Villain Ch 367. Monster Or Not?

Minutes felt like an eternity as the battle raged on. The clash of weapons, the grunts of monsters, and the sounds of their own skills reverberated through the chamber. Every second seemed to stretch, each passing minute a test of their endurance.

Amidst the chaos, the hologram screen in front of them was flooded with constant notifications. Experience points and loot announcements popped up one after another, a digital deluge that highlighted their progress even as they continued to fight. But the battle was far from over.

Their HP bars dwindled under the relentless assault of the rampaging incubi. The group fought back valiantly, using their area-of-effect skills to control the crowd. Yet, the high-level monsters proved to be formidable opponents, their attacks unrelenting and their numbers seemingly endless. Spawn rates were rapid, and the challenge was beginning to take its toll.

Amid the chaos of battle, there was a surreal juxtaposition that added an odd dimension to the clash. The incubi’s climax groans intermingled with the clashing of weapons and the booming sound of their battle. It was a jarring contrast, one that drew gasps and raised eyebrows among the group. Their fatigue was evident on their faces as sweat mixed with determination.

Allen’s expectations of a leisurely boss monster hunt had been upended, replaced by the urgent struggle for survival. The situation was dire, and every member of the group felt the weight of the battle. They were alone in this, and every swing of their weapons, every skill they unleashed, was a testament to their resolve.

As the minutes stretched on, their attacks began to bear fruit. Incubi fell one by one, their demise marked by their climax groans and the finality of their defeat. The group’s tactics were paying off, even if the price was steep.

Gradually, the tide of the battle began to turn. The relentless assault of the incubi began to ebb as their numbers dwindled. What was once an overwhelming horde was now a manageable challenge. The chaos gradually gave way to a more calculated rhythm as their enemies were vanquished.

And then, amidst the aftermath of the battle, two figures stood. Lust, the seductive demoness who had provoked their confrontation, faced off against Vivian.

The battle between Vivian and Lust raged on, a fierce duel that echoed with the sound of cracking whips. Each strike carried the weight of their determination, their HP points decreasing with every exchange. Their bodies bore wounds from the intense combat, evidence of the unforgiving struggle they had entered.

Their eyes were locked on each other, a testament to their unyielding resolve. Neither of them was willing to back down, and the intensity of their clash was mirrored in the sweat that beaded on their foreheads. It was a dance of passion and determination, a fight that transcended the boundaries of the digital realm.

Amidst the ongoing duel, the group’s attention was divided. Jane turned to the rest of the group, concern evident in her eyes. “We have to help Vivian,” she announced, her voice carrying urgency.

Shea nodded in agreement, her gaze still on the fierce confrontation before them. “I know, but how can we? They’re moving too quickly. It’s a duel, after all,” she replied, frustration tingeing her voice.

Jane’s brows furrowed as she considered the situation. “So, what? We just leave Vivian to fight on her own?” she questioned, her tone a mixture of worry and frustration.

Amidst the group’s uncertainty, Allen’s voice cut through the tension. “I have an idea,” he declared, his gaze fixed on the ongoing duel. His mind was racing, calculating the best approach to intervene without disrupting the duel’s integrity. 𝙚𝙤𝙫𝙚𝒍.𝒐𝙧𝙜

The battle between Vivian and Lust continued, their movements fluid and precise, each strike holding the weight of their determination.

Vivian’s movements were swift and calculated, her demonic claws glinting in the virtual light. She sidestepped Lust’s whip with practiced ease, her lithe form evading the strike. With a fierce growl, she retaliated, slashing her whip in an upward arc. Lust countered with a well-timed spin, narrowly avoiding the attack and retaliating with a swift whip strike.

The battle was a dance of power and agility, a display of skill and strategy. Lust’s whip lashed out in a series of quick strikes, each blow aimed at Vivian’s vulnerable points. Vivian, however, was relentless, her whip a deadly extension of her will.

As they clashed, their moves played out in intricate patterns. Vivian’s whip glinted as they deflected Lust’s whip, her agile movements a testament to her combat prowess. Lust’s own movements were fluid and precise, her whip a deadly extension of her intentions.

In the midst of their fierce exchange, the group’s attention remained fixed on the duel, their hearts racing as they watched the battle unfold. The minutes stretched on, each second carrying the weight of the duel’s intensity.

And then, the moment arrived.

Allen’s eyes narrowed as he saw an opening. With precise timing, he unleashed his Telekinesis Blast, an invisible force that interfered with Lust’s movements. The unseen power pushed against her, disrupting her balance and creating an opening in her defenses.

Vivian seized the opportunity, her determination fueling her actions. With a swift and determined lunge, she closed the distance between them. She used her Demonic Claw. Her claws gleamed as they aimed for Lust’s fatal point, a target she had identified through their intense duel.

The clash of their weapons was swift and decisive. Vivian’s claws penetrated Lust’s chest with a sickening thud, a fatal wound that brought a gasp of shock from the demoness. Her eyes widened in realization as she glanced at Allen, her annoyance evident even in the face of her impending defeat.

Vivian’s victory was met with a mixture of relief and exhilaration from the group. The battle had been hard-fought. As they caught their breath and surveyed the aftermath, Allen’s frown deepened at Lust’s reaction.

Lust’s click of annoyance lingered in the air, a final display of her defiance. Even in the face of defeat, her spirit remained unbroken. Allen’s gaze remained fixed on her, a mixture of curiosity and concern in his eyes.

‘Lust is a monster but why isn’t her reaction like one?’ he thought.