A journey to another world starting from a sword

"Hmph, you're right about that." The man in the raincoat twitched his fingers as if he were preparing for something.

"Hey, really?" Argo exclaimed in disbelief. She hadn't expected that in less than two months, a malicious PvP incident would occur in SAO, and that she would be involved!

"Argo, can you hold off that guy in the raincoat?" Dante asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed straight ahead. "By the way, that guy is probably an assassin or a mercenary in real life."

"That's dangerous," Argo muttered. "I can only say I'll try my best. Besides, shouldn't you be the one to handle such a troublesome character?"

"Have you ever heard of Tian Ji's horse racing strategy?" Dante grinned.

“Unfortunately, I’m of mixed race and not very familiar with Japanese culture,” Argo said in a smug, youthful voice.

"...But that's not Japanese culture at all!"

Chapter 91: Do you need me to scrub your back?

"Hehehe, then tell me about it properly later." Argo laughed it off, and when the raincoat man's concealment failed in front of her, she finally saw the cursor above his head.

Orange... Unlike the player named Morut on the other side, this one is definitely a criminal player.

Dante was right; the other party was indeed a dangerous person.

In this case......

Argo bent down, fluffed open his cloak, and reached for the hidden weapon on his leg with both hands.

The next second, several flying needles flew towards the man in the raincoat.

Just as the man in the raincoat dodged to the side, Argo did not choose to flank him, but instead launched an attack from the front.

"Come on, come on~ Let's start fighting here too~" Morut's voice in front of Dante had been distorted into an unpleasant croaking voice.

He drew the sword from his left waist; it was the same kind of forged sword that Dante had given to Lingyin during the day. Its blade emitted a unique light, indicating that it had undergone a certain degree of reinforcement.

He casually placed the sword on the upper part of the blade, and at that moment, a light green light began to appear on the blade of Morute's sword.

Sonic shock?

Dante spun his sword and simultaneously assumed an upper stance, but did not unleash any sword techniques.

The cursor above Morut's head is green, meaning that the other party has not yet taken any actions to harm the player and has not been defined as a criminal player by the game system.

At this point, whoever attacks the other first will have their cursor turn orange, indicating they are the criminal player. Any player attacking the criminal player will be considered a righteous act by the system.

Morut dared to launch a preemptive attack precisely because he didn't need to worry about that, while Dante had to consider the pros and cons. Was he really willing to become a criminal player just for Morut?

It was this kind of thinking that caused Dante to lose the initiative in the attack, at least that's what Morut thought.

He spent all his time studying PvP techniques during the closed beta, so there was no way he could lose to a complete novice.

His long-standing arrogance led him to ignore the consequences, solely focused on killing the knight before him. Even becoming an orange-tier player didn't matter, since his head was orange-tier too.

As Morut kicked the ground, the high-speed slash made a sharp sound as it approached him.

Dante adjusted his center of gravity and opened his eyes as wide as possible.

can see!

It was much slower than Asuna's sword, and the sword traced a green trail across the river.

Morut believed his PK skills were superb, but he failed to realize that swordsmanship itself was a weakness, as all swordsmanship moves were predictable!

No, perhaps he felt he was the one most familiar with swordsmanship; normal players wouldn't specifically practice player-versus-player combat.

The sword is aimed at the head first. If an ordinary player is hit hard on the head, he will suffer considerable damage and may even fall into a state of instant dizziness or unconsciousness.

Even with Dante's current physical body, such a head attack would cause a severe concussion.

Dante accurately grasped the fatal weakness brought about by Morut's arrogance, and he would not let him succeed.

So he chose to... face the challenge head-on.

With a single leap, Dante closed in on Morut. Dante grabbed Morut's sword-wielding hand with his left hand, his palm almost severed by the blade near the hilt, but his right hand had already thrust the sword forward.

"What!" Morut's originally ferocious smile turned into one of surprise.

He spun on one foot and pulled the sword out of his chest with such fluidity that it seemed as if his feet were not touching the ground.

In the instant he turned, Dante severed Morut's left hand with his sword.

The sword strike was so light that it didn't even affect his rhythm.

