Second World Novel

Queen Magenta however, was not in the mood to enjoy their cheers. She immediately sent out orders for their members to gather.

Warpath was also not feeling well for hanging around. He bid Queen Magenta goodbye and walked away from the place.

But before he went far, he heard a provocative voice.

"Hey, runner up! What's the hurry?"

Warpath had known the source of that voice before he even turned back.

"How dare you! Are you tired of living?" He snapped at Jack. The others who were just about to go away minding their own business stopped in their tracks, they all turned their attention to those two players.

Jack smiled despite the threat, "heh, you have been running your mouth all this while. Do you know why I never bother to deal with you in the dungeon?"

"What are you trying to say?"

Jack pulled out his long sword, "it won't be satisfying if you only lost 1 level."

The crowd was in an uproar once they heard Jack's words. Jeanny was about to go and stop him when she was held by Queen Magenta.

Queen Magenta said with a wicked grin, "I don't know where his confidence comes from, but he will soon know the reason Warpath is well known amongst game experts."

Jeanny said with a wry smile, "actually… I was trying to prevent it because if he kills Warpath who was our guild's ally, he might come into conflict with us."

"What nonsense! You are just a little girl who knows nothing. Get the hell back and just watch!" Queen Magenta said with dissatisfaction.

Selena only frowned when she heard Jeanny's comment.

On the side of Death Associates, Red Death whispered to Scarface, "should we use this opportunity to assassinate him?"

"No," Scarface replied. "The guy had scored the first rank in the dungeon, I don't think it was a coincidence. He must have gotten stronger compare to before. I also do not think he is a reckless person. He should already see us around, yet he still chooses to take action here, meaning he is confident even if we interfere. Let Warpath probes him first, we will react according to the situation."

Dashrunner who was organizing the other members of White Scarfs around the outskirts of the dungeon entrance came to Silverwing, "should we give a hand?"

Silverwing glanced at the group from Wicked Witches and Death Associates, then said, "no need. But pay attention to those two guilds. If they make a move, then we will too."

"Affirmative," Dashrunner replied.

Warpath was not about to let himself be intimidated. He pulled out his two swords, Jack recognized one of them as the rare sword from one of the Boss' loots. Warpath gave an evil grin, "boy, I was still thinking of a way about how I should deal with you, but you just give me a reason to. Now I am going to teach you the difference between real skill and luck."

Jack couldn't help but laughed, "it's funny and annoying at the same time every time I see you people who keep on linking fame with strength."

"It is because of my strength that I become famous," Warpath exclaimed.

"And now it is my strength that will take your fame away," Jack retorted.

Warpath gave a loud laugh, "haha! You can try, boy!"

"Then I will," Jack said before his body released blood red aura. His already high attributes skyrocketed once he used the Life Burning Art.

Warpath was stunned by Jack's sudden change, he had also sensed a suffocating pressure when the red blood aura appeared. His response was delayed due to the abnormal development and failed to react when a crescent light suddenly shot towards him. The light crashed right onto his chest.

He felt the pain as a horrific red number appeared above him, 298 damage! His HP pool was 380. This one hit had taken the majority of his HP away, leaving him with only 82 HP left. The sudden turn of events terrified him.

No critical? Jack thought it's a pity, the fight would have ended right then and there if the hit scored a critical. He still had the extra damage multiplier from the Whetstone and the Chicken Wing food, hence he wanted to take advantage of it before it expired. Despite he knew he had a complete advantage in attributes, Jack must admit that Warpath's fame did not come from nowhere. Jack reckoned his martial ability should be not far from Red Death's level. Hence, he had decided to take down the man here and now, since the man had shown extreme hostility against him. He chose to halt the man's growth so that he did not become a big threat later.

Jack used Charge while Warpath was still in a daze. Warpath was startled again by a move that he was not familiar with, but he managed to control his body to dodge this time. He jumped sideways while rolling his body and slashed, making a dodge and counterattack at the same time. Jack must admit the guy's degree of control over his body movements was indeed excellent.

However, the speed and reflex Jack got from his attributes' advantage were not to be underestimated either. He reacted to Warpath's counterattack by canceling his Charge and ducked from the slash. He then sidestepped to the direction Warpath had jumped to. His speed allowed him to arrive at that spot just as Warpath landed on the ground.

Jack's speed caught Warpath off guard again, he hastily tried to dodge Jack's slash which was aimed at his neck when he landed. His hasty dodge caused him to be off-balance. Jack used the chance to swiped his imbalanced feet using his leg. This swipe made him completely lose his balance and fell on his back.

Before his back even touch the ground. He saw Jack swung his sword down. The sword connected with his torso and he could feel a tremendous force pushed him down and slammed his body heavily onto the ground. The ground cracked with a loud boom as his body sank halfway into the ground.

His eyes were still staring in disbelief before it all turned dark.

Jack sheathed his sword after executing the Power Strike. The damage from this move had completely devoured Warpath's remaining life. The crowds that were standing around them were gaping with their mouths open. They were expecting an exciting battle, and many even favored Warpath's chance in victory. Yet, not even half a minute had passed, the outcome of the battle had already been decided.

Especially Queen Magenta, whose eyes were so wide that people might have mistaken her for having eye disease. She had just scolded Jeanny for her illogical comment, yet the illogical phenomenon had appeared right before her eyes. She kept on asking herself was that truly Warpath on the ground? Why was the fight so one-sided?

Red Death and Scarface were wearing a gloomy look. They had expected Jack to had gotten stronger, but wasn't this a bit too ridiculous? They had known about his crazy high attributes, but now he also exhibited a range of skills that were completely foreign to them, especially that first strike move he had executed, the damage and speed were absolutely frightening.

If it was them instead of Warpath, who was a Fighter, that had been hit by that skill, they would have been killed in just one hit. Where did he find such an absurdly overwhelming skill? Not to mention as well the red aura on his body, they were sure that aura gave him some kind of buff which furthered his advantage.

Silverwing looked at the crowds around. He could understand their consternation. He himself was rather surprised. He thought he had seen Jack's every move in the fight with the dungeon boss, but after seeing the red aura on Jack's body, apparently he still kept another ace hidden. He wondered if there were still other secrets Jack was keeping from them. But with him slaying Warpath in front of this crowd, he had finally showed his fangs to the gaming community. People would not dare to treat him as a nobody any longer.