Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger!

From the look of things, although Shirley had been humiliated, she hadn't been violated yet, prompting Shye to thank the heavens for barely making it on time.

Had he decided to not finish off that Veiron instantly then…

Shivering at the thought of what could have happened, the anger inside his heart intensified even more.

'Appraisal.'

[Name]: Haoran Lee

[Level]: 212

[Occupation]: Former Adventurer (Diamond)

[Class]: Warrior

[Skills]: [(Dark) Charm Lv.5][Dash Lv.5] [Power Slash Lv.5][Destructive Chop Lv.5][Mighty Cleave Lv.5][Swift Lunge Lv.5][Lethal Edge Lv.5(Uncommon)][Savage Smash Lv.5(Uncommon)][Riposte Lv.5(Uncommon)][Lesser Tame Lv.5(Uncommon)][(Light)Lunarian Slash Lv.5(Rare)][(Light)Celestial Blessing Lv.4(Rare)][(Light) Holy Zone Lv.3(Unique)]

[Strength: 370]

[Intelligence: 120]

[Agility: 350]

[Dexterity: 360]

[Stamina: 300]

[Vitality: 270]:

[Wisdom: 140]

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'Heh, an ex-diamond-ranked adventurer? A good match…'

"Hoh? The little lover has come to rescue this young bitch? How cute. You've arrived at the perfect time. I'll make you watch as I toy with your lover right in front of you."

Naturally, such words only served to deepen Shye's fury; strangely, though, his thinking was still crystal clear, unclouded by the anger shrouding his heart.

Repulsed by the filthy old bastard's face, Shye initiated the attack, reappearing right below the hulking old man with the help of his [Dash] skill; then, almost simultaneously, he slashed his greatswords diagonally upwards, empowering them with his trusty [Power Slash].

Since Haoran did not expect the ashen-haired young man in front of him to be so fast, he was slightly caught off guard, resulting in a clumsy greataxe block that made him stagger backward—a small blunder that Shye was determined to exploit further.

Sticking to the stumbling old filth like glue, Shye activated [Boost] on his right leg and delivered a powerful flying kick to Haoran, sending him hurtling across the floor and slamming hard into the rocky walls.

"Puhaahk…"

Haoran felt his guts churn after receiving a clean kick, allowing him to realize that the young man in front of him wasn't as weak as he expected him to be.

Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret, and what seemed to be a small mistake of underestimating his opponent turned out to be something huge—enough to threaten his life.

The old filth couldn't be blamed, though, as Shye's strength was indeed way too anomalistic for his age.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Haoran had seen his fair share of geniuses and killed a good few of them, yet, he had never encountered someone as strong as the ashen-haired young man in front of him, causing him to inevitably underestimate Shye.

…Feeling the familiar sense of danger approaching from behind the smokescreen produced by his violent wall crash, Haoran's eyes widened, forcing him to use his [Dash] skill to finally escape the young man's ruthless streak of attacks.

"K-Kuuhh…you little bastard, you'll pay fo–?!"

Shye wasn't in the mood to converse with the old filth; hence, he didn't even allow Haoran to speak, continuing his onslaught despite the hulking old bastard's efforts to escape.

Still, unexpected as his relentless attacks may be, Haoran was no slouch.

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Temporarily shutting up, the old filth mightily brandished his greataxe downwards, generating roaring embers as it aimed to clash with Shye's greatswords.

'Mighty Cleave!'

*CLANG!*

This time, Shye was momentarily sent staggering backward as his attack wasn't empowered by a skill while Haoran's was.

Thus, he inevitably lost the clash. After all, despite him having a small advantage in terms of the strength attribute with the help of his [Greatsword Meister] talent, the gap wasn't enough to overcome the additional boost provided by a skill.

'Hmpph, let's see if your old bones can keep up with repeated clashes then!' Shye inwardly sneered in disdain as he once again attacked, hacking, slashing, and stabbing Haoran while demonstrating immaculate footwork.

Initially, the old filth was able to keep up—albeit losing slightly.

However, as time went on, the small losses piled up; and now, Haoran was decisively on the back foot, struggling to fend off Shye's attacks despite using his uncommon skills.

"I'm done playing your games, brat! Lunarian Slash!"

Finally using one of his rare-tier skills, slash marks forming into a huge asterisk headed straight towards Shye, forcing him to use his [Stoic] skill along with two charges of boost on his [Power Slash]-empowered attack just to barely defend against the old bastard's rare skill.

Still, it didn't change the fact that the rare-tier skill failed to end him.

As soon as they went back to their usual exchanges, Shye was confident that he would slowly win and beat the crap out of the old filth again, hence, he mockingly smiled at the old man.

"Heh, that's it? If you don't have anything else, then allow me to beat the sh*t out of you again, old filth!"

"Hmmph! You don't have to worry about anything else as I will be ending you in the next few moments! Celestial Blessing!"

Hearing the old man activate his other rare-tier skill, Shye smiled as heavenly light descended from the high ceiling of the ninth floor, enveloping Haoran.

The holy rays bathed the old filth, causing warm energies to course through his body.

…Based on its name, Shye deduced that the skill would probably boost the old man's attributes, however, he didn't care.

After all, he also had his.

Before Haoran could even send a mocking smile his way, a primordial, unsettling howl, reminiscent of demons from hell, echoed across the ninth floor, its intensity magnified by the enclosed space.

Shortly after, blackish-transparent rotting mana wings emerged on Shye's back, spreading eerily before folding once more, prompting the old filth to narrow his eyes.

This time, Haoran took the initiative, charging straight towards Shye to test him.

Unfortunately for the old filth, a single flap of Shye's wings negated his decisively taken initiative.

The ashen-haired young man simply reappeared in front of him and brought his greatswords slashing downwards, as a result, Haoran clumsily slashed back.

Only, despite the old bastard's celestial blessings, he was still the one pushed back.

"Heh, what's the plan now, old bastard? I'm telling you, if you can't defend yourself, I'll make you go through hell today."