Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 935

Chapter 935: Rude Awakening
“Puhaahk!”

Back inside the Hawkin Group Headquarters, an ashen-haired young man wearing a white half-dragon mask coughed up a fair amount of blood—a golden rapier light slowly fading from the harrowing wound on his right waist.

For the first time in a long while, Shye had suffered significant injuries at the hands of a fellow human.

He glared resentfully at the six remaining Hawklings, especially Leffen.

How he wished he could strangle and slap the bastard to death.

Unfortunately, his priority was keeping both himself and Sanada alive.

He had tried countless times to send the unconscious geezer back to headquarters using various organizational scrolls and talismans.

But the damned Hawklings were just too prepared for this moment, and none of those methods worked—either jammed by some sort of device or interrupted by Dweezel’s bastards.

He must hold on until Sanada wakes.

If Shye had the freedom to move from his position, the battle would not have been this one-sided.

Protecting the old man severely restricted his relentless, overwhelming fighting style.

Forced onto the defensive—something he wasn’t used to—he struggled against opponents who were far from a run-of-the-mill bunch.

They were Dweezel’s finest.

And they were using illegal enhancements.

Nonetheless, Shye stayed focused, ignoring minor details.

One thing he had learned from his many near-death experiences against monstrous creatures was that, in a battle to the death, he had to lock in completely.

Negative thoughts—or any other distractions—would only lead to his doom.

And so, he persevered, hoping the old man would wake up soon.

Gritting his teeth, Shye blocked another ghostly strike from Hathor with his weapon—a greatsword in one hand and a black shield in the other.

He then swiftly spun, raising his shield to block a flurry of rapier strikes from behind.

To his surprise, this one was different from the hundreds he had defended against before.

It was a single, piercingly powerful thrust, denting a point in his black adamantite shield and forcing him to stagger back a few steps.

‘Crap!’ Shye cursed as he realized that there was also a piercingly powerful arrow headed his way, approaching at sonic speeds.

The sharp projectile tore through space and void alike, landing cleanly on the dented part of his shield.

His instincts screamed at him—let go or suffer a lethal strike.

Shye had long known that his battle-honed instincts, sharpened through hundreds, if not thousands, of fights, were rarely wrong.

And so, he dropped the shield as if it were filthy excrement.

His decision quickly proved golden, as the dented part of the black adamantite shield was pierced clean through.

Had he not trusted his instincts, the arrow would have struck his left shoulder, leaving him either unable to move his arm or losing it entirely.

Twelfth Hawkling’s thunder arrow was no joke—it had the power to maim or kill him outright if he didn’t take it seriously.

Unfortunately, though he had managed to keep both his left arm and his life, a gravitational blast orb was already hurtling toward him from the other direction.

He noticed it—but with only his sword and his sturdy physique, he had no choice but to take the attack head-on.

‘F*ck it—slicing it apart is infinitely better than taking it head-on!’ he thought.

To an extent, Shye was right.

But there was no perfect solution to his dilemma.

He would still have to deal with the spatial explosion, which could either tear his limbs apart or send him hurtling violently in another direction, depending on his distance from the blast.

Fortunately, he was no stranger to spatial blast spells.

Shye slashed the dark, ominous orb at just the right distance, triggering an explosion that sent him flying backward.

Spatial ripples tore through the air, and nausea crashed over him like a raging tide.

Four of the Hawklings had coordinated their attack well, but Leffen and the other scout-class Hawkling failed to find the right opening to strike.

As a result, Shye managed to escape with only minor consequences—losing his black adamantite shield, suffering nausea and minor blast damage, and losing his footing.

While the latter was dangerous, it was still a far better outcome than the alternative.

Stabbing his greatsword into the metallic ground to slow his rapid retreat, he summoned another from his inventory and did the same, further reducing his backward momentum.

In the end, he still landed on his butt—but with no additional injuries.

The spot where he landed felt surprisingly comfortable—nothing like the harsh impact of cold, metallic ground.

Shye subconsciously glanced down.

‘Crap!’

“He had landed right on the unconscious old man’s frail stomach.

A raspy cough suddenly sounded from beneath him. Looking down, Shye found the old man staring up at him—still disoriented but with a hint of resentment.

“S-Stand up! You think my old body can still handle your heavy bottom?!” the old man raged, momentarily forgetting where he was.

Shye’s response, however, only made it seem like he was mocking the old man further.

Instead of standing up, he unintentionally pressed down even harder on the old man’s stomach—just as Leffen brought his tachi slashing downward at him.

Shye blocked the blow with ease, but it was the poor old man who suffered, taking the brunt of the impact.

His lone remaining eye nearly popped out of its socket as he wheezed out a strained gasp.

‘S-Shit!’ Shye inwardly cursed again, genuinely worried about the old man’s fragile body.

Resentfully glancing at his attacker, he teep-kicked the hell out of Leffen’s face from his sitting position, sending the hateful yet lucky bastard arcing through the air before crashing onto his back—his nose and mouth now bleeding.

This time, luck wasn’t on Leffen’s side.

Swiftly regaining his footing, Shye exclaimed urgently, “Geezer, I’ll apologize later! If you can move, then get out of here—I’ll handle this!”

The old man wanted to retort, but after a quick glance around, he realized the situation was far from favorable.

He also wasn’t in any condition to fight.

Indeed, the wisest course of action was to retreat, recover, and return when he was capable.

“Sorry, lad. I shall return later!”

With that, he vanished into the void.

The jamming resistance tried to hinder him, but he was no stranger to such technology—quickly bypassing the interference with practiced ease.

The moment Shye sensed the old man was no longer in the area, a cold smile crept onto his face.

‘Payback time, you bastards. Don’t run now!’