Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 933

Chapter 933: Desperate Turd
A brief staredown ensued.

After the activation of both the pill and the circular device, none of the Hawklings spoke, even though it didn’t seem that they sacrificed their souls for a chance to defeat him.

Their eyes were clear, and they appeared to have retained their humanity.

Shye didn’t have much time to continue trying to decipher their newfound might, though, as, in the next moment, Hathor suddenly disappeared.

His speed was at least on par with Alexander Aphelion—or, rather, Dweezel.

Nonetheless, he wasn’t so fast that the lone Black Dawn Hero couldn’t react.

Shye simply positioned one of his greatswords diagonally at his back without turning around, angling it perfectly to defend himself against Hathor’s lethal neck slash.

Then, as he expected, Primo attacked.

Golden rapier lights rained down on him from the front, each significantly harder to fend off.

Shye still managed to masterfully block and parry each one, though it required him to put in some effort, unlike earlier, where he simply swatted them as though they were flies.

Primo was now evidently both faster and stronger.

To make matters worse, a fireball descended upon him from above, while an arrow shockingly curved toward him from the left—all as a shielder Hawkling charged at him like a bulldozer.

Leffen, too, was sneakily circling Shye, ready to strike like the rat he was.

‘Tch, these shameless bastards… relying on external enhancements and staying silent, acting like they’re hot shit…’ Shye cursed inwardly, annoyed at the competence of his seven attackers. ‘Why can’t they all be like me?! Ahem… all-natural and… uh… stuff…’

He was besieged from all angles.

Shye could’ve repositioned if he wanted to, but he was protecting Sanada, so he held his ground.

The two eldest Hawklings pressed their assault—Primo with relentless, vicious thrusts, and Hathor with fluid slashes and precise stabs. Their footwork was immaculate as they weaved in and out of combat, their movements seamless.

Without a word, they moved in perfect sync, as if they were the closest of friends and the oldest of comrades-in-arms.

The truth, however, couldn’t be further from it.

The other Hawklings, too, had now gained the capability to engage in the high-level battle between the three, managing to sneak in attacks here and there.

This was especially true for Twelfth Hawkling—the archer—and Fifth Hawkling, the battlemage who wielded a shield and currently held the strange circular device with a core.

The two backliners attacked with masterful precision, striking from crafty angles and at perfect moments, giving Shye only a few milliseconds to react, resulting in a few light burns and small wounds.

Yet, none of them had ever managed to wound Shye grievously.

He was surviving with the awe-inspiring and magnificent tenacity of a cockroach.

Sixth Hawkling—the shielder—Leffen, also known as Seventeenth Hawkling—and Tenth Hawkling, a scout-class fighter wielding dual katars—had their moments of brilliance in battle, though they were few and far between compared to the other four.

It was understandable.

Sixth Hawkling was devastated upon realizing that his taunt-type skills had no effect on the target, rendering him practically useless in the fight, as Shye never once directed an attack at him.

To make matters worse, despite his best efforts, he was the slowest among them, struggling even to land a simple slash with his shortsword.

Leffen and Tenth Hawkling, on the other hand, hadn’t originally been part of the Shye Crowley Hunting Party.

But due to a stroke of luck—or rather, unfortunate circumstances for their Lord Father—the two had been allowed to join, though they weren’t exactly capitalizing on their fortune due to their lack of combat prowess despite the enhancements they enjoyed.

Kiin would have undoubtedly been included in the roster had he not been convulsing, his fate unknown.

‘Tch, wake up already, damn old man!’ Shye glanced at Sanada, suffering a shallow cut on his left cheek due to the momentary lapse in focus.

His stamina reserves were running low, and he was barely holding on.

If the old man didn’t regain consciousness soon…

Something had to change, and Shye knew just what to do.

‘One… just one… if I can grab just one of these slippery bastards…’

The gears in his mind shifted and turned as his eyes scanned his surroundings, searching for the easiest target while defending himself from golden rapier lights, fireballs, ghostly stabs, and sneaky arrows.

As much as he wanted to slap Leffen to death for daring to mess with his sister and poison her very soul, that bastard wasn’t the easiest target right now.

‘The easiest one is…yes, that desperate pile of dung over there…’

The prime target was Sixth Hawkling, the shielder.

Only, there was a problem—he couldn’t leave his position, or Sanada would be in danger. The bastards would undoubtedly use the old man against him if given the chance.

Thus, he could only bide his time and defend for now.

For a while, Shye remained trapped in the same disadvantage, with seemingly no opportunity to shift the battle in his favor.

Until the desperate turd turned up, stabbing at him with his adorable shortsword.

The attack was so slow in Shye’s eyes that he almost yawned.

With a slight shift of his body to the side, Shye evaded the blow—though Primo’s divine rapier still left another ghastly wound in its wake.

However, Sixth Hawkling’s right wrist was left wide open as a result of his decisive move.

Seizing the opportunity, Shye swiftly grabbed hold of it before driving a powerful kick into the turd’s shield, sending it hurtling several meters away with a series of vigorous clangs.

He grinned sinisterly before muttering: “Gravitational Drain”.

The next moment, Sixth Hawkling felt his strength and vitality leaving him, and he flailed desperately to yank his wrist free from Shye’s grasp.

With his dwindling strength, however, he merely looked like a small monkey throwing a tantrum.

He naturally failed to escape.

Soon, his hulking body began drying up, causing even Primo and Hathor’s eyes to widen in utter horror.