His movements were elegant and swift; Morut didn't even let out a scream before the spin ended.

Morut reacted and tried to slash his neck, but the insidious strike was blocked by the sword.

He bent over, turned around, jumped up, and swung his sword with both hands, using the movement of his waist to increase the force.

The bear butcher's blade, like a scorching butter knife, smoothly cleaved the opponent's right arm with a whooshing sound.

"Aaaaaaah!!!" Morut let out a wail, his pupils shrinking to pinholes, his bloodshot eyes turning toward his flying right arm.

Just as Dante was about to press his advantage, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound behind him, accompanied by a sharp pain. He knew he had been hit by a dagger that had been used to sneak up on him.

"Dante! Are you alright?!" Argo's panicked voice followed closely behind, trembling slightly, revealing a hint of sob and anxiety.

Kneeling on one knee on the sand, Dante looked at the "paralysis" icon that appeared on his HP bar. He really had poisoned his dagger.

"You go first, Morut." The man in the raincoat had no intention of giving up such a useful subordinate.

"Alright!" Morut's tone was no longer as relaxed as before; he never expected that he would almost be killed in a single encounter.

knight!!!

His teeth clenched with hatred, he shouted a warning: "Intruders here!!! Gentlemen of the forest spirits!"

The camp on the hill was instantly illuminated with towering lights. Perhaps in a few dozen seconds, the soldiers inside would run out and attack any player who did not belong to their faction.

"What happened?!"

But at that moment, Morut's voice also caught the attention of another group.

Kizmel emerged from the forest with a loud voice, followed by Asuna.

When Asuna saw Dante lying face down in front of the enemy from her perspective, a string in her mind snapped instantly.

She darted out a second faster than Kizmel, but to her surprise, Dante, having plunged his two swords into his abdomen, miraculously stood up and chased after the fleeing man.

"Hey, Xiaoya, I'm in trouble too," Argo said urgently, already sensing that the man in the raincoat was planning to retreat.

But we absolutely cannot let this orange-level player go!

The next second, the man in the raincoat smirked and pulled out a purple ball from somewhere, which he then dropped. Immediately, a huge cloud of mist rose from the ground.

Argo, undeterred, threw all the remaining needles forward, but no sound effect was heard.

But she couldn't give chase, because the battle had lowered her HP to the yellow zone, and recklessly pursuing it might result in her own death.

The opponent was incredibly strong, almost like a monster; he was probably a killer, just as Dante had said.

"Argo!" Asuna ran to Argo's side, watching the spreading mist warily. Under Asuna's cover, Argo was finally able to take out a healing potion from his pouch to recover.

"Don't chase them, Asuna. They have paralyzing poison projectiles, and we're at a disadvantage in the forest." Argo pulled Asuna back from rushing into the smoke. "Besides... you still have a mission to complete, right?"

A long, serpentine line of firelight had appeared on the hill behind them, and the forest elves, hearing the commotion below, were finally coming down.

Dante is bound to have a showdown with the dark elves led by Kizmel. However, because Dante has no shortage of Kor, he has hired as many as eight dark elves, who are able to hold their own against this well-prepared enemy. The remaining advantage will be made up by the player and Kizmel, the royal guard.

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Morut was breathing heavily, feeling the increasing pressure behind him, and the presence of his pursuers made him feel powerless.

The pursuer chased his prey like a cheetah, displaying an agile and powerful physique, with steady and powerful steps, taut leg muscles, his footsteps leaving deep footprints on the damp soil.

“You can’t escape, Morut.”

"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!!!" Morut roared angrily. His body, missing an arm, lost its balance for a moment and fell headfirst into the tree roots.

Suddenly, Morut's left hand returned to its severed state, and he immediately activated "Quick Switch" to switch to holding a secondary weapon in his left hand.

"..." Dante stepped on his left hand, knocking the standard one-handed sword out of the shop.

"Okay, okay! I know! I was wrong!" At this point, Morut began to panic, frantically begging for mercy, "Please spare me, I still have value. Don't you want to know which player we infiltrated in the Aincrad Alliance is?"

