How the Villain Lives

25. Winners and losers.

Eli, who thought he had earned enough time, focused his mind beyond the lens to help him again. However, no enemy was seen anywhere. However, I could see the building explode.

"Huh? You caught up?"

Eli was able to provide support only to the extent that he could get into his vision. So Seonghoon left complex buildings and made it easy for Eli to shoot them while moving the rooftops and boulevards as planned. However, not entering the field of view is the same as saying that the plan was soon put in place.

If he was an archer, he would have used arrows to shoot arrows with broken orbits, such as Tucian or induced, or flying arrows no matter what happened to the target he was aiming for once, but Madopo was sure to be powerful, but it was difficult to change it with various skills.

Eventually, Eli decides to focus his mind on the intruder.

I didn't know it would be possible if he could back it up, maybe not just at the level of making time. The magic unfolding in the distance was different from the magic unfolding in the distance, and the man was already stumbling.

"Surprisingly, I don't think we need to use the last resort."

Qaaaaaah!

It's cracked and collapsed everywhere, but the sturdy wall breaks down.

Beyond that was the appearance of Jack holding Claymore on his right hand and Black Energy on his left.

Living, evil, anger, and all sorts of desperate emotions that distorted the surrounding space made it chilly to see. The black wings from the back and the geometric tattoos that floated all over the body made it look like the word demon or demon king.

'... Shouldn't this be the last way to use it?'

The Holy Hun, who was watching him from beginning to end, swallowed up a drowsiness. Of course, he was still harassing Jack with all his might, without any tension on the outside. Even though Eli's support was cut in the middle and did not attract the traps he had made in advance, this market was not bad enough to fight.

"You monkey!"

"Jack is a bull. Huhu."

From a massive heavy weaponry and basic physical fitness to a fairly massive jack, using relatively small, thin swords and dances, it was not good in terms of Seonghun and the atmosphere to demonstrate a weatherable combat style. Moreover, the area around the shop is dense, so it took a lot to swing a sword and it was hard to fight with power.

Moreover, the biggest problems were set aside.

"Argh…."

With the insect-eating sensation in my stomach, my craving crawled up. If he wasn't in the middle of a fight, he would have thrown up.

'I was forgetting the curse. I can't believe I overlooked the most important HP reduction because I lost my mind.'

1% per minute, a death curse that lasts for a total of 72 hours.

When I was awake, I might somehow be alive using potions and herbs like water, but without a colleague, the curse of extreme power that could have cost me my life even when I was asleep was eating. Seeing the bloodstream flowing from Jack's mouth, Sung-hoon thought that his attack had finally worked, but was wrong.

The biggest damage to Jack during this trick was the self-destruction caused by the curse, not by the trap and deterrence of the Holy Hun, nor by Eli's magic and snipers. I thought it might be really dangerous to go this way.

'Fast fastening! It's not time to hide what's in your spleen right now, it's time to die like hell!'

"Ghost. Any last words?"

"Isn't that what you have to do, not me? I don't look very well, but I'd appreciate it if you fell down."

"Yes, that's your last words. I've played well so far, but I think we should finish it."

The black wings get bigger and start covering Jack's front. While Sung-hoon was nervous about the unexpected, Jack had already finished all the preparations.

[Do you want to activate the Horseshoe?]

"Yes."

Skills you have gained so far and have never used because of penalties. Now was the time to use that skill.

[Horseshoeing activates]

[Increases Strength, AGI, HP and Magic Power by 100% during skill retention time.]

[Reduce all damage by 50%. Receive 200% damage from Light, Castle, and Passover attributes]

[Receive 50% of all damage that was reduced at the end of the mashup.]

[Permanently decreases HP and Magic Power by 20. Luck decreases permanently by 60.]

"Krrrr."

I didn't make any animal noises in particular. I simply exhaled, but I heard the sound of the vocal cords changing. But I wasn't in the mood for such triviality. Overflowing power from the whole body! There was nothing to express but the word power.

"Very good..."

A body full of rather thick voices, dark bites, crooked letters, and symbols. At this moment, Jack is not perfectly human. Claymore, who was cursed and felt somewhat heavy, was now as light as a branch.

Lifting his head, he still can't see his face, but until now he has seen ghosts who have never seen a playful attitude. That alone was a satisfactory enough jack.

"Let's have a look at Jarong."

It was instantaneous.

Clearly, there was quite a distance, but I was literally sober and saw Jack swinging his sword with a twinkling smile right in front of me. The reason Sung-hoon was able to stop the attack was because he had little time to respond.

