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Chapter 167 - 71: Crush

Chapter 167: Chapter 71: Crush

Aske stood alone.

Just by resting his hand on his sword, amidst these snarling monsters, he immediately induced an uneasy commotion.

The Dark Elves, through their shared "Spiritual Intuition," realized that the man before them possessed the "Sharp Weapons" and "Evasion" sequences as well.

That is to say, he was a skilled Swordsman.

Though he simply stood there, hand on his sword, his weapon yet sheathed.

However, their "Intuition" ability was frantically warning them that any Dark Elf who dared to approach would immediately face colossal danger!

The Spartan Warriors encircled behind him, protecting Medea, the Magician, at the center, looking gravely at the monsters ahead.

They were unclear why these monsters had yet to initiate an attack.

It was as if they were petrified by Aske alone, a lone warrior.

Aske took a step forward.

The Dark Elves instinctively stepped back.

Aske moved forward again.

The Dark Elves retreated once more.

Finally, an apprentice Dark Elf Swordsman, unable to withstand the oppressive aura, drew a Hidden Weapon strapped to his leg and hurled it viciously at the human male.

It was a handleless blade, specially forged so it made no sound slicing through the darkness.

Aske drew his Longsword, casually slashed forward in a feint.

With a ’ding,’ the blade was accurately split by the Longsword, immediately reflecting back along its original path.

The Dark Elf, still in a throwing stance, was pierced in the chest by his own blade in the next second, violently convulsing as it fell to the ground under the invasion of a deadly poison.

An explosive rustling erupted in the darkness, a more intense unease spreading among the Dark Elves.

To counter a Hidden Weapon with a slash was imaginable, but to repel it directly back to the source was absurd.

This human... his strength was unfathomable!

Just as the Dark Elves were considering a tactical retreat, they saw Aske withdraw a handgun from his waist with his left hand.

The gesture seemed to say, "Whoever dares run first, I’ll shoot dead."

The Dark Elves: ......

Wait, weren’t you a Swordsman? Why are you also wielding a handgun? Are all humans this deceitful and shameless?

Since the human had a gun, fleeing likely equated to suicide. The Dark Elves exchanged glances, and all of a sudden, they charged towards the humans en masse, even forming subtle layers of front and back in the process.

The two leading Dark Elves rapidly closed in on Aske, the Elf on the left wielding dual blades slashing through the wind, while the one on the right clutched a smoke bomb, aiming to smash it onto his face while his vision was obscured by the blade light.

Aske stepped back quickly, dodging the dual blades, prodded at the smoke bomb with the Longsword, and suddenly, flipping the blade to use its spine, flicked it dexterously back.

The Dark Elf with the dual blades swiftly leaned back, avoiding the trajectory of the smoke bomb.

The ink bullet flew over its head and suddenly exploded in mid-air, drenching the unfortunate dark elf’s head and face with blinding ink.

The dark elf immediately screamed in agony, but the scream was abruptly cut short. The highly corrosive ink had burned through its skull, corroding its vocal cords and windpipe completely.

Aske, holding the Aphrodite rapid-fire handgun, quickly aimed at the dark elf to his right—it was his exceptionally precise shot, like a divine intervention, that had detonated the misaimed ink bullet moments before. Now, he fired three consecutive shots at his next target.

The dark elf hastily swung its blades, but Aske’s shots were aimed at its head, left chest, and right leg. It managed to deflect the bullets meant for its head and chest, but the shot to its right leg caused it to stumble backward, involuntarily leaning to the right.

The dark elves behind, intending to bypass it on the right, saw it suddenly lean and quickly dodged to avoid collision.

Two of Aske’s bullets, calculated with the perfect lead, found their mark; one hit dead center in the chest, burrowing into the muscle between the ribs.

The other followed the first, forcibly driving it further in, ultimately piercing the heart.

Tailing bullets, advanced gun skills, significantly increased armor penetration.

"Medea, major fire right two!" Aske called out.

Major fire referred to a large flame that could engulf the whole body; right two meant the second enemy from the right.

Medea, naturally understanding his tactical language, snapped her fingers on cue and flames roared towards the targeted dark elf.

Among the dark elves on the right, the one targeted by the flames was at the forefront and was immediately set ablaze, turning into a human torch, writhing in agony as it fell and rolled on the ground.

As the flames erupted, the dark elves behind clutched at their eyes, screaming in pain.

Accustomed to the dim ambient light, the sudden appearance of bright, intense flames temporarily blinded them.

The next second, Aske had already drawn the Imperial Eagle, opening fire once more on these blinded elves.

Every shot was a headshot.

"Ruda, left one, Earth Splitting Slash!" he drew his sword to block an attack from a dark elf in front, then suddenly turned his head and shouted.

Ruda, is he calling me? Rudashus was momentarily caught off guard when he saw a dark elf charge forward, its longsword stabbing upward at his throat.

Too slow to react! In the blink of an eye, Rudashus realized he was a beat too late. If he had acted immediately after Aske’s command, he could have used his great sword’s reach to strike down the dark elf first.

As he prepared to block with his sword, he saw the dark elf before him suddenly stagger as if its arm had cramped, trembling.

Rudashus wouldn’t miss this opportunity; with an enraged shout, he executed an Earth Splitting Slash, felling the dark elf to the ground.

Earth Splitting Slash, the Spartan version of the Mountain Crashing Strike. With this powerful blow, the dark elf’s skull shattered, killed instantly.

Behind Rudashus, Medea coolly shifted her gaze, breaking her mind control over the now-dead target.

Aske had charged into the midst of the dark elves, following a Sword Draw Slash with a Crescent Moon Slash that carved out an arc of nearly 270 degrees.

The dark elves scrambled to roll and leap back to dodge, but just as they evaded the attack, Aske stepped forward and unleashed another Crescent Moon Slash like lightning.

One Crescent Moon Slash followed by another, professionally termed the Double Moon Slash, leveraged on the enemy’s relaxed guard after dodging the first attack, landing a secondary strike as they let down their guard.

The difficulty lay in the Crescent Moon Slash’s heavy momentum; following through and then forcefully pulling back for a second slash demanded high explosive and control powers from the wielder’s arms.

Too much force and you can’t retract for the second strike, making it easy to dodge; too little, and it’s no longer a Crescent Moon Slash but merely a common hack.

Aske’s Double Moon Slash, of course, was of a professional textbook standard. Two crescent moons, one clear and one opaque, one solid and one light, the cold gleam flashed twice in the dark, much like a mantis wielding a blade or a general executing a slash, decapitating the enemy leader and sending three dark elf heads soaring into the air.

Then he swiftly turned around, misstepped, and charged into the midst of a few dark elves on his left.