Max Level Newbie

Whoo-oh-oong.

a club swinging violently

The surrounding landscape was shattered by a giant attack that showed such destructive power as if the mythical figure Teseus was like that.

Many craters appeared as if they had been hit by a carpet bombing.

Vulcan and 27 other subjugates were lost in their own thoughts, watching the scene of the bloody battle.

'Is it impolite for him to compare to Teseus?'

It would be.

All alone were those who had the power to destroy the planets of the underworld if they had enough time.

I can't believe you're comparing those who have such tremendous power to Teseus.

It was ridiculous.

But even among those who are so great, there is a gap in power.

The result was decided after a fierce confrontation.

A slender woman, who had been on the defensive all this time, won.

Gaehan, who wielded a club and drove him like an angry bull, trembled with deep regret.

But he didn't make any excuses.

If she had made up her mind, she would have lost her life.

He snatched the thin blood from the scar on the neck.

Then he trudged away and left.

Seeing his lonely back, the other gods could not say anything.

Anxiety that the backside of that giant might be his future.

It was weighing heavily on their hearts, and made the atmosphere of the hall solemn.

Of course, this was not the case for Dmitria, a Yongin woman who won the first battle.

She returned to the place where the gods were gathered with a happy face, and flung down to the seat with the expression of a perfect spectator.

There are 15 people who can enter the final gate, and all 29 of them are members of the main body.

In other words, if you beat only one opponent who was paired with you, you would pass.

That's why Demishla can enjoy the upcoming trials of others at ease.

Everyone looked at her with envious looks.

The two Junsins, who will soon start the battle, and those who are not ready yet because they have quite a few turns left.

But Clutusmann was an exception.

With a relaxed face, he gave a review of the Daeryeon just now.

"Too strong. It's like me. Why am I seeing you for the first time when you're so strong? Was it only at the Dragon Temple?”

"Hey, get the mood and be quiet."

"Yes."

Clutus who was struck by the Vulcan.

But he wasn't in a bad mood at all.

No, rather, a situation in which he feels good enough to laugh and accept whatever he says.

With a cheerful look on his face, he shrugged and watched the front.

It was to see the upcoming Daeryeon.

Vulcan looked at him with such a look of reluctance.

'I can't believe he won by default.'

I didn't like it.

Of course, one lucky person had to come out from the moment there were not exactly 30 people gathered here, but that's why it's Clutus.

Vulcan drew attention from Clutus as his cousin bought the land and felt a stomachache.

Then the second battle began.

The battle also took place in a serious and heavy atmosphere.

As it was the last gateway held once every 100 years, everyone gathered here desperately and had no choice but to participate in the battle.

Because of this, everyone ran into each other with all their might from the beginning, and the decision was made at such a rapid pace.

Fortunately, there were no major injuries.

It was because there were some differences in the skills of both sides, which were usually sparring.

The winner considered the loser through proper force control, and the loser also felt his lack of ability and accepted the result neatly.

Watching the scene, Vulcan was able to grasp Honus' intentions.

'You've divided the top and bottom from the very beginning and made a good match.’

As the blanks that could check the level through the system, I could feel it more clearly, and nodded as if I agreed.

If you make a random formation and you lose to the top two in the expected ranking, nothing will be as unfair as that.

In order to prevent such mishaps, and to make sure that those who fail also don't feel sorry, 15 people seemed to be selected in this way.

"Hmm."

In fact, it didn't matter much from the perspective of Vulcan.

Because I was confident that I would not lose to anyone who gathered here.

If there had been such a presence in the late 900th level as Cheongnyong Cheongpung, I wouldn't have dared to think of this, but all the people gathered here were even.

He looked at his opponent, half-sin, waiting quickly for his turn, the final battle, to come.

The image of meditating in preparation for the upcoming fight without even looking at himself.

His skin was numb with the solemn energy that naturally rose around him.

Vulcan momentarily recalled the six zones in Belong City, among them Heywood, Paulken and Logweed, which are called fighters.

The opponent in front of me was much stronger than the three.

But he was stronger.

It's not just dominance, but if you fight 10 times, you'll get overwhelming results.

Thinking so far, Vulcan smiled.

I can't believe that he, who was only a 99-level favorite, was able to be so relaxed even though he faced an opponent that surpassed the 6 zone.

It was full of emotion, and somehow tears rolled up.

I'm not even on the throne yet, but I have a long way to go.

Suddenly, the feeling that such a thing was not a concern filled the Vulcan's heart.

It's as if the road ahead is already perfectly paved, and I'm convinced that I'm walking toward a set future.

Vulcan closed his eyes for a moment and recovered his feelings.

Then he made a deeper smile than before.

'This confidence, it's been a long time.’

It was a bit awkward, but not a bad feeling.

Vulcan so fully enjoyed the positive feeling until his turn, and slowly opened his eyes only after Honus's call.