From Sung-hoon's point of view, he swiped his sword as fast as he could with vaporization, but compared to Claymore's speed, it only seemed infinitely slow as if a snail were crawling. He barely stopped the attack, but Seong Hoon literally didn't respond and bounced aside like an arrow.

Whoo-hoo!

It sounded like a bell ringing, and the glass pane nearby was broken. I felt like I was hit by a car.

'No, I've never actually been hit by a car.'

As I flew backwards, I began to grasp the situation while maintaining a strange calm spirit. The situation has reversed with a single strike. If it wasn't Rune Blade that he was holding, he would have turned into a bloody loaf the moment he faced his first strike.

It was bent like it would break, but it came back like it proved to be not a legendary item.

'The power rose at once. Buff Type Skill? I will judge from the hard looks and energies of human beings, but the magic skills that I can use are sacred...'

"You can still sell it to someone else, can't you?"

The second attack hit his back.

Strikes with palms, not swords. That alone broke the Mountain of Fire Dragon Armor. If I hadn't strengthened my gut with magic, I would have died.

'Twice was enough to drive me to death. Luckily, he's trying to play with me now, using his guard.'

It was Jack who played with the prey because he thought the situation was reversed even though he could finish with a sigh. Sung-hoon is different. If there is a gap, he doesn't give you time to stab and react without hesitation.

"Whip!"

The colored magic sphere began to explode, spinning like a whirlpool around the Holy Hun without any special goal. Moreover, I decided to cover my eyes as much as possible with the dust that occurs and use a small amount of spleen.

Sung-hoon, who was thinking about two techniques, soon created a sphere with light properties and began to absorb it into the sword.

'Sexual Attribute Misoverlap! I see the end with this.'

However, as I moved to the place as distracted as possible, I noticed something strange while focusing on evasion as much as possible. No matter how far away the attack is, it's normal to suppress it by blowing it, but I didn't see that color at all.

After all, there was no attack until the superimposition was over, and Sung-hoon stopped with a blunt face.

"You're not attacking?"

"I was wondering how great it was to prepare. Come."

"Is it real?"

"Seriously."

"……."

This moment is a confident attitude, as if you can't do anything to hurt yourself. However, Sung-hoon could not give up.

"If that's the case, let's take it. It's my final skill."

"I think the nightclub lights would suit you. It's a little bit like that, but there's only one color."

When he didn't really hit him, Sung-hoon rushed towards him, dropping from his arms to the dashket. Jack raises his sword with a smile in front of the best of SeongHun, who boasts the best in momentum, speed and power.

"You didn't say you wouldn't fight back. Right?"

Qaaaaaaaah!

It was only Jack alone that the explosion swept the surroundings, with the superimposing prick and swinging of Jack, standing in a dusty ruin.

"Because you ran away so fast. I thought it would be a lot more comfortable for you to let me chase you than I chase you. So I guess it's over now, isn't it, ghost?"

"……."

"Hmm, did you lose consciousness?"

His left arm, which was holding the book, had been torn from the dead and his complexion never looked good. Jack also suffered damage because it was an attack of superior character, but it was not comparable to Sung-hoon.

To finish neatly, as soon as I approached close to Sung-hoon buried in the building, my injuries occurred as if they were a lie, and I stabbed Jack in the sword again with a splendid body.

"Not through."

When he bounced the sword with his finger, he could not overcome the power contained in it, and Sung-hoon almost fell to his side. The reason he didn't fall was because Jack grabbed the arrow of Seong-hoon and pulled it all the way to his front.

"Do you know why I saved your life so far?"

"Shush."

"I wanted to see what looked like in that mask, so I kept it alive on purpose. Huh? I really wanted to see the face beyond that mask!"

As I took the ghost's forehead, I began to crack the mask. It's an elite item, but it's not a combat item, and it seems like there was a lot to endure from Jack's fist that popped through his forehead with a marsupial boot.

Then, with the sound of cracking in the porcelain, some of the mask was broken and fell to the ground.

"You're a handsome face, aren't you? What the hell were you doing in that mask because you didn't want to show me? Huh? Show me a little more!"

"… Khh."

"Huh? If you have something to say, do it straight."

"Phew, Phew."

"... Are you still laughing? That's a lot of guts. There are very few people who can smile in the face of death. Keep smiling."

Kwajik!

As the spirit became confused with the piercing that led to the elongation, the Holy Spirit shed tears over injustice, not suffering.

'Mr., fuck, I'm not laughing...'

Why does the masking effect burst out at this time and fuck people? It was a time when even someone's malice was felt.