Becoming an adventurer by copying monster abilities

Standing at a distance, Luca once again took the brunt of the mental spell head-on.

At first, he tried to maintain a cold and normal expression, but soon his face showed pain.

He couldn't even hold onto the longsword, and it fell to the ground.

One second...

Two seconds...

Five seconds...

Time passed slowly, and Luke squinted, secretly glancing in the direction of the Banshee of Terror.

But they found that the fearsome banshee did not rush over.

Having learned from the previous experience, the other party hesitated for a moment before picking up a huge rock from the ground.

Then he threw it at Luca, who was standing still!

This guy has actually learned to test the waters!

Luca, who had been impressed by his own acting skills, couldn't hold back any longer and cursed the other party for being cunning.

Since the Banshee of Fear didn't come over, Luke had no choice but to go towards her.

No longer holding back, he activated [Stealth and Evasion] for the second time.

Seeing Luke's figure become illusory again the moment it touched the boulder, the Banshee of Fear, who had suffered greatly before, immediately became alert.

As he quickly retreated with his arms outstretched, he cautiously glanced around.

However, the ability of [Fleeting Evasion], which comes from otherworldly creatures, is clearly not something that can be defended against with the naked eye.

Luca's figure quickly appeared in its blind spot to the side.

The sharp, half-sword swept out with an indomitable momentum!

But the banshee retreated too quickly in her extreme panic.

Luke only had time to swing his sword hastily before his opponent, like a frightened bird, fled a great distance backward.

This time, the sword tip slashed dangerously through the banshee's tough skin on her abdomen, leaving a trail of thick, black blood.

The Banshee of Terror was completely enraged by hysterical rage, her voice sharp and piercing:

"Despicable! Shameless maggot! Why don't you succumb to fear? Don't you have anything to fear?!"

Luca remained unmoved as he listened to the demonic creature's furious "accusations."

He had lost count of how many times monsters had called him despicable.

It's clearly a struggle between life and death, so we should use every means possible.

Luke wasn't going to give his opponent another chance to gain momentum, so he sprinted to catch up while saying:

"I'm afraid you'll run away!"

Just as Luke thought, the Banshee's close-combat ability was much stronger than that of ordinary low-level monsters.

However, it is only supported by its extremely high agility attribute.

Its strength and combat skills are clearly not at the level of its class.

In addition, Luca's abilities were so bizarre that the Banshee of Fear instinctively wanted to stay away.

For a moment, the level 6 demonic creature was actually suppressed by Luca, who had not even reached level 3.

However, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

Even with her wings injured, the Banshee of Terror was still incredibly fast.

With its exceptionally high agility, it constantly dodged Luca's sword strikes aimed straight at vital points during its escape.

Therefore, Luke no longer insisted on a fatal blow, but instead tried to leave wounds on its arms.

This method is used to limit the opponent's flight capabilities as much as possible.

As black feathers continued to fall, a large amount of black blood was lost.

The Banshee's speed gradually slowed down.

Luke was like a seasoned hunter.

While relentlessly pursuing the opponent, we also remained on guard against them using their superior speed to launch a counterattack.

The fearsome banshee had no way to escape for a time.

Just as he was about to stop and prepare to counterattack, his opponent had already prepared an impenetrable sword stance.

Since it gained consciousness, it had never encountered such a troublesome and repulsive enemy.

In her extreme despair and rage, the banshee's last remaining shred of reason completely collapsed.

It gave up running away, turned around, and its dark eyes were completely replaced by a frenzied, bestial rage.

Instead of dodging, it charged at Luke with nothing but its raw, primal instincts.

Luke was waiting for his opponent to lose his composure, and he twirled his longsword.

He easily parried the banshee's wildly swinging claws with the [Mind's Eye Sword].

With a backhand strike, he left another deep, bone-revealing gash on the opponent's right arm.

Blood splattered everywhere.

This did not deter the banshee; instead, it fully unleashed her demonic ferocity, causing her to increase her speed by two points.

Completely disregarding his own wounds, he planned to tear a wound in Luke's body by exchanging injuries.

This suited Luke's intentions perfectly, and he too stomped his feet hard on the ground, charging straight at his opponent.

However, the moment the two made contact, Luca's figure became illusory again.

The third time [Missing and Evading]!

Upon seeing this, the Banshee of Fear roared, even though she was already in a state of rage.

However, the body's subconscious extreme fear of Luca's displacement ability still forced it to react during the sprint.

With a powerful twist of his waist, his sharp claws drew an arc in the air and swung towards the blind spot directly behind him.

This attack was extremely fast. If Luca had teleported behind it like last time, he would have been disemboweled on the spot!

However, the banshee's claws tore through the air.

Behind him, there was only deathly silence, with no one around.

The banshee froze abruptly, a sense of crisis stemming from her biological instincts instantly enveloping her.

At that moment, Luke had already appeared above the Banshee of Terror.

For someone who is unable to fly, putting himself in mid-air is extremely risky.

Once the other side realizes what's happening, he, unable to change his trajectory while suspended in mid-air, will be nothing more than a sitting duck.

However, to win the battle, taking the risk of surprise is a necessary choice.

Luke gripped the hilt of the half-sword tightly with both arms, turning the blade completely upside down so that the tip pointed vertically downwards.

Like the Sword of Damocles, it points directly at the head of the Banshee of Terror from above.

The banshee sensed danger and hurriedly looked up.

But it was already too late.

"puff!"

The silver-white longsword was poured directly down into the opponent's wide-open mouth.

The sharp steel blade pierced the banshee's mouth, through her throat, and shredded her internal organs with overwhelming force.

Until the entire longsword was completely submerged in the other person's alluring and twisted body, the tip of the sword emerged from the abdomen.

The Banshee's life force drained away rapidly, like a flood.

From struggling violently, it gradually became lifeless and slowly collapsed to the ground.

Only after confirming that the other party was completely dead did Luke step on the corpse of the Banshee of Fear.

He pulled hard on the hilt with both hands and drew the longsword out.

Luke let out a long sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, feeling utterly exhausted.

He pulled out the jerky he had prepared beforehand, activated his ghoul ability, and began to chew it heartily.

He appeared to have escaped injury in the battle.

But in reality, they had already exhausted all means.

The victory was achieved entirely by taking advantage of the opponent's immunity to fear spells.

Seize the opportunity and "bite" the opponent to death in one fell swoop.

If the Banshee of Fear is given the opportunity to create distance and drag out the battle, then he might be the one to fall in the end.

But no matter what, Luke won this battle.

Moreover, from every angle, he won beautifully.

Just as he was quickly summarizing the experience of this battle in his mind.

A very familiar, yet even more penetrating, shrill scream echoed across the quarry.

Luke, who was still chewing, suddenly froze, almost choking on the bits of meat.

At the same time, I couldn't help but curse in my heart:

"How the hell are there any of these?"