Chapter 33. How Could This Be Possible?

Number 11, Blatter, the Acid Sludge Monster, who had infinite clones.

It moved slowly, and the acid it secreted could melt most metal. It was also almost immune to physical attacks.

However, Char’s sword had struck the squirming, booger-sized, transparent core in its body.

Number 14, Violent Bear Osso.

His strength was as high as 125 points, his constitution and agility were 50 and 40 respectively, and he had thick skin and was almost immune to physical attacks!

Even an excellent level 40 Swordsman would not have an advantage against it.

However, Char seemed to have fought with it countless times. His speed was neither fast nor slow, and he was always a few millimeters away from the bear’s paw, avoiding it by a hair’s breadth every time. This made Osso angry and he cried out in pain. The last heavy punch that he could not hold back landed on his head, and he fainted.

Number 17, Lightning Magic Puppet, Krank.

Physical attacks below 300 points would not be able to break through the defense of the all-metal figure with a constitution of 200 points. To reach this number, one had to be at least level 35. Not to mention, it had a shield ten times its size and could slowly repair itself. It was simply a lawless mobile fortress!

However, Char was able to maneuver around as he was able to predict its landing point every time as if he had seen through its program …

Finally, Krank overheated and died. Char stood on top of his head and watched, not suffering any damage…

Number 18, Leopard Man, Bomb…

Number 21, Dwarf Wizard, Milywater…

Maica was scattering coins in the air while riding the wyvern.

His heart ached so much that he squeezed his small eyes out.

He felt so painful as he scattered the coins!

He threw out large amounts of gold coins into the pockets of the gamblers.

Since the opening of the fighting club in Astan City, there had never been such a scene.

The one who profited the most was still Evelyn.

The bag of silver next to the Dark Elf had all been exchanged for gold coins. There seemed to be more than a thousand of them.

She had earned it with a silver coin.

No one back then could achieve such efficiency.

If Char did not ask to fight ten opponents, then the game would be lost due to the lack of opponents as everyone unconditionally bet on Char winning

However, the problem was that Char was on the way to fighting ten opponents, and all of his opponents were from the dealer’s side.

The fighters in the fight club had their own set of odds for each of them. Regardless of whether it was high or low, as long as Char won, he would lose money.

The problem was that Char had never lost!

Moreover, he was not overwhelmingly strong.

On the contrary, he was still very weak.

The combat power that he had displayed was at best at the level of the Swordsman, Genya.

However, the way he used his power and his familiarity with his opponent was simply outrageous!

It was like carving cheese with a needle! Not a single bit of power was wasted, not a single unnecessary movement!

If these monsters had not grown up under Maica’s eyes, he would have thought that he had raised them!

From the initial shock to the current numbness, Maica was starting to panic.

What if…

What if he really ended all 26 opponents and came to face the last opponent?

Was he really going to summon that existence?

Although it was only a projection, Astan City was within the range of the Church of Judgment. If this was not courting death, what was it?

Maica had a headache.

Char’s current score was 9-0.

Not counting Johnny Orson, he was only two people away from killing ten people.

The number had already reached 24.

Maica would rather give him his head than give him 0.1% of the shares…

The Gold Association had a rule that the shares would come from the local person in charge, and he only had 0.1% of the shares.

‘Zin’rokh above, please save me!’

At this moment, a voice came from the arena.

Maica’s head hurt even more.

“Next.”

Char raised her sword and gave a look to Evelyn.

“Next!”

“Next!”

“Next!”

The audience was like Winston in heat. They jumped up, thumped their chests, and stomped on the floor, letting out moans of success in their courtship. Their shouts shook the sky, and even the breath of Maica’s wyvern could not stop them.

Maica turned around, scattered the coins in his hand, and came in front of Evelyn.

“What are you betting on this time?”

“Char.”

The answer remained the same.

Maica took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t you regret this!”

The Dark Elf laughed contemptuously. Her red lips parted slightly, her voice barely audible.

“Char, defeated.”

Maica was stunned.

‘Oh my Zin’rokh…

‘You… you heard my prayers?’

“What? Didn’t you hear me clearly?”

“No, nothing.”

Maica nodded vigorously, the red mushroom cap on his head shaking a few times.

However, the moment he turned around, the smile on the person in charge’s face turned into two sinister lines.

Now you know to stop …

It was too late!

Maica wanted to give Char the noob opponent, and he would like to see how Char handle it.

If he dared go easy on his opponent, he would be beaten to death by a gambling addict!

The red and green lights started to chase each other again. The exciting music accompanied by the audience’s howls slowed down.

The exciting moment was about to arrive!

The answer was revealed!

Ding! Ding!

Red light. Number 1.

The stadium was silent, and a moment later, earth-shaking laughter erupted. The content was nothing more than laughing about whether the mic machine was faulty, and that one could not renege on debt if they lost their underwear…

How could Char, who was Number 24, lose to Number 1?

How was that possible?

This must be Maica’s bad luck. He had wanted to release number 27, but an extra crystal rolled in!

However, Char, who was standing in the ring, understood that this was Maica’s revenge.

The child beggar with the number 1 was one of them.

However, unfortunately, this was not enough to disgust him, because this was one of his main goals for coming here.

The other goal was naturally experience and money.

Without even calculating, Char knew that when he walked out of the fight club, he would have 482 gold and enough experience to level up to level 24.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, a skinny and dark-skinned young man climbed out from under the manhole cover.

He was really too thin and weak. He had to support himself with two hands to climb out. His whole body was wet and dripping with water.

He had a short sword on his waist.

Although it was called a short sword, it was actually a wooden stick embedded with a sharp piece of iron and tightly tied with animal skin.

Char watched as he stood up, pulled out his sword, and prepared to attack.

“You’re called Luke, right?” Char said.

The young man was stunned.

“How did you know?”

“How much do you owe Maica?” “A lot of them.”

“How much is a lot?”

“A lot.”

“Can you leave after paying back the money to Maica?”

“Yes.”

“Very good,” Char said.

Char whistled and ended the conversation. He pointed at himself. “Defeat me. You’ll have enough money to get out of this place.”

“Really?” Luke’s eyes lit up.

Her eyes were brighter than any other NPC that Char had ever seen.

“Yes, but you only have one chance. I’ll defend and you attack. If you can injure me, I’ll admit defeat.”

“Alright,” Luke said.

Luke nodded and closed his eyes.

He was adjusting his breathing.

At the same time, Char was also extremely careful.

Luke only knew one skill.

[Flash]

In this desperate situation, he would use the advanced form, (Despair Flash).

This was a skill similar to Saitama Sensei’s [Normal Punch) and (Serious Punch). Any creature with a physical weakness could be instantly killed.

However, Luke had to hit his opponent first.

In other words, this skill was useless as long as it did not break the defense, and it could actually be blocked!

As for the owner of this skill, Luke, was still too weak.

He was only Level 5, and he would always be Level 5.