Chapter 280: Come at Me, All of You! (2/2)

The Flatfish Swordsman heard him and paused in the middle of his rapid evasion.

“You’re imagining things. I can’t parry or evade every bolt when I’m dashing at such high speed.” He explained. “That said, this stuff has low damage, so it wouldn’t matter much as long as there’s no critical hit or instakill.”

And when he looked closer, Monan did see numerous short bolts sticking out of the Flatfish Swordman’s body as if he were a porcupine. But somehow, the silliest flatfish head mask wasn’t struck by a single bolt.

Monan inhaled sharply at the sight.

Having been on the battlefield himself, he certainly knew the weakness of their boltsthe shaft was short, and the bolt itself was made light for convenience of being carried around, which meant lesser damage than ordinary bolts.

Still, weapons are weapons—the crossbows were definitely lethal even if they were not as devastating than normal ones. It would hurt as much as being struck by a typical arrow since bows did not depend on penetration damage anyway.

Even the imperial military elites would have to grit their teeth and endure after struck once or twice, and even if the arrows missed their vitals.

Some of the tougher ones amongst them could still fight on at full force even with five arrows sticking out of their bodies, even if their pain would cause limpness in their movement.

And yet, the person before them now was basically a dartboard and yet he kept stoic (although they couldn’t see his face) and continued striking them down. From the looks of how inelegantly their eyes were rolling into their heads, the Flatfish Swordsman really was holding back from directly killing them…

Monan found that hard to accept at once.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Of course it hurts.” The Flatfish Swordsman answered casually. “There are those who fear pain (Players who completely shut off their pain sensation), but the pain helps me focus (twenty-percent pain allows him to easily understand his body’s condition without splitting his attention to look at the System page).”

Using pain to whip oneself into shape? No way! When had such a fearsome character come to Lancaster?

Monan was speechless. “Done with your questions? Let’s continue then.” The Flatfish Swordsman said, brandishing the single-edged sword in his hand. “All of you would fall before my blood drains dry.”

Once again, Monan caught an unusual meaning in the swordsman’s words.Was that man bent on defeating every knight escort as he betted on albeit without any stake —even at the cost of dying here?

“Why would you go so far… a champion like you would always receive the best offers… Is this even worth it?” Monan asked by instinct.

Even if he didn’t pick up on it, fear was rising in the depths of his heart even when he confronted the Flatfish Swordsman.

He wouldn’t talk so much otherwise.

“It might be not worth it (dying costs EXP after all), but it’s my creed to put my words into action.” The Flatfish Swordsman responded so openly that Monan had the misunderstanding that he was laughing maniacally. “Relax, I won’t kill you—it would be over soon.”

With that, the Flatfish Sworsman rushed toward him.

Even though that head mask was unbelievably hilarious, the Flatfish Swordsman somehow looked unbelievably fearsome in Monan’s eyes. He raised his crossbow, firing bolts even as he yelled. “Don’t come!”

But in the next split second, he felt a dull ache over his nape while his consciousness descended down the dark abyss…