n

n

n

nTranslator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

nBlood splattered everywhere!

nMolmo’s body had been slashed by several sword auras!

nAfter all, how could Molmo possibly block all 72 of the strikes with only the threads that had enveloped his hands?!

nCountless wounds instantly appeared on Molmo’s body, and blood gushed out from them!

nIt was a bloody scene.

nThe ground, the walls, and even Hercules’ face were all drenched in Molmo’s blood.

nMolmo felt his strength rapidly draining from him. Suddenly his vision blurred, and he collapsed onto the ground.

nThump!

n“Father, I won.”

n

n

nHercules said indifferently while looking at Molmo’s body that had slumped over.

n“No, you haven’t won yet.”

n“I won’t recognize your victory until Molmo’s dead.”

nOsse crossed his arms over his chest and responded indifferently.

nA hint of surprise flashed across Hercules’ eyes. He did not understand why his father wanted him to kill Molmo.

n‘Didn’t he obtain this power just to take revenge on a dragon? Why kill him here?’

nMolmo, who was lying in a pool of blood, did not have the slightest ability to resist.

nHowever, seeing as it was a direct order from his father, Hercules dared not reject him.

nOnce again, Hercules pulled out his gleaming sword from its sheath.

nSwish!

nHe hesitantly tightened his grip over the weapon while his chest rose and fell rhythmically.

nThis was Hercules’ first time killing someone.

nAlthough he had killed several magical beasts in the Moldos Mountain Range at his father’s request, he had never actually killed another human being before.

nHowever, his father’s words were absolute. If it was Osse’s order to kill Molmo, Hercules would not hesitate.

nSwish…

nThe edge of the blade flashed with a cold gleam. Unbeknownst to Hercules, however, his majestic sword, which was made out of mithril, had been chipped.

nHercules slowly walked towards Molmo. His shoes were already soaked in Molmo’s blood.

nMolmo’s warm and sticky blood had made Hercules rather uncomfortable, so much so that his calm demeanor had been momentarily disrupted by the disgusting sensation.

nHowever, he quickly readjusted his emotions with a quick twitch of his eyebrows.

nHe brought his arms up high while he gathered strength in his arms.

n“Go to Hell, Molmo.”

nHercules let out a long breath and enunciated each word slowly.

nHercules had finally put down his restraints and reservations. In this moment, Hercules’ eyes were filled with killing intent.

nHe was prepared to take Molmo’s life!

nA mysterious aura surrounded Hercules. Although he had not used any mana, faint blue flames still appeared around him!

nIt was killing intent!

nIt was pure, unadulterated killing intent that had been condensed to the extreme!

nHercules was indeed a prodigy. Despite his first time killing another human being, he was able to muster such intense killing intent!

nEven Osse, who was watching from the side, had revealed a surprised expression at this sight.

nHe did not expect that his son, who had always been an obedient child, to bear such powerful killing intent!

nIt had rivaled his own!

nHercules’ killing intent had reached its peak, and his blue flames were now burning fiercely!

nHercules’ eyes suddenly narrowed, and he fiercely swung down his sword!

nChop!

nThere was no technique nor finesse involved within the strike. It was a simple, violent slash.

nDespite that, the speed at which he swung the blade had left an afterimage in its wake!

nClang!

nHowever, the moment the sword struck Molmo’s neck, a loud clang suddenly rang out!

nUpon closer inspection, Hercules noticed that Molmo’s neck was fortified with several black threads!

nMolmo had intercepted Hercules’ most powerful strike!

nHercules could not help but narrow his eyes and subconsciously took a step back.

nWith the defense that Molmo commanded, Hercules feared that the only way to harm him was to use magic.

n‘Did Molmo really faint?’

nHercules no longer hesitated. He lunged his sword at Molmo’s heart this time!

nFast, accurate, and ruthless!

nThese three words could be used to describe Hercules’ newest strike!

nClang!

nAnother familiar metallic sound rang out.

nAlthough the blade had already pierced through Molmo’s clothes, it had failed to penetrate Molmo’s skin once more!

n‘It’s the black threads again!’

n‘Damn it!’

nHercules was growing impatient.

nHe took a deep breath, and rays of light suddenly rose from his hands.

nMana fluctuations appeared all across Hercules’ body.

nHe was finally using his mana!

n

n

nThe rays of light gathered on Hercules’ palms, and as a result, the speed at which he waved his sword had increased by twofold!

nEven if Molmo was conscious, Hercules doubted that he would be able to read his movements.

n“Wind spirits, heed my call! Grant me speed of a thousand winds!”

nHercules chanted.

nCountless sword auras and sword silhouettes launched out from Hercules like a raging tide!

nClang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

nCountless metallic clangs rang out from Molmo’s body.

nNo matter where Hercules struck, a patch of black thread would appear to intercept his attack.

nThe defensive capabilities of Molmo’s black threads was starting to give Hercules a headache. They had intercepted his attacks time and time again, and even though Molmo had already lost consciousness, Hercules was unable to lay a single finger on Molmo.

nHercules’ terrifying barrage lasted for a full minute.. Despite that, Molmo was completely unharmed during the entire minute!

n