"What happened on Onigashima?"
The sudden shaking caused the members of the Onmyoryo stationed near Onigashima to start worrying. When they left their temporary camp and went outside, they were startled by the scene before them, because two giant 'horns' had emerged from the dense forest atop the small mountain within Onigashima in the distance.
"Not good! It might be that rumored 'Oni King'! Everyone, alert!!"
Because of the special reclusive nature of the Oni race, the world knew very little about them. However, based on their understanding of the 'Oni race,' having such long horns and estimating by body proportions... the height of that Oni might exceed 50 meters!
That 'Oni King' seemed to be attacking something in a frenzy, and the Boatswain immediately thought of Lancer, who had previously taken a small boat to Onigashima...
'I hope that guy is okay.'
The Boatswain didn't dislike Lancer, a wild and unrestrained man; she even regarded him as a friend. After all, she herself was trapped in that mire due to family background and work reasons, so she greatly envied Lancer free life. However, after spending some time with him, she knew she could never become someone like him, but it also made them good drinking buddies.
As for the Lancer the Boatswain was worried about, how was he doing now?
Screech~
A lance several times longer than a normal person's height was carried on Lancer shoulder, and the tip of the lance dragged a thin groove into the hard ground. When he lunged forward again to dodge a foot stomping down, he didn't run away like before but suddenly spun around, because he was ready.
Undoubtedly, after the opponent 'grew large,' the originally terrifying power became even more terrifying. At the very least, Lancer had no intention of tanking it head-on. What made him even more helpless was that the ordinary long spear form couldn't even truly deal enough lethal damage to the opponent.
The LOLI, who originally didn't even reach his chest (not counting the horns), had instantly turned into a giant over 20 meters tall. The spear that was originally taller than the opponent was now not even as long as the opponent's palm.
The benefits of a larger size were unquestionable; both strength and attack range were enhanced, but the price was that one also became easier to hit.
But even so, Lancer full-power strike only opened a several-meter-long gash on the opponent's calf. However, converted to the opponent's current body size, it was just a slightly long scratch. With the recovery power of the Oni race, it had little meaning; perhaps the stimulation of the wound actually made the opponent's attacks even more frenzied.
"Wonderful!! It's really wonderful!! More!! Let me enjoy it some more!!"
Pain only stimulated the opponent's fighting spirit, so Lancer also had to let 'Zero' enter Phase Two. The nearly 2-meter-long spear instantly grew almost double in length, and blood-colored patterns crawled all over the shaft. At the same time, Lancer pulled up his scarf and tied one end of it to the spear shaft, after which blood began to transfer into 'Zero's' body.
Phase Two of the Quinque required enough 'fuel.' Normally, Lancer wouldn't mind supplying it himself, but the enemy this time was too powerful. He didn't even dare to have the slightest distraction; he didn't want to leave even the tiniest flaw.
At the same time, his ice-textured right hand began to emit freezing air to the surroundings. Under the influence of the freezing air, the blood mist emitted from Lancer body also began to gradually turn into crystalline blood-colored ice crystals floating around his body.
Weak fishmen, whether in the sea or on the ground, are the weakest existences. But no matter how weak a creature is, it has the will to live. In order to survive, they developed a move specifically for dealing with enemies stronger than themselves: 'Murloc Triple Stab.'
Ignoring the gap in strength, a three-hit combo that must be thrust out when facing any powerful enemy.
However, in Lancer hands, it changed again. Lancer had long noticed the significance of the skills the 'system' provided him. It seemed it didn't want Lancer to rely on those system-provided skills; all moves were 'foundations.' After countless practices and uses, Lancer also found his own method.
He was not a fishman struggling on the line of survival, but similarly, the meaning of this move's existence was to defeat stronger enemies!
"Enjoying it? I hope you can still say that next. This is the resistance from the weak————Murloc Triple Stab!!"
Lancer originally terrifying speed reached an even more terrifying state in an instant. Even Ibuki Suika couldn't see the opponent's existence, but she instinctively crossed her arms in front of her.
Screech~!
The first strike grazed the opponent's right arm, bringing up a spray of blood;
The second strike hit the left wrist. As Lancer withdrew the spear while simultaneously stepping on the opponent's wrist, the original defensive posture instantly collapsed, and the hands fell down involuntarily.
Two consecutive strikes instantly collapsed Ibuki Suika defense, and the target of his third strike was the opponent's completely wide-open forehead!
But just as Lancer gathered all the power of his body into his hands, his enemy————vanished!
'Again?!'
But before he could react, a sense of danger rushed towards his face.
"Exactly! That's it!!"
Along with Ibuki Suika roar, Lancer only felt his abdomen twist into a ball in an instant, and then an explosive power erupted from his abdomen.
Bang!!
With power not inferior to his charge, he flew out instantly and then slammed hard into the stone pillar where the three Oni Kings had been sitting before.
What kind of feeling was it now?
Lancer even felt that his internal organs no longer belonged to him.
"Cough cough!!"
After violently spitting out a mouthful of blood, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief looking at the bright red blood. Fortunately, the blood was bright red and there were no organ fragments.
Gulp~ Gulp~
After first drinking a bottle of Recovery Medicine G, he began trying to drive the Orbment to heal himself, but in that instant————
"Don't think of running!!"
Accompanied by a roar, a petite figure appeared in front of Lancer again. Lancer, unable to distract himself to drive the Orbment, decisively jumped to the side.
Boom!!
The spot where he was standing exploded into a small pit, and amidst the infinite dust, Lancer saw a pair of eyes that seemed blood-red.
Knowing he simply didn't have time to use buffs on himself, Lancer only way to strengthen himself now, besides his trump cards, was only one————potions.
'Demondrug G' and 'Armorskin G.'
He wanted to drink both together, but the problem was that, perhaps because it wasn't a game, he couldn't drink both together. After all, the properties of Demondrug and Armorskin were completely opposite: one enhanced reflex speed, while the other reduced the sensation of pain. Forcing himself to drink both might look like his stats increased on a panel, but it would be of no help to combat. This was probably the biggest difference between a game and reality.
Glancing at the blood-red eyes in the dust, Lancer didn't hesitate and downed a bottle of Demondrug G in one go.
Since it was a choice between two, being passively beaten was not his hobby!
Let's do this!!