Chapter 320: The End of a Swampman (2/2)

A human silhouette immediately appeared beside him, unleashing a barrage of punches that smashed the door into tiny chips of wood

-a much harder feat than sending the door flying

However, several city watch soldiers who had been ordered to hide nearby immediately appeared out of the two alleys on both sides of the path, intent on stopping Flotog-however, they clearly couldn’t stop the swampman when its basic stats was a notch higher than ordinary humans.

Flotog merely threw himself into them to scatter the soldiers like bowling pins.

“Sirs, that’s an area we’ve checked before! If it escapes, we’ll have to scour it all over again.” One of the city watch soldiers who came out of nowhere told the three youths.

“Relax, it’s not getting away.”

The cunning youth said, raising his hand-the gauntlet over it rapidly changed form then, clinging and clanging as it automatically assembled itself into a golden, sparkling wristbow.

“Split Shot.”

All at once, a bolt loaded itself and was let loose in one swift stroke. It was a movement that went as smoothly as water flowing down a stream, taking less than a second!

In fact, when the sound of the shot could be heard, the head and legs of the swampman which had gotten quite far away were blasted into pieces-it was a strike that could pierce a dragons’ wings after all, and it certainly could destroy a normal human with a single shot.

Around him, the city watch soldiers watched as the cunning youth’s wristbow reassembled itself into a gauntlet, their faces looking just like envious eighth-graders who saw the Ironman’s suit for the first time at the movies

-power notwithstanding, that contraption was just so cool!

Nonetheless, the swampman was no human.

Even without brains or legs, it was crawling swiftly over the ground. Thus far, the Players didn’t know where their vitals were either—they could only kill them by emptying away all their HP or vaporize them.

While the swampman naturally wouldn’t crawl to the area that was checked before and hide once again, there was a ditch nearby-unlike Lancaster’s aqueducts, the sewers in Crookes couldn’t fit a person, and the only available drainage was the drains on both sides of every street.

The drains were cover with stone grates, having an opening every few paces that stank because it wasn’t cleaned periodically.

And since the true forms of swampmen were basically no different from piles of mud, it would be very difficult to dig them out if they could hide inside.

‘Just a little bit… if I could just get inside…”Despite being headless, Flotog crawled as hard as it could towards the drain and eventually reached inside, shrinking itself amongst the mud and melting into it.

It was relieved, as a smug thought arose in its not-so-smart mind.

‘Damned humans, none of you expected that, did you!? This is where I was fleeing to in the first place!

However, it saw an unbelievable sight through the one pile of its own body that it deliberately kept at the opening of the drain.

The youth who had been holding the fire staff raised his hand, summoning black flames.

The fire promptly converged into the shape of a black dragon with red eyes, and directly its infernal breath down into the sewer.

In the next split second, all the drains in the street were covered in black flames.

The fire faded another moment later—there wasn’t even a single roach left, let alone swampman.