The players, around thirty of them, stood in six different rows. They looked like a military unit preparing for the battle.
In front of them all, Ron stood with one hand holding a sword and another one holding a shield. He emitted a powerful aura that instilled fear and respect in all who looked at him.
"Follow ." With that simple order, Ron turned around and stepped through the door to the fourth floor.
The players, hesitant at first, followed right behind him. First, it was the leftmost row, then the right one, until all six rows of players had stepped through the door.
This was the last ti that this group of players were seen in the safe area.
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After a flash of light had passed, the players opened their eyes to an amazing view. They were standing on a long stairway that led up into the starry sky. The stairway was hovering in the air with no visible ans of support.
"Ah!" The players cried out; so of them almost even fell off the stairs in their shock.
"This is the fourth floor?" Donald looked around in amazent. "How mystifying."
Ron continued walking up the stairs, his boots echoing loudly with each step. Only one person was following him; it was Adam. Then, other players woke up from their shock and quickly followed after them.
It looked like the staircase led all the way to the space above. It just continued stretching on and on, seemingly without end.
At that mont, it was as if the reality around them shifted; the distance between them and the sky shrank rapidly until they all took the final steps on the stairway and stepped onto a starry platform.
The platform had stars engraved all over its surface, twinkling and shimring in the darkness. The platform was surrounded by the starry sky on all sides, creating a srizing and enchanting atmosphere.
The platform hovered in the air without any support and was as high as the clouds themselves. It was an experience unlike any other.
Those with a fear of heights felt their stomachs churn with anxiety as they looked down at the vast expanse below.
Ron stopped in the middle of the platform, then turned 180 degrees and faced all the players, who were amazed by the view.
"Excuse , where is the boss?" Seth asked, his voice trembling with slight anxiety. "This is the boss room, right?"
"That's right, this is the boss room." Ron nodded.
"Then where is the boss?" Ramon asked with a prideful voice. "I like the view and all, but I would like to leave the tutorial already!"
"Well, about that." Ron chuckled and stabbed his sword through the platform's floor. "I am the boss."
After the words echoed throughout the sky, the players exclaid and cried out in shock. "You're the boss?!"
"What the hell?!"
"Ahahaha..." Ramon laughed slowly and grinned sinisterly. "I see now. So, mind sharing your rank with us?"
"My rank is Grandeur." Ron said. "It is the sixth rank in the rcenary Hierarchy." 'Grandeurs are considered quite powerful; they are usually part of the core of the guild.'
"I see..." Ramon licked his lips and asked, "How strong are you from us?"
"Strong enough that even a thousand of you wouldn't be able to beat ." Ron said it with a cold voice.
"Hah, humble one." Ramon jokingly said, but he could feel the unfathomable pressure sinking his shoulders down.
He knew that defeating Ron wasn't an option. It wasn't even a possibility.
"How the hell can we clear this floor then?!" Seth asked in urgency.
"Clearing this floor has different requirents." Ron said and then, his fancy armor started disappearing into pixels, revealing a skin-tight black shirt that outlined his perfect muscles.
"You only need to land a scratch on , and you all will clear the floor."
"Only a scratch?"
"That should be easy enough..."
"It must be much harder than the third floor, so be prepared!"
"That's right, if Ron knows Kiryoku, we can't even land a hit on him!"
Ron, hearing all the discussions, smiled in amusent.
"Also, to make it even easier, I won't use any of the Three Powers or my skills. It will only be my sword and shield."
Hearing that, players felt excited and more confident about this upcoming challenge. However, there were a few players who weren't as naive.
Those were Ramon, Hannibal, Adam, and Donald.
They wore solemn expressions as they had a hunch that this wasn't going to be as easy as Ron made it sound.
"Whenever you all are ready." Ron chuckled, pulled out his sword from the ground, and faced the group of players.
At that mont, all the players noticed sothing strange-the shield and sword were exactly the sa as what Adam had been using. It was the ordinary steel shortsword and the
round shield!
This ant Ron wasn't even planning to use his vastly better weapons. He planned to use the sa poor weapons as them!
'How much is he handicapping himself? Facing thirty of us can't be that easy for him!'
That thought was shared by the majority of the players. They started to feel increasing
concern.
They all knew that Ron was stronger than them, but not by how much.
"Co on, didn't you guys want to leave?" Ron laughed. "This is your chance!"
The players hesitated, none of them wanted to be the first to attack.
At that mont, one player rushed past the players and swung his sword at Ron.
"Hahahaha!" Ron laughed after seeing who it was. "Co on, show what you're made of,
Adam!"
Clang!
Adam's shortsword clashed with Ron's sword. The sparks flew as they clashed in a fierce
confrontation.
CRACKKKKKK!
Adam side-stepped to the side, moved to Ron's side with amazing speed, and then drove his sword towards his exposed waist.
At that mont, Ron's shield ca down and parried the stabbing sword away.
Adam changed the grip on his sword slightly, then thrust it upwards towards Ron's chest.
Ron chuckled in amusent and took a slow step to the side, avoiding the thrust with ti to
spare.
Adam quickly moved his shield and ramd straight at Ron, but as if he expected it, he blocked the ramming attempt with his own shield.
The two shields clashed, but Adam couldn't force Ron to take a single step backwards. It was a clear difference in physical strength.
"Is that all?" Ron asked with a laugh. "Where is that speed of yours?"
Adam silently reeled back his sword, then started stabbing repeatedly towards Ron's face. Each stab was designed to deliver Instant Kill. He was fighting to kill his opponent!
Ron chuckled and weaved through the rain of stabs with a smile on his face. It looked so
effortless.
'Isn't he using Kiryoku?'
The players wondered to themselves as this resembled Kuruma's movents.
However, Adam knew the truth.
'He isn't using Kiryoku; it is just that all of my attacks look like they're moving in slow motion
in Ron's eyes. His speed is just beyond our comprehension.'
As Ron weaved through another wave of stabs, his ears perked up as he heard so noise. He
quickly spun around and blocked a machete strike with his shield.
"Oh, you might beco a nice assassin." Ron chuckled as he looked at the grim-looking Ramon. "I almost didn't hear you."
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