Chapter 21: Chapter 20: Low-Grade Dungeon 47, Part IV (1/2)

Chapter 21: Chapter 20: Low-Grade Dungeon 47, Part IV

I began to tremble in excitement of the impending fight. I wondered if I could take out the regular archer and soldier with one hit, too.

I sprinted towards the orcs.

There were eight orcs in all: two regular orc archers, one regular orc soldier, three orc archer stragglers, and two orc soldier stragglers. They must have sensed me coming towards them and turned to look at me.

The two regular archers nocked their arrows, drew back their bows and fired.

The small, wooden arrows were the first to greet me. The crude arrows made a beeline towards me but I reached out with my left arm and swatted them away. They hit the stone floor impotently.

”Heh.”

If those arrows were fired at full strength, I would have been forced to a stop or at least felt a repelling force and taken damage. These arrows, however, only felt as strong as a puppy's playful bite.

That just meant that I didn't receive any damage whatsoever and made me laugh at the absurdity of it.

Before the orc archers could reload their bows, I quickly moved in front of the regular orc soldier.

The regular orc soldier had a somewhat decent looking sword, obviously better than that metal skewer the weak soldiers carried. The orc raised his sword over his head as I moved in front of him and slashed at my head.

At the same moment, I leapt up from the ground and crashed my right knee into the orc's face.

My knee came into contact with the orc's face at full momentum, and the orc's head split open with a sickening crack.

The full inertia behind my knee kick caused maximum damage.

Another orc appeared behind the collapsing body and stabbed at my chest.

Laughably more afraid of the tetanus than the damage the sword would inflict on me, I jumped back two paces.

The orc stabbed into thin air, leaving him in an awkward position, and I charged back at him.

If I were fighting against higher leveled monsters or beasts or even magic, I would have taken a different approach. But, as this was one of the lower level dungeons, the monsters here had a long enough delay after they missed an attack.

While the orc just stood there awkwardly, I closed the gap between us and threw my elbow into his face.

The orc soldier crumpled onto the floor at the hit. A stronger regular orc soldier still couldn't take one hit!

There wasn't anything spectacular after that. I flicked away at second set of arrows like annoying flies with my wrist.

I finished off the orc archer stragglers and soldier stragglers like I did the two regular orc soldiers.

It took less than thirty seconds to wipe the floor with six orcs. All that were left were the two regular orc archers.

The two orc archers could do nothing but fire arrows and did so relentlessly, but could not stop my advancing.

One punch and a kick were enough to wipe them both out.

[You have leveled up.]

I heard the congratulatory ring of the level-up message.

”Have I always had an innate ability in melee combat? Was being a fire mage in my past life a mistake?”

After the successful fight, my mind began to wander.

The first floor of Bukhan Mountain dungeon was for levels 0~50 and the second was for levels 50-100 to hunt. Right now, I had 1235 points in each of my stats.

By STR alone, I was considered level 123.5!

If I were level 100, I would have a total of 1000 stat points. I would have to evenly allocate those points into STR, VIT, and AGI, which would come out to barely 350 each.

But I had 1235 points in each stat, so it was obvious that I would do this well right now.

”That's right. I shouldn't regret anything now. This is the obvious result. Huh?”

While I was gathering my thoughts, I noticed that among the fading bodies, an item had appeared instead of a golden ring.