Starting with the goblin extermination

The Abyss Thorn Ring

Black thorns instantly surged from the ring, violently wrapping around the bald man's legs, spreading upwards and seeping into his skin, beginning to suck his blood.

"A magical item?!"

The bald man was horrified, feeling as if his blood was being frantically drained away.

As a professional, he could certainly force his way out of these thorns, but that would take time, even if it were just a few seconds.

But that was enough time for Logan.

Although activating the ring instantly drained Logan of a lot of his strength, he still gritted his teeth and pounced on it like a mad dog!

The longsword flashed like white light as it struck, making the bald man's hair stand on end. He quickly raised his short sword to parry, but the force of the thrust broke through his defense. Although the blade deflected, it still pierced deep into the bald man's chest.

Blood spurted wildly! The sword pierced through the armor with a sickening sound.

"ah--!"

The bald man coughed up a mouthful of blood. At the critical moment, a pendant he wore close to his body suddenly emitted a green light, and a violent power surged into his body, saving his life.

Using this force, he roared and violently broke free from the thorns' restraints. Then, he stomped his feet on the ground, instantly widening the distance between them.

Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

His chest was pierced, and his body was covered in lacerations caused by thorns.

This was the first time since he became a professional that he had been forced into such a sorry state by an unemployed beast.

The bald man quickly downed his only bottle of [Intermediate Healing Potion], instantly filling the voids in his wounds and relieving him of pain.

But he was still seriously injured, and most of his strength had been used up.

Oh shit!

I was careless. I only meant to have some fun, but I almost got myself into trouble!

Only by turning this bastard into mincemeat can we wash away today's shame.

"Interesting," he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with venom, "What's your name?"

"The dead don't need to know."

Logan suddenly sprang up, seizing the opening to attack again.

Bloodstains had already accumulated at the feet of both of them.

The bald man's hands blurred into afterimages.

This time, he held nothing back.

"Go to hell!!"

The bowstring emitted a heart-stopping tremor.

[Powerful Shot!]

[Tracking Arrow]!!

[Rapid Fire]!!!

The three combat techniques combined consumed most of the bald man's stamina, but he didn't care.

Die, you son of a bitch!

Four arrows, glowing with a blinding green light, shot out like four venomous snakes, constantly changing course in the air, and finally tearing at Logan from different directions!

There was no way to avoid it; this was the bald man's most powerful move, completely sealing off Logan's escape routes.

To become a professional, one must master a combat skill...

The mastery level combat skill is combined with two other combat skills.

Is this the skill of a professional?

will die.

What should I do?

Logan frantically activated [Wolf Strike], sliding almost flat on the ground to narrowly avoid the first arrow.

Immediately afterwards, he twisted his body forcefully, his bones cracking, but he couldn't dodge the second arrow, which pierced through his armor and pierced his right chest, drawing out a bead of blood.

"Grass!"

The third and fourth arrows were already aimed at his face.

There was no way to retreat.

So, in that life-or-death moment, his body did something his brain didn't even have time to think about.

He stopped dodging.

I've stopped.

The longsword was suddenly swung out in front of him.

The direction of force, the technique of exerting force, the courage to face the attack head-on...

Soben's teachings echoed in his mind.

boom!boom!

The sound of metal clashing rang out! The arrows were instantly deflected by the sword, one bouncing heavily to the ground, the other grazing to the side, its tail feathers grazing his chin, leaving a deep bloodstain.

Logan's arm was completely numb from the massive impact, and his hand split open, bleeding.

Amidst the songs of bards, some are mastering combat skills in the midst of battle.

Two lines of text danced in his field of vision:

[Mastering Combat Skill: Parry LV1]

【Parry LV1 (1/100)】

How is that possible?! How could my strongest attack, which exhausted all my strength, be blocked by a guy who hasn't even started working yet!

The balding man didn't have time to think about what this meant.

Because the blood-covered man had already drunk the potion and rushed in front of him.

This is the last [wolf attack].

The longsword appeared instantly in front of the bald man, but was blocked by the short knife.

Their bodies were trembling violently, their strength nearly exhausted. Both of them were at their last gasp and unable to dodge.

The bald man struggled to hold onto the dagger, while Logan was barely able to grip his longsword, blood still trickling from his hand, the hilt slick with sweat.

Driven by their survival instincts, they hacked at each other in the mud, the sound of their blades clashing becoming dull and powerless.

To outsiders, it might look like two dying people dancing an unknown dance in the mud.

very slow.

Logan was stabbed twice, once across his right arm and once into his left leg.

He only managed to land one strike.

But that's enough.

The longsword slashed into the man's right shoulder, but it didn't sever his arm; the man had lost his strength.

Then his dagger fell to the ground.

He took a step back, stepped on the knife, his legs went weak, and he knelt down on one knee.

The man braced himself on the ground, his eyes wide as he stared at Logan.

How could this happen...?

Logan's longsword was also gone.

He didn't know when the sword slipped from his hand; all he knew was that at that moment, both his hands were empty.

He clenched his fist.

"wait--"

boom!

Logan punched him in the face, the bone cracking loudly.

The second punch, the third punch.

The man's head bobbed back and forth between the ground and his fist, blood splattering on the back of Logan's hand, on the ground, and on his own face.

The man instinctively raised his hand to defend himself, but halfway up, he lowered it back down.

The fourth punch.

The fifth punch.

The sixth punch—

Blood seeped into Logan's mouth.

A faint rusty smell.

At one point, the man's breathing stopped.

Logan's fists kept falling, the seventh punch, the eighth punch... Blood seeped from between his fingers, and he didn't know whose blood it was.

His eyes were vacant, his vision filled only with the unrecognizable face before him and the fist that kept falling and rising again.

The man may already be dead.

He knew it, but the fists kept falling.

But why?

He was in a lot of pain, but a smile appeared on his lips.

Until a large hand pressed down on his shoulder.

The force wasn't strong, but that one pull brought him back.

"Solben, this kid's even crazier than me!"

A rough voice came from his side.

A tall orc stood to the side. His left arm was wrapped in a makeshift bandage, soaked with blood, but he stood firmly, two short axes hanging at his waist, his eyes staring at Logan as if he were looking at something he had never seen before.

Instructor Soben stood behind Logan and withdrew his hand from Logan's shoulder.

He looked at the arrows scattered on the ground, the bloodstains, and the mangled corpse.

There was a two-second silence.

"good."

He remains as sparing with words as ever.