Chapter 521: 487, Inner Venue Seating Arrangent (Today’s 10,000-character update, requesting monthly passes) Chapter 521: 487, Inner Venue Seating Arrangent (Today’s 10,000-character update, requesting monthly passes) Charles was most familiar with the Asilo Clan’s Angel’s Thorn, a transcendent swordsmanship which had earned him countless accomplishnts and victories over formidable foes—but with Zimrman at his side, he could only utilize the swordsmanship he had improved on during his ti at the Behemoth National Academy.
Even so, with his solid foundation in swordsmanship, even the most common techniques beca extraordinary in Charles’s hands, striking with fierce and overwhelming force.
Despite the power of the sixth-level beast, Charles had Eagle Strike, with which he could engage swiftly, ensnaring the creature single-handedly.
Zimrman did not co to assist; instead, he cleared out the “lesser monsters” at the fastest speed possible, his body radiant with Fighting Spirit, a sure sign that he had learned from the official courses in Radiant Breathing thod and Divine Light ditation Technique at the Royal Hogwarts University—his Fighting Spirit was refined and robust, and his Special Ability cultivated from ditation was authentically grand and majestic.
Indeed, Zimrman Axel Robin was a rare genius seen only once in a hundred years at the Royal Hogwarts University.
“Recently advanced” to the fifth Extraordinary Rank, Zimrman wielded his newfound power with a seasoned hand, not at all like soone who had just ascended.
Hmm, even if the Evil God himself arrived, he wouldn’t believe Zimrman was only a fifth-level.
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In just a few minutes, Zimrman had slaughtered over a dozen monsters and acquired two Divine Fragnts.
At this point, Charles, while still in control, found it sowhat difficult to kill a sixth-level beast relying purely on his third-level Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit—especially since he dared not use any of his Special Abilities, restricted to employing only Eagle Eye and Eagle Strike, and even his sword techniques were quite basic.
Now, Charles realized just how much difference there could be within the sa Extraordinary Rank due to different Special Abilities and weapons.
If he had Bloody Glory, he would have already defeated this monster.
With an additional Extraordinary Weapon, even if there were two or three beasts of the sa rank, he could have easily erged victorious.
Zimrman did not leap imdiately into battle but instead perford several restorative Radiant Breathing thods and checked his weapon again, tidying his shoes.
Then he let out a light shout and joined the battle, wielding a two-handed broadsword common in the New Continent, different from the rapiers popular in the Old Continent, with moves that were more fierce and explosive.
With a single blow, he severed one hind leg of the beast—it was evident that Zimrman had been scheming this strike for a while, his earlier inactivity was not just for simple repairs but also for observing the beast’s weaknesses.
This beast, a typical four-legged creature, ant that losing a leg substantially reduced its mobility.
Charles didn’t even need to use Eagle Strike; his speed already surpassed that of the beast.
His third-level Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit circulating, he moved behind the creature and with a forceful slash, cut off another of the beast’s hind legs.
With both hind legs gone, the beast could only roll on the ground, bellowing loudly.
However, while this rolling rendered the beast practically helpless, it also made it harder for Charles and Zimrman to land a hit.
Both experienced fighters, they withdrew to a safe distance, and with two shots, Charles blinded the beast.
Zimrman extended two fingers to his forehead, and after a brief mont, both his forehead and fingertips sparkled with an extraordinary light.
Charles recognized this as a fatal strike from the Radiant Secret thod and shrugged his shoulders, stepping aside.
Indeed, after accumulating enough power, Zimrman unleashed a beam of light that pierced through the beast’s skull.
This move took too long to charge for practical use in combat, but for striking a stationary target, its power was close to twenty to thirty percent of that of the Magic-Breaking Bombshell Bullet.
The monstrous remains had yielded two Divine Fragnts and a cluster of Runes.
Zimrman picked up the two Divine Fragnts and handed the Runes to Charles, saying, “Quite the coincidence, it’s a Beastman’s Special Ability.
I have no use for it, but you do.”
Truthfully, Charles didn’t need the Beastman’s Special Ability either, as he was cultivating Bloody Glory.
However, after inspecting the Bloodthirsty Rune, he nonetheless absorbed it into his body.
This Bloodthirsty Rune was—Malice!
It was a supportive Special Ability and not limited by race; any Beastman could condense it.
In other words, no matter what kind of Beastman he turned into, this Rune could erge and be wielded.
However, the applicability of Malice was limited; it could only use a ferocious will to intimidate enemies.
Most Mid to High-Level Transcendents were immune to Malice, and even when faced with Low-Level Transcendents, it wasn’t very effective, making limited impact on combat.
Zimrman said to Charles, “If we keep killing like this, clearing out the monsters in this Underground City, will our strength not skyrocket, allowing us both to ascend to High-Level?”
Charles shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Maybe!”
“But we have to start fighting again.”
Having fought with the sixth-order monster for so long, they had already drawn the attention of a large number of monsters.
No sooner had Charles finished speaking than more than ten monsters, their movents sluggish, made their approach.
Seeing that they were undead creatures, Charles switched to the Magnum Hand Shuttle, taking down each monster with one shot.
The defense of these undead creatures was low, and aside from being sowhat disgusting, they were quite easy to kill.
Zimrman walked over and set the group of undead creatures ablaze.
This ti, however, they gained nothing, but he wasn’t discouraged.
He pulled Charles to another location as the area had attracted too many monsters.
They were rely “Low-Level Transcendents” and couldn’t possibly face so many monsters at once.
The two encountered two more groups of monsters, none of which were Transcendent.
After dispatching them, they didn’t gain any spoils of war either.
However, both knew it was ti to recover their strength.
They stopped fighting and found a quiet corner to rest.
It was still Zimrman who provided the food and water, while Charles took out a piece of cloth and began carefully wiping down his rapier.
Although the weapon could barely be considered fine quality, it was not an Extraordinary Weapon.
After cutting down dozens of monsters, it had sustained considerable damage.
It was uncertain how much longer it could hold up in the battles to co.
Charles thought to himself, “If this rapier gets damaged, I’ll have to make do with the set of Flying Daggers.”
Charles hadn’t thrown all his daggers because, should his weapon break, he would still have a handy tool.
His Flying Dagger Technique involved not just throwing skills, but also close combat techniques.
After resting for a while, they re-entered the fray.
Unbeknownst to Charles, a silver Halo faintly appeared on his back, resembling a small silver snake winding its way around.
It seed the snake was reveling in delight as if it were at a concert, sitting in the front row with a chance to shake hands with the star.
Charles and Zimrman, joining forces, fought another seven or eight battles.
Zimrman had accumulated enough Divine Fragnts to advance again, breaking through to the sixth rank.
Charles’s Bloodthirsty Fighting Spirit was genuinely cultivated, and although it progressed much faster since he was naturally a High-Level Transcendent, it still wasn’t as fast as advancing by consuming Divine Fragnts.
He felt a bit envious but didn’t dwell on it.
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