The World of Masks

He's less agile. He's a little relieved. But Jack was fully aware of how foolish the idea was.

"Laugh!"

Huff.

The wind pressure from his fingers sliding in front of his nose caused Jack to swing his head. Without a leak to wipe off the cold sweat that flows like a flooding river during the rainy season, Jack takes a big step back. The fact that two or three larger muscle-bound monsters are attacking with apparent mortality has definitely caused tremendous pressure. Steal sweat from your chin and take a deep breath. I tried to relax the muscles as much as I could because of the benefits of the right monsters I encountered. If they are stubborn like this, the only thing left is the heavenly world.

"Hey! Wake up!!"

Jack rolls his eyes slightly, with an urgent shout coming from his side. A Joined Leader like himself calls out, kicking his assistant Class F mercenary with his foot. However, the slack-jawed mercenary is not thinking of moving, dropping even the sword that was holding it. No, being immobile seemed like an accurate expression.

"Oh, my God, that guy. '

I got a quote. He looks at the drooling monster, staring at himself with a stunned look on his face, and it doesn't seem like he's already in shock. The leader cautioned Cadillac with the sword in his right hand and tried to somehow raise the mercenary with his remaining left hand, as Cadillac began to move toward them, he kicked his tongue, grabbed his arm, and brought it to the grip of the sword to the left hand he was about to pull up. Probably gave up.

'Well, that's the right choice.'

There was no reason for a young mercenary to sacrifice the leader, the most advanced man in the herd. No, even if you were to feed that Class F mercenary, the leader would still be alive.

"Ahhhh!"

The leader of the squatting mercenaries lunges at Cadillac with a large sword, his weapon. Cadillacs, who were thumping and closing the streets, also responded with a big fist to the running leader. The leader lunges at Cadillac, poised to make a move on the flying fist. Then I wielded the great sword.

Huff.

The atmosphere around you screams as heavy heavy weapons swing. A fast-moving dagger for slashing fists at the head of a leader. Right before the sword hits the fist. Suddenly, the Great Sword's movement changed. The slightly orbiting black blade flows sideways towards the bottom of the fist. Along with him, the leader lowered his body as low as possible, avoiding a fist, and dug it into Cadillac's arms.

Kuwa?

Cadillac looks embarrassed as his prey disappears before his eyes, unlike any other. At that moment.

Phew.

Kuweeeek!!!!

Cadillac screams as hard as he can to feel the pain rising from his abdomen. At the same time, I instinctively swing one hand towards the abdomen.

"Tsk!"

The leader rushes out of Cadillac's arms and kicks his tongue. In front of you is a long red line across the abdomen of the Cadillac. The foam flinching with intermittent bursts of red blood seems to be quite deep. But the leader had to ease his grief. It was a deep wound to the muscles, but the leader thought it was an attack he was willing to cut off to the guts. Unfortunately, the leader's attack did not pierce Cadillac's firm muscles.

'It was because of the sudden twist of the sword's trajectory.'

I could definitely dive into my arms and avoid Cadillac's fist, but the moment I bent down to change the course of the sword and avoid the monster's fist, the foam completely collapsed. That's why I failed to gain the power to pierce Cadillac's hard muscles.

'We need to get this over with.'

I had to get rid of the guy in front of me and help the other Joes. Besides, two of his crew are all F-rank mercenaries. They're novices, but they're novices. If the battle had been lengthened and a blind fist had been struck, it would have been settled on the right side. I didn't expect much from either of them in the first place. No, I thought it was a good thing I didn't interrupt. Unfortunately, the origins of the leader have been missed, and one of the novices has turned into a magnificent obstacle.

'I'm glad at least one of them is the right one.'

The leader glances at you. You see a Class F mercenary, a traveler named Jack. At first, the fact that he was a traveler and a ticket for novice mercenaries was also a rising effect, causing a leader's headache. But this mercenary, Jack, was surprisingly adaptable. There was now a tense struggle, but even when I saw a large monster, I was terrified and terrified, and I did not do anything really insulting for the leader. Rather, he straightened up Longsword as if he were looking for a gap in Cadillac and continued to disperse Cadillac's gaze as he skimmed around.

'Plus one, minus one.'

If you think of one mercenary who will still be trembling behind you, your glabella frowns. However, the leader was not very uncomfortable because the person who thought it would not be most helpful was helping beyond expectation.

Wooahhhhh!!!

The wounded Cadillac cries out. Cadillac was a monster. Cadillac was able to carry out his actions of tearing at opponents who had suffered greatly because their viability and combat strength were not even comparable to those of ordinary creatures.

Kuang.

Cadillac shakes his feet as red blood flutters through the air. The only eyes that were overwhelmed by gluttony and hostility were filled with anger and hatred. The unfamiliar Cadillac leans in and starts charging at the leaders and jacks with explosive thrust.

"Hey, new guy! Look out!!"

The leader swings his sword as he warns Jack next to him.

Kuang!

The sound of an unbelievable thundering of steel fists colliding with a steel sword.

"Grrrgh!"

The leader takes a step back with a low groan. The hand holding the sword trembles with considerable shock. Cadillac's fist, which was struck with a sword, did not seem to work either. The four fingers have a straight, elongated groove, and a white bone is revealed in between. But Cadillac turns to the leader again as if he had no regard for such injuries.

While Cadillac's gaze was completely on the leader, Jack pulled out a dagger from the bracelet and put it in the back of the apparent Cadillac.

Phew.

The dagger raises the sensation of being stuck in meat. Jack frowns. Purposefully, the dagger was lodged in Cadillac's waist to the root, but the resistance was too strong. If Cadillac had cared a bit about Jack, the dagger wouldn't have stuck halfway through.

Rrrrgh.

Screams echo through the night sky. Cadillac swings his arms as he rotates his body in pain from his back.

Huff.

The fist of Cadillac that passes by your nose gives you goosebumps from your back. Instead of pulling the dagger from Cadillac's waist, it leaps right back and forth. If I had time to retrieve the dagger again, I would have beaten the dagger to death with an authentic fist.

Cadillac focuses on Jack this time, and the leader wields his great sword. Secure the left leg that is the main shaft and spin your entire body like a windmill to accelerate the Dagger. You still struggle to secure the Dagger with your trembling hands and swing it toward Cadillac's thighs.

Uahhhh.

The flesh was torn and blood spurted out. The leader's Great Sword slashes the thighs of a Cadillac the size of an adult man's torso.

Shhhhhhh!!!!!

More than 2M monsters have finally collapsed. Once the right thigh has been cut in half, it is impossible for a monster, Cadillac, to stand at the center. In the end, Cadillac was forced to sit on the ground in disgust.