Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 652

Chapter 652: Time’s Up
Shye stared at the resolute Fifteenth Hawkling, who had seemingly resolved himself to die alongside the researchers for the sake of not allowing them to escape.

Naturally, he had also long steeled his resolve to kill the young man in front of him despite knowing that he would probably feel very shitty after.

He knew their friendship was all fake.

However, killing someone he had once considered a friend for over five years was incredibly difficult, especially for Shye, who deeply valued his relationships.

Left with only ten seconds, he had to move and quickly dispose of Fifteenth Hawkling, his men already searching for the item.

The young Hawkin Vice-Commander naturally noticed their actions, igniting the flames of rage in his heart.

‘These bastards actually knew that the Fifteen Stronghold is in possession of the Ice Dragon Emperor’s heart!’ He inwardly cursed, clenching his fists.

He thought that the damned terrorist strike force was after the researchers. He never expected that they were here to thoroughly trample on his chances as a successor.

If his Fifteenth Stronghold loses the Ice Dragon Emperor’s heart, he could bid bitter farewell to his dreams of being acknowledged by his father.

He couldn’t understand how the damned terrorists learned where they kept the item.

‘Probably Hadean Varsa rats…’ He concluded inwardly, clenching his fists in anger, which also crushed the protective talisman he was holding.

The item should give him three seconds of safety.

As a result, Shye’s attack was easily blocked, but he didn’t mind and swiftly prepared his next move.

The moment the barrier dropped, Shye unleashed two massive slashes from his “dual katanas,” forcing Fifteenth Hawkling to use yet another protective talisman.

However, this one wasn’t as powerful as the first.

After absorbing seventy percent of the destructive force from Shye’s [Half-moon Slash], the barrier cracked, and the remaining force shot toward Fifteenth Hawkling.

Unfortunately, it was easily thwarted by the slightly bent shield in the young man’s hand.

“Commander! Enemy Reinforcements have arrived at the end of the hallway!” one of Shye’s men, who was stationed outside the researchers’ room, exclaimed.

‘Damn it! I really have to let this ratty bastard escape?!’ Shye cursed inwardly. ‘No matter. I know him, but he doesn’t know me. I’ll take him down later…’

He had no choice. His men hadn’t found the Ice Dragon Emperor’s heart yet, so they couldn’t leave.

Meanwhile, half of Southwind City was engulfed in flames, with black smoke billowing everywhere.

Initially, Hadean Varsa’s main strike force had been overwhelming the defenders, but as reinforcements arrived, they gradually lost ground.

Their role had been clear: serve as a diversion for Shye’s hidden strike force.

Maverick was confident that, given his son’s strength, the mission would be a breeze.

He never expected that no green smoke signal would be fired until the final moment of their planned operation time.

Although he was Shye’s father, Maverick was also the commander responsible for the lives of more than three hundred men.

He cannot irresponsibly let personal feelings get in the way of the operation.

Hence, through gritted teeth…

“Everyone, retreat!” Maverick exclaimed, firing a red smoke signal skywards which meant that the main strike force’s job was done.

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“Sir! Commander Maverick and the main strike force are retreating!” One of Shye’s men exclaimed anxiously.

They had escape scrolls, but activating them required infusing mana for a full ten seconds without interruption—an incredibly difficult task with nearly a hundred adamantite-level reinforcements closing in.

“Try to prevent this bastard from escaping, give me five seconds.”

Shye knew there was no way his men could prevent Fifteenth Hawkling from escaping. However, he also couldn’t allow the bastard to interrupt his escape plan.

Someone had to hold off and prevent the bastard from interfering.

Fortunately, his men didn’t need to do much, as the young Hawkin Vice-Commander suddenly vanished, leaving only an irritating smile behind.

Fifteenth Hawkling was convinced his job was done.

Although he and the Fifteenth Stronghold’s Commander would face repercussions for the researchers’ deaths, it would be balanced by the death of the young Hadean Varsa Commander.

Thus, he was quite satisfied with the trade.

It seemed like the terrorists wouldn’t find the Ice Dragon Emperor’s Heart on time anyway.

After five seconds, Shye was done with his preparations.

“Everyone, focus on finding the item! You have thirty seconds. After that, use your escape scrolls immediately. I’ll hold off the enemy!”

Upon hearing their commander’s orders, the terrorists were dumbstruck for a few moments.

The organization’s protocol was that a commander’s safety is of utmost priority. Hence, they couldn’t believe what they just heard.

However, it was just the motivation they needed.

They felt they couldn’t let down such a remarkable commander, even though they didn’t know his name, since Shye had been appointed as the hidden strike force’s leader only at the last moment.

All twenty-five terrorists searched the room, their focus as sharp and straight as a laser.

The doubts in their hearts vanished as they saw their commander standing valiantly in the gap between the two ancient barricades erected by the defenders.

“Come, Dweezel’s dogs!”

Leading the charge of the defenders’ reinforcements was a muscular middle-aged man with a square-shaped face and curly long hair tied up in a ponytail.

From the man’s armor, it appeared that he was the commander of the Fifteenth Stronghold.

Furthermore, unlike Fifteenth Hawkling, he seemed to be a seasoned veteran warrior with a lot of brute strength.

‘This bastard would probably use one of his stronger moves to get me off this advantageous position…’ Shye thought inwardly, replacing one of his “katanas” with his black shield.

He then used [Stoic Lv.5] to prevent himself from being knocked back, completely sealing the barricades’ entrance for five whole seconds.

Unfortunately, he had no charges of [Boost], as the next charge would be up in three more seconds.

He had to make do with what he had.

“Hmph! Are you the commander of this ratty force?” The Hawkin Commander, Greyson, snorted.

He was a towering six-foot-nine-inch man and didn’t believe that the six-foot-tall opponent in front of him could possibly stop him.

“If you won’t answer me, then get the hell out of the way! Power Smash!”