The ground trembled.
From the deepest part of the dungeon, a monstrous stampede surged forth—ten towering A-Rank beasts, their auras suffocating, flanked by hundreds of B-Rank monsters, howling and roaring in unison, their combined bloodlust darkening the very air.
On the opposite side, the human group stood still—most trembling, a few paralyzed in fear.
Except one.
Zairon was walking. No—running straight at the tide of death.
His eyes wide with hunger, a grin stretching ear to ear.
"HAHAHAHA! NICE! You're all lined up like a buffet!" He dragged his blade along the ground, sparks flying. "Come on then—EXP, meat, glory! You belong to me!"
Behind him, the three girls were already moving, weapons drawn, eyes fierce.
Selene: "Well, this is normal for him now, huh?" Nyla (drawing her twin blades): "He's insane… but somehow, I'm fired up too." Aria (charging a spell): "Let's keep up or he'll take all the glory again."
Zairon screamed out, blade raised to the heavens. "LEGENDARY CRESCENT—SLASHHHHH!!"
A crimson arc tore through the battlefield, obliterating a wave of B-Rank monsters in one swing. Limbs flew, beasts roared and fell.
He spun midair, dodging a claw the size of a tree trunk, flipped off a beast's head and stabbed down—A-Rank blood splashing across his face.
"One down! Nine to go! BRING IT ON!"
Behind him, the girls joined in, weaving through the chaos, turning the battlefield into a storm of spells, steel, and strategy.
Zairon laughed as he danced through death, his system pinging repeatedly—
[+800,000,000 EXP] [+500,000,000 EXP] [+500,000,000 EXP] [+800,000,000 EXP]
The notifications blurred as his kill count exploded.
Zairon (spinning wildly): "GO GO GO!! KILL ALL OF THEM!! LET'S GO!! HAHAHAHA!!"
The field was his playground. The monsters were his fuel. And this tournament? Just the beginning of a legend.