Villain Ch 249. Pathetic Impostor
The whispers that enveloped the impostor only fueled his misplaced confidence. He couldn't help but revel in the fact that so many had readily accepted him as the real Godlike, merely based on his attack stance and an air of assurance. The realization that he had successfully deceived them brought a self-assured smirk to his lips. He glanced at Allen, eyes gleaming with an arrogant glint.
"Take your stance," the impostor instructed, his voice dripping with condescension. "You won't stand a chance against me if you're not fully prepared," he taunted as if assuming the role of a mentor, imparting wisdom to a novice.
Unperturbed by the impostor's attempt to undermine him, Allen responded with calm simplicity, a friendly smile gracing his lips. "This is my attack stance," he replied, his tone devoid of any bravado or aggression. His relaxed demeanor only served to further contrast with the impostor's cockiness.
The impostor's sneer deepened, a mix of disdain and amusement playing across his face. "You must be an amateur, huh?" he scoffed, his words laced with derision. The arrogance radiated from him like an invisible aura, an attempt to belittle Allen and bolster his own ego.
In a split second, the impostor's confidence transformed into a deadly intent. Like a coiled serpent, he lunged forward, his body propelled by a surge of determination. With a swift, practiced motion, he slid his rapier forward, poised to execute a precise horizontal cut aimed directly at Allen.
His eyes glinted with a chilling resolve, revealing a predatory focus that surpassed mere arrogance. The air crackled with the unmistakable aura of killing intent. The impostor knew the risks involved in this maneuver, especially when facing an opponent like Allen, who possessed the Hiding skill. While the skill granted Allen a measure of invisibility, the impostor was well aware that it didn't render him entirely untouchable.
The choice of a horizontal attack was calculated. The sweeping movement would make it arduous for Allen to evade the impending strike. It aimed to exploit any opening in Allen's defenses, to catch him off-guard and capitalize on a moment of vulnerability. The impostor's strategy relied on overpowering his opponent swiftly, leaving no room for recovery or counterattack.
Once Allen entered within the impostor's rapier's range, the impostor's confidence surged. With a calculated swing, he aimed to cleave Allen's body in two, intent on claiming victory with a single decisive strike. The weight of anticipation hung heavy in the air, the crowd holding its breath in anticipation of the impending clash.
Yet, in a chilling turn of events, Allen's friendly smile vanished, replaced by an eerie smirk that sent a shiver down the impostor's spine. The glint in Allen's eyes shifted from warm to cold, a reflection of the darkness lurking beneath his seemingly amiable facade.
Allen's body reacted with lightning speed. With a graceful and fluid motion, he gracefully ducked beneath the blade, evading the fatal strike with millimeters to spare. The sudden display of agility caught the impostor off guard, his confidence momentarily shaken.
Seizing the opportune moment, Allen struck back with precision. In one swift motion, he plunged one of his daggers deep into the impostor's vulnerable stomach. The blade lodged itself within the impostor's flesh, causing a gasp of pain to escape his lips.
But Allen's assault didn't end there. With a fluidity of movement, his body pivoted behind the impostor in a rapid spin. Releasing the first dagger from its lodged position, he deftly switched to a dual-weapon grip and unleashed a ferocious flurry of slashes upon the impostor's exposed back.
Each strike landed with unforgiving force, sending waves of agony rippling through the impostor's body.
[Godlike has taken 245 damage points!] X3
The impostor's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as Allen's swift counterattack landed with devastating accuracy. The impact of Allen's daggers, coupled with the pain coursing through his body, shattered the impostor's illusion of invincibility. A momentary silence fell over the onlookers, the air pregnant with astonishment and anticipation.
The resounding cheers that had once filled the arena abruptly ceased, replaced by a collective hush. The spectators, who had initially expected a one-sided battle in favor of the impostor, now found themselves witnessing a display of unmatched speed and skill from Allen. Their expressions morphed into a mixture of surprise, admiration, and newfound respect.
"Three times…" Red_King muttered under his breath, his gaze riveted upon the unfolding duel. His eyes widened as he grasped the magnitude of Allen's achievement. "That dual dagger user managed to land three hits in just a single fluid motion," he marveled, his voice laced with awe.
Mastercraft, too, couldn't contain his amazement. He turned his attention to the duel, his voice filled with admiration. "That dual dagger user is incredibly efficient," he exclaimed, a tinge of excitement coloring his words. The seamless coordination and precision displayed by Allen had left an indelible impression on the seasoned player.
Determined not to yield to defeat, the impostor swiftly changed tactics, his desperation fueling a renewed assault. He swung his rapier once more, using his Strike skill to deliver a powerful vertical strike aimed at Allen. However, Allen's reflexes were razor-sharp. With a swift, fluid motion, he gracefully shifted his body to the side, evading the deadly trajectory of the rapier by a hair's breadth.
In a display of audacious agility, Allen seized the opportunity to retaliate. His leg shot forward like a coiled spring, delivering a powerful, well-placed spin kick to the impostor's legs.
[Godlike has taken 65 damage points!]
The impact sent the impostor reeling backward, his balance crumbling under the force of the blow. With a look of sheer determination etched across his face, Allen seized the opportunity to assert his dominance over his foe.
The impostor stumbled, his hand still clutching the rapier, Allen moved with a calculated nonchalance, stepping forward to assert his control.
Without mercy, Allen placed his foot squarely on the impostor's rapier, pinning it to the ground beneath his weight. The crowd erupted in a collective gasp, their attention fixed on the unfolding scene. A hush fell over the onlookers as they watched, captivated by the unexpected turn of events.
In a swift and decisive motion, Allen brought one of his daggers down with precision, driving it through the impostor's hand. The sound of metal meeting flesh reverberated through the air, accompanied by a muffled cry of pain from the impostor. The crowd winced in sympathetic discomfort, momentarily silenced by the raw intensity of the moment. Allen's actions spoke volumes, displaying both his dominance and his unwavering resolve.
With the impostor's hand firmly impaled, effectively rendering him defenseless, Allen maintained his position, his gaze locked on his fallen opponent. The impostor writhed in agony, a mix of pain and frustration etched across his face.
[Godlike has taken 101 damage points!]
Dropping to one knee, he maintained a firm grip on his dagger, pressing it against the impostor's vulnerable throat. The atmosphere grew tense, the onlookers holding their breath as they witnessed the culmination of the duel.
The impostor's eyes widened in disbelief, his facade of confidence shattered. The stark contrast between his own faltering performance and Allen's composed demeanor struck him with a wave of shock. Allen's fighting style, characterized by a relaxed yet agile approach, seemed to defy the conventional norms of battle. He moved with the grace of a cloud floating in the sky, effortlessly adapting to each situation. His movements possessed a dynamic quality akin to the wind itself.
What amazed the onlookers even more was that Allen hadn't even unleashed his Backstab skill, nor had he utilized his Hiding skill to gain an advantage. This realization resonated deeply with the spectators, underscoring the vast disparity in skill between Allen and the impostor. It became increasingly apparent that the impostor could never compare to the true Godlike.
Breaking the tense silence, Allen's voice cut through the air with a mix of disappointment and disdain. "This is too easy," he declared, his words laced with palpable contempt. His gaze fixed upon the impostor, he continued, "You're not even a pro player. You're nothing more than a pathetic impostor, not the real Godlike."
Allen's words reverberated throughout the street, their impact resounding in the hearts and minds of all who heard them. Murmurs of doubt and uncertainty rippled through the crowd, spreading like wildfire. The impostor's charade had been exposed, leaving no room for denial or deception.
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