[Look at that movement! It's fast and precise! Incredible!][With overwhelming power, yet another victory is secured!][Hmm, the lord with that Oathbearer must be quite pleased, huh?]
Simultaneous chain battles were unfolding in various places.Countless Plevemeer were seen fighting, winning, and losing all over.And those who broadcasted their battles—they were commentators meant to entertain the lords watching the fights.
[Hmph, an opponent of that level should be handled with ease.][Is that your third straight win? I'm jealous—you chose your Oathbearer well.][Whew, but that unlucky one over there... ugh.][As soon as that guy falters, he needs to be cut out.]
The lords enjoyed watching their Oathbearers in action, though at times they clicked their tongues in frustration.Most of the lords had bet 1,000 coins on the chain battles.It wasn't a small amount, but it wasn't too much either.
[I hope we can get at least triple returns this time.][Looks like you brought a solid Oathbearer—should be doable, no?][Think of it as a bit of entertainment. Win or lose, it doesn't really matter—max returns are nearly impossible anyway…]
The maximum possible profit from chain battles was 15,000 coins.At that level, even the lords couldn't ignore the amount.But they didn't seem too concerned—because they knew the reality.
How difficult it is to earn the maximum profit.
[What? A guy with 60 Bevel can't even get 5 wins? You brought a piece of trash.][See? Just having a high Bevel doesn't mean everything will go your way.][Isn't there still no Oathbearer who's reached 15 straight wins? The admins clearly messed up with the balance—who's supposed to clear an event like this…]
To earn the maximum profit, you had to achieve 15 consecutive wins.The chain battle had already been attempted three times, but no Oathbearer had ever made it to 15 wins.The best record was only 12 wins—This alone showed how difficult the chain battle truly was.The biggest problem: there were no rest intervals.
"Hah… huff… Just… wait a second, a break…"
[The battle continues.]
"N-no, wait!"
No matter how strong a Plevemeer was, their stamina wasn't infinite.The same went for mana. As the battles dragged on, stamina and mana would inevitably run dry, and combat performance would drop.Dragging out a fight incurred penalties, so there was no way to buy time either.And in that state—what if they met a rested and fresh Plevemeer?
"Gaaahhhh!"
[Oh dear, viewers—Dwarf 'Ruhwek of the Stone Mountains,' who had achieved 7 wins, has been defeated! Looks like he'll be going home with nothing.]
Even a Plevemeer on a winning streak could collapse in the end.The lord who watched their Oathbearer's defeat sighed heavily.The commentator's words sounded like salt in a wound, and irritation surged up uncontrollably.
But what could he do? He had lost.
[Sigh… I'll be taking my leave now. My Oathbearers have…]
WAAAHHHH!
Just as the disappointed lord was about to leave,cheers erupted from somewhere—it was the commentary team.Their job was to entertain the lords.They often cheered even at trivial things.He was about to ignore it.
[Hmm, that human's quite something...][His combat ability and judgment are solid. More than anything, he seems experienced—like a warrior who's been through many real battles.][So you saw it too? Then it's not just me.]
Even the other lords were talking about someone.Curious, the departing lord turned to look.His eyes widened.Of course they did.
[Lightning-fast movements! He's fast! He's not stopping!][Can it be countered? No, he's too fast for that! Ah! They failed to counter! Seems like he's offering up flesh to minimize the damage!]
[Rygen's broken left arm strikes back! But—!]
A battle was unfolding.A towering lion beastman clashed with a comparatively small-framed human.The beastman, his left arm swinging limply, let out a lion's roar as he lunged to sink his fangs into the human's neck.But the lords watching knew.
They knew what was about to happen.
[Afterimage! He's alive! Once again!][Rygen can't react in time!]
Everyone knew—there was no way that human would get hit by such an attack.A flickering afterimage remained in his place.The human reappeared within that fleeting gap,and his fist struck the lion beastman.A crimson wind tore the beastman's body apart.The outcome was decided.
[He's down! 12 consecutive wins! The nameless warrior has reached 12 straight wins! That ties the all-time chain battle record!][Unbelievable! Isn't he just level 10? He's going up against Oathbearers in the 40s and 50s and not only holding his own—he's dominating them!][Right. He seems to get even stronger with each round—it's amazing. At 12 wins, you'd expect him to be exhausted by now!][Exactly. At 12 wins…]
A warrior who revealed neither name nor facehad achieved 12 consecutive victories.What shocked everyone:he was only level 10.
The lords watching the fight were a mix of astonished and confused.
[A level 10 human can fight like that? Is that even possible?][He's using only S-tier skills, and look at those gloves… Did some lord secretly decide to sponsor him to that extent?][Don't be ridiculous. At that level, the sponsoring lord would be taking a loss.][Exactly. You know how it is—giving away skills like that, especially to a level 10 Plevemeer, would never come without some massive price.]
Even lords, beings of near-absolute power, had limits.Supporting a Plevemeer came with many constraints.Making a level 10 Plevemeer that powerful? Practically impossible.More than anything else—it just wasn't cost-effective. There was no reason to do it.
[Then are you saying he grew that strong by himself? Acquired all those skills on his own?][That sounds even more impossible.][Hooooohhh…]
It was an impossible event.And yet, that impossible event was unfolding right before their eyes.Chain battles were still happening simultaneously in various locations,but all the lords' gazes were now drawn to one place.
