were teaching a class.
To Kimchi Blade, every word was a dagger in the soul. He was being dismantled, critiqued, coached—by a B-rank!
He was one of the top three SS-rankers in all of NUK, and now this B-rank bastard was sighing at his technique?
“You… shut the hell up! You damn feathered Madman!”
Kimchi Blade snapped.
“Like this, for example.”
Wild Gale’s next sword strike was deflected by Kimchi Blade. But the follow-up ca not from his sword—but his hand.
He placed his palm gently against Kimchi Blade’s wrist.
Spatial Rupture.
Crippling Strike – 200,000!
Kimchi Blade scread. His wrist exploded into shredded at, sucked into a collapsing pocket of space. Even the blood vanished into the void.
“You’re too stupid. My master class isn’t open to idiots,” Wild Gale muttered, frustrated.
He had warned the man. He just wouldn’t listen.
Roar!
A sudden rush of wind blew across Wild Gale’s back. The high-tier dragon that had been harassing Heartbroken Loli changed targets.
“You telegraphed your attack too much. And don’t think you’re the only one who can fly.”
With a roll of his eyes, Wild Gale glided with his wings, slipping around the dragon’s massive jaws.
Pierce.
A beam of holy light burst from his sword.
The Magic Dragon Knight riding the beast barely had ti to register the attack. Blood burst from his chest, and he reeled in agony.
Had he not been an S-rank tank-type rider, he would have been dead on the spot.
“What kind of freaks are in this guild?!”
A NUK rogue swore in terror. He’d just leapt out of stealth, only to nearly be cleaved in two by a passing space-edge slash from Wild Gale.
“I heard you guys beat Orgod? Heh… I’m going to tease him about that when I get back.”
Wild Gale grinned, dancing through the battlefield with only 50,000 HP, surrounded by NUK elites who couldn’t touch him.
“How long are you planning to keep showing off?!”
Heartbroken Loli stord in, raising her nearly-ruined ch arm and swatting Wild Gale out of the air.
“Orson’s getting wrecked!”
Wild Gale hit the ground hard, rising with a sheepish scratch to the head. “Right, right. Forgot we were in a war. My bad.”
“I’m going serious now. Heads up, everyone.”
With a playful smirk, Wild Gale raised his angelic sword and swept low across the field like his nasake—a wild gale.
He started cutting people down in a blur. Each strike landed with surgical precision. Holy light erupted with every slash. Heads rolled. Bodies dropped.
The top NUK elites turned pale.
“Retreat!”
Kimchi Blade gave the order.
“But…”
Hana Snow stared at Aeloria, whose HP was down to critical. She still believed killing the beast would end the battle.
“Shut up!” Kimchi Blade roared.
After fighting Wild Gale, he knew exactly what these Godslayer freaks were made of.
They weren’t laughing on the battlefield because they were careless.
They were laughing… because they knew they could not lose.
“Regret to inform you—your ti is up.”
A haughty voice echoed across the battlefield.
Every NUK adventurer looked up.
A cot streaked down from the heavens, crackling with electricity.
Boom!
The cot crashed into the rear of the NUK formation like a teor. A tidal wave of earth erupted, launching bodies into the air.
A sword flashed. Lightning followed. Blood rained.
“What the hell is that thing…?”
“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!!”
All around, chaos broke out.
Over 200,000 NUK adventurers guarding the periter were now retreating like rats, driven from the mountain by so unseen terror.
A majestic bird cry pierced the sky.
Then—fire.
Hundreds of NUK warriors were incinerated, reduced to blackened husks.
“You declared war on US. Did you think there wouldn’t be a price?”
Bradley stepped through the scorched remains, lightning dancing around his golden armor, elental sword in hand.
“That’s Godslayer’s strongest warrior—Money Traveler!”
“And that beast… that’s the rumored US Divine-class mount! It belongs to the new Godslayer Guildmaster!”
Panic rippled through the NUK lines as intel ca flooding in.
“Bad news—Da Shun City and Dragonfang Fortress just got hit by forbidden magic!”
“What the hell are they saying… US is surrounding millions of NUK troops?”
They looked around.
No more than 4,000 to 5,000 US adventurers stood before them.
Yet the air itself felt like a death sentence.
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