"..." Dante simply listened quietly to his screams, then slowly raised the two-handed sword in his hand and deftly switched to a reverse grip on the sword.

His previously relaxed right hand began to exert force, raising the sword a few centimeters, preparing to finish off the fallen Morut in one go.

Instantly, the dying person let out an even sharper wail.

"Please! Please! I...I don't want to die—"

In the blink of an eye, the middle of the sword cleaved his face, including an eye, nose, mouth, and chin.

"It's so ugly."

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"Have you caught up?" Argo was the first to spot Dante emerging from the forest; the valley had become a battlefield.

"We've caught up." Dante turned to look at the two sides locked in battle. "Where is that other one?"

“He escaped. Miss Kizmel also said that the person’s presence has completely disappeared,” Argo said, sounding somewhat dejected.

"Is that so..." Dante immediately joined the battle with his sword, and in the end, the dark elves gained more and more advantage and won the victory.

"Dante, we need to retrieve the order quickly before reinforcements arrive at the camp," Kizmel said to Dante after the battle.

"Hmm." Speaking of reinforcements, I guess it means the enemy forces will respawn after a certain period of time.

"Hey, are you hurt?" Asuna gracefully sheathed her rapier as she approached Dante, getting close enough to make out his long eyelashes in the darkness.

"It's alright, I'm basically unharmed, but Argo has worked hard." Dante sincerely thanked Argo. If she hadn't been able to hold off PoH, Dante would have had no choice but to retreat.

He never expected that Morut would directly send reinforcements, and that the one they sent would be the most troublesome one, but this time it was indeed his victory.

"Hehehe, just treat me to dessert later." Argo put his hands behind his head and stretched easily.

"I'll invite you, how about tomorrow?" Asuna smiled magnanimously at Argo.

"Ah, okay." Argo had no objections, but...

"I'm a little tired. After you finish this mission, can I come with you to the camp to rest for a bit?"

After all, returning to Zumford alone now is a bit dangerous.

"no problem."

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"Wow. This is much more luxurious than the closed beta." Argo exclaimed as he entered Kizil's tent.

"Would you like to take a shower first?" Asuna invited.

"Okay, okay, shall we shower together?" Argo chuckled.

"Hmm. Kismer, do you want to come along too?" Asuna extended an invitation to Kismer, who was walking towards the fireplace.

“No, I won’t use it for now.” As soon as he finished speaking, Kizmel, who had stopped by the fireplace, pressed the large gemstone set in the buckle of his left shoulder pad.

An incredible sound rang out, and in the blink of an eye, the metal armor, cloak, and saber on Kizmel's body turned into particles of light and disappeared. She was only wearing a purple tight-fitting undergarment with a silky sheen and hollowed-out patterns. At the same time, her voluptuous body was exposed to the warm air. She truly deserved to be called a female knight among the dark elves.

"..." Dante's gaze remained unmoved, after all, Kizmel really didn't treat him like an outsider.

"Hey! Don't leer at those pretty elves!" Asuna's cold voice, smile, and eyes were intimidating.

"Hmm?" It was Kismer who turned around in confusion. "Asuna, I didn't mean to."

“Kizmel!” Asuna sighed in dismay, then gestured to Dante to follow.

Shrugging, Dante followed Asuna and Argo through the camp, reaching the bathroom area, and then helped them ward off any dark elves that might approach.

He didn't have to wait long. After Asuna and Argo came out, he went into the bathroom tent, soaked in the bathtub, and let out a big sigh of relief.

"what--"

Asuna and Argo have already gone back, so for the men, there's no need to check if the door is locked.

So at this moment, the curtain at the entrance of the tent was gently lifted from the outside.

"Excuse me." Upon noticing Dante in the bath, Kizmel blinked his obsidian eyes briefly before asking as if nothing had happened, "Would you like a back scrub?"

"A back scrub?" Dante leaned forward, his hands folded on the edge of the tub, watching Kitzmer burst in with interest.

"Yeah, after all, the back is harder to wash."

After stripping down to her silk undergarments, Kizmel stared intently at Dante, her breasts swaying with her movements as she removed her last layer of protection.