To the battlefield where the nameless warrior—Han Yuseong—was fighting.
[It doesn't make sense, but…][Could it be…?]
A single thought began to surface in the minds of the lords.An unthinkable thought—a possibility so close to zero it was almost absurd.
[Is someone… finally going to achieve 15 consecutive wins?]
No one had ever reached 15 wins in a chain battle.But now, someone might.And that someone… was a level 10 Plevemeer.
CRACKKK!
"Ghhk!"
A fist pierced straight through the monster's heart.The creature spat blood and collapsed,then faded into light and vanished.The Blood Soul Emblem greedily absorbed the monster's spilled blood.
[The victor of this chain battle has been decided! A level 10, nameless warrior!][That makes 13 wins! This is unbelievable!]
[The battle continues.]
Han Yuseong exhaled a long breath.He had fought 13 battles in a row—literally, without a single moment to rest.It was only natural that exhaustion weighed on him.He could feel the fatigue accumulating in his body.
Yet, his movements and attacks—only grew sharper with time.
[Beginning the 14th battle!][Lv.10 Nameless Warrior VS Lv.55 Namgoong Cheon!]
It was thanks to the Legacy of the Blood Demon.Both the Bloodstorm Fist and Blood Soul Emblem grew stronger the more blood was shed—in other words, the longer the battle continued.These buffs would normally vanish at the end of combat.But in a chain battle, where there are no breaks between fights—
"—there's no chance for the buffs to expire."
The fully empowered Bloodstorm Fist and Blood Soul Emblem were overwhelming.As soon as the battle began, Han Yuseong surged forward with Wind Step,closing the distance with Blood Surge,and struck his opponent before they could react.His fighting style maximized the use of stamina and mana, pushing efficiency to its limits.
SHHRRRRIP!
"I smell the foul stench of blood! Are you a cultist?""Do I look like one?"
His 14th opponent, Namgoong Cheon, was no pushover.Judging by the name, he likely hailed from the same world as the Blood Demon.Namgoong Cheon summoned sword-shaped constructs and launched an attack on Han Yuseong.
"Take my blade!"
Namgoong Cheon charged in, sword aura flaring, unleashing waves of slashing energy.Han Yuseong calmly tracked the trajectory of the sword qi,waiting for the perfect moment.
And just as the energy blades reached him—
WHOOOOSH!!
"W-What?!"
Han Yuseong swept all the incoming sword qi away with Bloodstorm Flow.A violent crimson gale roared across the battlefield.From within that storm, magic missiles shot out like fangs,striking Namgoong Cheon's sword-wielding wrist with pinpoint accuracy.
Caught off guard, Namgoong Cheon grimaced.
CRACKLE!!
"…!"
In the next instant, Han Yuseong's spinning kick struck him like lightning—literally.Electricity surged over Namgoong Cheon's body as he staggered, coughing smoke from his mouth.Standing before him was Yuseong,a crimson vortex swirling tightly around his clenched fist.
BOOOOOM!!!
His fist smashed into Namgoong Cheon's solar plexus,and with it exploded the compressed Bloodstorm, engulfing his entire body.Namgoong Cheon collapsed—his flesh shredded by the blast,unable to even scream.
It was a one-sided battle in the truest sense.And considering this was his 14th fight, it was almost impossible to believe.
"The level gap can be closed with the power of the Martial God."
Up to levels 50 or 60, that gap could be narrowed to a certain extent.Beyond that point, it came down to skills and equipment.And Han Yuseong—he possessed four S-rank skills.
"Even owning one S-rank skill at level 60 is considered a miracle."
The same goes for gear.Having even a single Legendary-tier item is rare enough.But Han Yuseong had Mythic-tier equipment on top of that.It was only natural that he had the upper hand over his opponents.
The only remaining concern was stamina and mana depletion.
Fsssshhhh…
[Passive skill
Even that was taken care of by his passive skill.Blood Fiend allowed him, once per hour, to absorb health and mana from a defeated enemy.
[14 consecutive wins.][If you forfeit now, you can walk away with half of your accumulated rewards.If you fail the next round, you will lose everything.][Do you wish to continue the battle?]
A message appeared—one Han Yuseong had never seen before.It almost felt like the system itself was trying to dissuade him,urging him to walk away now.
But Han Yuseong?
He simply let out a scoff.
"I will continue the battle. Right now."
If he was going to quit,he never would've started this in the first place.As soon as Han Yuseong declared his answer,the message flickered briefly—then vanished.
And beyond the iron bars,someone stepped forward.
[Initiating the 15th battle.][Lv.10 Nameless Warrior VS Lv.60 Luciel.]
A man appeared, gripping a staff.When he saw Han Yuseong's face, he let out a smirk—then summoned his magic.
Immediately, monstrous creatures began to materialize all around them.
"You think a mere warrior can handle numbers like this?"
A summoner.And a powerful one at that.Han Yuseong scanned the battlefield, taking in the summoned beasts surrounding him.
There were at least forty of them—a daunting number even for a full team to handle.Let alone a lone warrior who had just fought 14 battles back to back.
"Who says I can't handle them?"
But none of that mattered to Han Yuseong.Not their number.Not the odds.Not the pressure.
With quiet determination, he clenched his fist and slammed his foot into the ground—
BOOOOOMMMM!!
A fierce storm of crimson wind swept across the battlefield.