Arad lifted the sword above his head, smiling as he clenched his fist on the hilt. The veins on his arms bulged a bit as the blade turned bright red, igniting flames.

The adamantine sword gets sharper the stronger you grip it, and it can absorb the magic channeled into it.

Alcott gave the sword to Arad since he didn’t have any great magic to channel, and a simple sharp blade won’t kill monsters with regeneration.

Arad could channel his void or the elements, and he has the strength to sharpen the blade.

CLING! One of the bandits pulled his sword as he saw Arad’s foot digging into the ground. He was about to rush at them.

CRACK! Arad didn’t rush. He jumped forward, swinging his sword. CLANG! The strike cleaved the bandit’s sword and head in a single motion. The flames gushing from the blade seared the bandit’s neck, preventing any drop of blood from leaking.

Before they could land, Arad swung the blade up, cutting the next bandit in half from the crotch to the shoulder. SWOSH! SWOSH! With another two swings, he cleaved the head of one bandit and severed the other’s torso in half.

BAM! Arad landed behind the bandits. It was four strikes in a single second. They all turned back as their friends fell dead. “What is he?” They gasped, “A high-level fighter! That’s inhuman speed!” Another one cried.

Arad took a deep breath. Lifting the sword above his head, “What was the skill name again?” He said, confusing the bandits.

The flames on Arad’s sword faded and were replaced with a dark haze of magic. The veins on his arms and legs bulged as his ** barely contained him.

“ACTION SURGE!” Arad screamed as if he had the skill. VROOOM! His heart raced as the blood pumped across his veins.

He didn’t have the skill. But would go all out and see how fast he could get.

CLAP! Arad landed in the back as eight of the bandits disappeared.

“What did happen?” One of the remaining five bandits cried. They could see Arad move. He looked around and saw him standing in the back.

Alcott, who was watching from his tent, saw it clear as day. Arad lunged forward, swinging the sword. He cut the first bandit across the torso, and the corpse disappeared instantly into his stomach. The same happened to the other seven.

“I saw enough,” Alcott walked out of his ten. Arad’s max speed was eight strikes a second. “You have grown a lot.”

Arad smiled, “I could only do three before. I managed to get an extra one normally, but with action surge, I can get double.”

Alcott sighed, scratching his head, “That was no action surge. You just swung that sword faster and harder.”

You can do one strike a second for every five points of strength. And to control it, you need five points of agility.

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Strength: 21 Agility: 22 Constitution: 24

Magic: 27 Intelligence: 24 Wisdom: 24 ｎｏｖ𝚕．𝚌ｏｍ

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You can do four strikes with 20 strengths and need 20 agility to control them. You could have tried to push a fifth one, but since you only have 21 strengths (1 strength for the fifth one). You might lose grip and drop the sword. And even if you hit, with only 22 agility (2 agility for the fifth one). Your edge alignment will be off, and you might break the sword.

^Let me guess. I lost a lot of stamina to do that action surge.^

You usually consume ten stamina per full-power attack. But while going all out, you consume double.

^The first four strikes cost me 40(Ten each), and the other eight cost me 160(Twenty each).^

HP: 320

/320MP: 285

/385SP: 118

/310

The magic cost you 5M per fire strike. And ten per void as you absorbed the corpses as well.

^I don’t have enough SP to go for another attack. What would happen if I tried an action surge?^

Lose control on the six as your SP runs out. And you will crash into the trees, unable to move for a while. You regenerate 1 SP per second, so make sure to count the recovery.

^Show the recovery speed below my stats. I would like to keep it in mind.^

HP: 320

/320MP: 285

/385SP: 126

/310

HPreg: 1

/hMPreg: 1

/minSPreg: 1

/s

^My limit is SP first and MP second. Is there a way to increase them?^

Magic items, or skills and potions.

“I’m going to finish the rest.” Arad turned toward the bandits, lifting his sword. “Five left, It’s been nice knowing you.” BAM! Arad lunged forward, killing the rest and absorbing them to his stomach.

Ginger walked out of her tent, “You wanted to gather some blood for healing. Don’t rely on it too much.”

“Why is that?” Arad looked at her.

“You can’t regenerate well if hit with holy magic. Don’t take any attack that you don’t know what it could have.” Ginger approached Arad, “A steel sword dipped in holy water for a week is all it needs to prevent you from healing with blood. Or flesh for the werewolf part.”

“I will keep that in mind.” Arad nodded, “But why didn’t you two help?” He looked at Alcott.

“You get more experience when fighting alone. It’s better not to interfere unless needed.” Alcott smiled, “You should have gotten more exp from those kills. Well except the leader.”

“Sorry, I was keeping the other bandits from attacking our tents. It would be cold to sleep in a punctured one if they fired arrows.” Ginger scratched her cheek, walking toward the campfire to heat up breakfast.

Arad looked at his stats, ^I wasn’t looking at it. How much exp did I get?^

You got forty for the leader and ten for each bandit.

Level: 10

/20Exp: 6420

/85000Sub-class: Void Knight

Arad looked at Alcott, “Say if you were to push yourself to the limit. How many times can you attack a second?”

Alcott looked at Arad. “I can comfortably fire 4 per second all day. But I can maintain 16 per second for a fight. My limit without my items is 64 in a single second and I’m off. But going all out with my items, I can do 128 per second and fall on the ground.”

“The hell? I’m not even close, I thought your limit was 16?” Arad gasped.

Ginger looked at Arad, “Believe me, the last dragon who got hit with it ended up worse than this salad.” She showed him a bow of diced lettuce and onion.