What appears to be 14 subjugates and Honus whose results are fixed.

And his rival, 908 level half-body, looking at him.

It was so powerful that it was located at the top of Act 2, where the monsters of the monsters gathered.

But in the eyes of the Vulcan, it didn't look so great.

It just felt that way, even though he was certain to be the object of respect, jealousy and envy for most people, obviously of great power.

And it seems that this idea is not just about myself.

The eyes of 14 gods on themselves.

Expectations were pouring all over the body from the first to overcome the fear of the "light in the dark" and move one step ahead.

a terrific reaction that would be seen only by a tournament favorite.

Naturally, the rival in front of him became Underdog's position.

Cargos, the half-body who read the mood, stiffened his impression and bit his lower lip.

His pride was hurt.

"I've never seen this in a thousand years since I was born half-naked.’

I felt worse because I wasn't used to it.

Of course, his opponent looked great.

He didn't know in detail because he worked in a place other than the source of evil, but just by looking at that self-respecting Clutus losing and entering, he had a rough idea of how good he would be.

However, he hasn't lost yet.

After a clear win or loss is decided, I will respect his strength and leave here without hesitation.

However, even before the start of the battle, I couldn't bear the fact that the result was decided.

He wasn't here to put his opponent in front of him.

It had reached this far as one imposing half-body, and one who would soon rise to the position of God.

He spoke in a subdued voice.

"May I start?"

" "··그래그래그래그래그래. Let's get started.

Honus also signaled the start of the battle in a serious voice, perhaps feeling Cargos' resolve.

Immediately after that, a mysterious silver energy burst out of Cargos' arms.

Whoooooooooooong.

a harrowing energy that flutters like a flame

The gods, who were only paying attention to the Vulcan side, looked at the Cargos side with startled eyes, and some of them groaned.

Because the energy of his body growing like a stalactite, covering his arm, felt very majestic.

A dignified yet weighty figure, like the sword of a general born from the hand of a famous master.

Some people talked to Cargos, who seemed to be firm and shrewd overall.

"That's more than I thought. I thought of course they'd win."

"That's great, though, I think the Vulcan will win."

"Oh, he was the man of rumors. Well, I agree with you, but..."

"Yes. I feel like the battle will last longer than I thought."

Words that represent a sharp rise in their assessment of Cargos.

Cargos's lips rose slightly when he heard it, but again he returned to his expressionless face.

This is because his pride was hurt once again by the fact that no one has changed his prediction of winning or losing, even though he has revealed his strength.

He gnawed his molar and looked toward the blanks.

He still stood at ease.

What has changed is that he pulled the sword out of the sword and surrounded the whole body with a subtle golden energy.

He was a cocky figure who never thought he was wary of himself.

He eventually couldn't contain his anger and gave his lower body a boost.

The idea of jumping out at once like a spring and giving a blow to that relaxed face.

Cargos thought, glaring with his eyes, glaring at the Vulcan.

'Where, let's see if you can make that face under this attack!’

However, things didn't go as he thought.

As soon as his leg muscles swell up like those of a beast, and he was about to take a leap forward.

He freaked out at the moment, feeling the bulkan's face enlarged.

'No!'

Speed that you don't even recognize!

His eyes were teary at the sight that made him doubt if he had stopped time and moved.

Toward such Cargos, the Vulcan swung the lightning sword of the brain cavity.

Surprised again at the terrifying speed of thunder falling from the sky, Cargos hurriedly crossed his arms in X-shape and lifted them into the sky.

Most of the half-body strength gathered to attack flowed into both arms, the point of hitting, and the rest soaked into the muscles of the whole body to prepare for the aftermath of the upcoming collision.

His ability to respond quickly enough to be admired by those watching him.

It was an incredibly flexible response for a player to be taken away by Vulcan.

But,·····.

He didn't know.

For 100 years, how sharp the Vulcan's attack, which has been aimed at the day without a day's rest from the source of evil.

And how powerful the lightning sword of the brainwork, which he holds, has been strengthened twice.

a hand-wringing paddies

There was no loud, raw noise when the great force and force collided.

It's just the creepy sound that would come out when a handy rascal cuts the death penalty's throat.

Took.

The sound of two flesh drops penetrated their ears once again.

Very small, but the sound of thunder rapping their heads.

They swallowed their saliva and looked at Vulcan and Cargos.

“······.”

The bulkans that stop in a position as if they would cut off the top of the Cargos right away.

And Cargos, with both arms missing, wetting the floor with blood.

Forgetting the pain coming up from his severed arm, he stared at the Vulcan with a dejected look.

"Ha, ha."

Nothing was said.

It's just a broken laugh.

So for a second or two, he looked at the mysterious pupil of the blanks and closed his eyes.

It was the attitude of a man who fully admits his defeat.

Honus, who was watching the whole situation with a calm expression, opened his mouth.

"Bulcan victory."