Flashy Adventurer System : Show Off to Get Stronger! - Chapter 961

Chapter 961: Battle of the Black Dragon Gate (15)
“Primo, activate this scroll! Release the Soul Arrow after my attack!” Dweezel said with a crazed smile as he emerged from the shadows, dropped a red scroll in front of his eldest, and charged straight at the kneeling Shye Crowley.

The bastard had caused him much trouble, but in the end, the meddlesome youngster still fell a few seconds short.

It had been close, but it seemed things would still end in his victory.

Only a little over five seconds were left, but that was more than enough for the sinister snake.

He knew what his trump cards were capable of.

‘You’re physically resilient, I’ll give you that, brat. But can you still do what you need to after I destroy your ability to think?’ Dweezel inwardly sneered in disdain, continuing to bolt towards his defenseless target.

He had a way to kill Shye, but he believed it was far more efficient to shatter his mind—it would be the fastest way to make him release the magic circle.

Besides, there was nothing more satisfying than watching his greatest enemy reduced to a drooling idiot.

Arriving within prime striking distance, Dweezel’s dagger sizzled with shadow poison, its blade shrouded in a dark aura and wreathed in sinister black smoke.

Black thunder coiled around its edges, crackling with lethal intent.

This was Dweezel’s deadliest skill, a [Legendary]-tier technique so lethal that even pre-level five system Shye would have faced certain doom if struck.

This version of Shye, however, could undoubtedly survive the blow—though if he simply allowed the shadow poison and black lightning to devour his flesh and mana, his entire body would disintegrate within twenty seconds.

Yet, despite being a skill that any scout—including Ian—would go to great lengths to obtain, it was reduced to nothing more than a mere distraction to bait out Shye’s [Barrier of the Condemned].

Dweezel knew all too well the formidable power of the Impious Origin Belt’s defensive item skill.

Sure enough, the moment Shye sensed the lethal intent behind the sinister snake’s strike, his instincts kicked in, and he activated the barrier—just as Dweezel had hoped.

The crafty bastard grinned as his attack was effortlessly absorbed by the ghostly, almost ethereal shield.

“Primo, now!” he barked.

In the next instant, a small, unassuming purple arrow shot from the red scroll in Primo’s hand, streaking toward Shye at an unfathomable speed.

This was the Soul Arrow—a weapon designed to corrupt and annihilate what remained of his soul.

And Dweezel knew there was still something left to destroy.

After all, Shye could still think, which was why the sinister snake was in this precarious situation in the first place.

All of that would end soon, however.

Dweezel watched with a mad smile as the arrow pierced straight through Shye’s brain, sending an indescribable jolt of mental agony rippling through his entire being.

No blood was spilled—the ethereal projectile simply phased through him.

Shye remained eerily still as if locked in a battle within his mind.

To make matters worse, spells, elemental arrows, swords, and daggers continued to rain down upon him, slowly wearing away his demi-godlike body.

Dweezel observed his adversary from a safe distance, eagerly waiting for the moment he would go berserk and rampage.

‘5’…

…But nothing happened…

Shye continued infusing mana as if nothing had happened, unfazed even as projectiles and blades bruised, battered, cut, and stabbed him.

How could a mind attack affect him when he had 1,800 points in wisdom?

His defense against mental attacks was through the roof!

Yet, despite this, the attack undoubtedly dealt some damage to his brain, momentarily disorienting him and clouding his judgment as he suffered a splitting headache.

Thinking of an efficient solution wasn’t as effortless now.

Realizing the Soul Arrow did little to nothing, the smile on Dweezel’s face froze, and a sense of utter urgency washed over his entire being.

‘4’…

He shouted at the top of his lungs, “Primo! Get over here, quick!!!”

Without wasting a second, Dweezel pulled out two scrolls—one black, one white.

He would have activated both himself if he could, but it was impossible; the stored forbidden soul skill required two people.

Meanwhile, outside the Black Dragon Gate, a black star gleamed.

A modest-sized black sphere, containing the raw blunt force of three hundred two-handed mace strikes from a human with eight hundred points in strength, blasted toward Shye—silent as a peaceful night.

Shye naturally sensed the attack.

However, he was out of defensive skills to use. He had [Stoic], but he wasn’t sure if it would work against the attack due to its nature.

Was it magic-type, or was it a physical attack type?

Shye didn’t dare risk his remaining defensive skill.

In any case, he believed his current body could take the attack, it was just that he would probably be teetering on the brink of death.

And that was just fine to him.

The weak attacks of the forbidden creations and the hawklings barely dealt any damage to his current body anyway.

If it was just surviving for three more seconds, he was pretty confident in his success.

One of his most trusted skills was about to come off cooldown anyway.

What truly concerned him was the attack Dweezel was preparing alongside his eldest bastard.

The black star finally crashed into Shye, battering him with the sheer blunt force of three hundred two-handed mace strikes stacked atop one another.

Despite its overwhelming physical impact, the attack was oddly magical in nature—its crushing force washing over him like a colossal sledgehammer of raw energy.

Instantly, Shye spat out an alarming volume of blood, yet his hands remained glued to the scroll.

‘Ravenous Doppelganger.’

His strongest skill had finally come off cooldown.

If not for its shortened cooldown and reduced consequences upon reaching max level, it wouldn’t have been such a reliable option in the final moments of the unsealing operation.

The skill cooling down on time was one of the few factors that kept his confidence intact.

A shame it had been just a few seconds too late when he needed to activate [Barrier of the Condemned]—otherwise, he would have had two.

But beggars couldn’t be choosers.

He had to work with what he had, frustratingly inefficient as it might be.

The next moment, a copy of him appeared behind him—however, not the one he expected…