Chapter 592 - Quest Crossroad (1/2)
V54C5P3- Quest CrossroadIt wasn’t about struggling through the sandstorm head on.
Weed leaned his body into the winds and ran slightly to the side, increasing his speed.
He ran alongside the raging winds’ rotation.
Weed inched closer towards the center of the sandstorm that even sucked in light.
The winds gradually became rougher and more powerful. As he matched the speed of the winds, the amount of loss in health points decreased.
In that moment he felt that he had reached the peak of speed!
“Sculptural Destruction Skill! All shall transform into willpower.”
– You have activated the Sculptural Destruction Technique.
His art stat was over 3800.
He used all of it to increase his physical defense ability.
At least ten protection skills were applied on him.
His maximum health points also multiplied significantly.
“Hyah!”
Weed leaped into the eye of the sandstorm with maximum force.
The current of the sand winds that could destroy buildings and uproot the land itself.
He attempted to penetrate the wind wall with speed by hurling his body through it.
“Close eyes tightly!”
Message alerts kept popping up notifying about declining health points.
He could withstand the blade-like sand winds, but that was it.
His body lifted off the ground and began rotating as he got engulfed into the sandstorm.
Everything seemed to have gone wrong, but he did not give up hope.
Then, the raging winds weakened and there was an instant of complete silence.
‘It worked.’
If one could not overcome the sandstorm head-on, the easy method was just to throw his body in.
“Holy Fire.”
*Fwoosh!*
The holy fire, gift of Goddess Hestia, inflamed the Loa Sword magnificently.
“Lava River!”
Weed activated the skill airborne without hesitation.
***
Barova.
He was a warrior who started Royal Road in Kallamore.
“A man’s got to go for warrior. A fighter. Other jobs are like kids’ play.”
Reliable willpower and strong offense.
He wielded the spear and axe, but the bow was not to his liking and certainly not magic.
He liked battling fiercely with monsters in close combat.
“Let us have some fun.”
He trained rapidly in the hunting grounds, and sometime later the citizens of Versailles Continent talked about him.
“Do you know of the brawler Barova? He wiped out the Gromba dungeon all by himself.”
“The specters of Kuhulan all fled because of a warrior named Barova!”
“The monsters that invaded Bangerson Village were eradicated by warrior Barova.”
His reputation in combat spread wide across the continent.
At that time, there was news that Weed had defeated the Immortal Legion led by Lich Shire, but he laughed it off.
“A sculptor? Lazy bums with nothing to do like such shows. He wouldn’t be able to move a finger when he faces me straight up.”
This was the typical attitude of powerful users from the Central Continent.
The quests were just subsidiary content, and only levels and hunting abilities were indicating factors of true power.
Barova kept on hunting, turning down all invitations from guilds and interviews from broadcast networks.
Hunt, hunt, hunt.
He completed combat quests that were necessary and spread his reputation in his own fashion.
He even received an invitation from the Hermes Guild, but turned it down in the end.
“I have no desire to show off under a faction. I’m going after the strong ones, not the nobodies.”
After he turned the invitation down, he was pinned with a grudge from the Hermes Guild that limited the use of hunting grounds. Many times he was put on the wanted list and was killed, but he maintained his pride.
In the end, all the users were pushed away into the southern desert with little population, but he had complete faith in himself as a warrior.
“A warrior just needs to prove his combat strength.”
No matter what adventure Weed pulled off, it was little interest to him.
“That’s not combat skill, just cheating. He may be able to complete quests that way, but he can’t confront a real champion.”
Since then, Weed defeated Bard ray and became the one and only Emperor of Versailles Continent.
Barova who only tread on the hunting grounds of the desolate Oasis purposely came all the way to the Desert of Silence to meet Weed.
“He’s planning to destroy the sandstorm? What preposterous…”
Barova had experience long ago where he was swept up by the sandstorm and managed to get away after having suffered greatly.
“No way in hell. This cannot be done. Some things are not possible no matter what.”
Though it would be very satisfying to watch Weed die in the storm.
Barova witnessed a sandstorm brew in a spot with the majority of the users in the desert present.
The sandstorm that brew in the Desert of Silence was more devastating than that of any other region, and it was a natural phenomenon that was truly spectacular.
“Destroying that? That’s absurd.”
The other desert users agreed with Barova’s comment.
“That is one crazy stunt.”
“If that storm hits the village, everything will be blown away.”
“Is this guy walking in trying to smash a storm with his sword and not magic?”
“That seems to be it…”