LRAB Chapter 76
Chapter 76
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Chapter 76
The Kraken swung its mighty tentacles, trying to strike down the humans charging toward it.@@@@
However, the humans were not as weak as the Kraken had assumed.
Boom!!!
A dozen knights, armed with heavy shields, moved in perfect unison, blocking the Kraken’s attack.
Alright, let’s see you dodge this.
The Kraken immediately attempted to coil its tentacles around the humans and hurl them away.
That is, if not for the old man charging in with an overwhelming aura.
"I have spent years preparing to kill you. Don't even think about leaving this place alive."
One of the greatest swordsmen on the continent.
A living legend of Mielephon.
Osberg Mielephon’s immense sword energy flashed, leaving a massive wound on the Kraken’s leg.
It’s him!
The dangerous human who had left a scar on its tough flesh when it rampaged here before!
"KIIIIAAAAAAA!!!"
The Kraken twisted its body in agony, letting out a piercing scream at the unexpected counterattack.
The damage was far greater than it had anticipated.
Its body shouldn’t be this weak.
Last time, it had only suffered minor scratches.
This time, however, it had received a deep wound.
For the first time, the Kraken felt its life was in danger—how could such an old human be so fast and powerful?
But the Kraken quickly came to a conclusion: If it could kill that human, the rest wouldn’t be a threat.
Thus, it set a trap.
It moved as if it had lost control, thrashing wildly to give the illusion that it was overwhelmed by its wounds.
It wanted its enemy to believe: A creature that has never been injured before wouldn’t know how to handle pain.
Osberg, the old swordsman, took the bait, pressing the attack with the knights to corner the Kraken.
But the Kraken had been waiting for that exact moment.
Suddenly, it shook off the knights, and all eight of its legs converged on a single point, forming a glowing red sphere in the air.
Although its primary attack was psychic, the Kraken was a true ruler of the seas.
There was no way it only had one ability.
The energy mass swelled violently—it was one of the Kraken’s hidden techniques: Superheated Breath.
No one knew that the Kraken was capable of such an attack, making it a completely unexpected move.
* * *
One step forward.
The sword style I use, Nameless Sword, allows for sudden bursts of speed.
It was the perfect technique for this situation.
If we wasted even a moment, the superheated beam would incinerate someone instantly.
The moment I saw the Kraken’s strange leg movements, I realized it was preparing to fire the beam.
Even the Sword Saint could be fatally wounded if they failed to react properly.
So, I had to act.
I dashed through the knights, quickly closing the distance.
As my speed increased, the world around me blurred, giving me the illusion that my vision was being pulled forward.
I rarely accelerated this much.
But it didn’t matter.
I compressed my aura explosively and shot into the air, aiming for the Kraken’s tentacles.
There were eight points I needed to cut.
One for each leg.
The energy for the beam was being concentrated in different areas, but I had done this kind of acrobatics many times before.
"You?!"
The Sword Saint’s surprised voice rang out as I suddenly entered the battle.
Even the immunity artifacts from the Magic Tower couldn't block the Kraken's mental attack waves so perfectly.
And yet, all of this was unfolding before their very eyes.
"Commander... isn't that sword aura?"
The symbol of a Master, the Aura Blade.
"No. It looks similar, but it’s different from a true Aura Blade."
Beren, the leader of the hunting party, stared at Leon with eyes wide enough to tear.
"But..."
"Yeah. It’s similar, yet despite its shortcomings, it isn't lacking in the slightest..."
The strongest warrior in the hunting party was undoubtedly Sword Saint Osberg Mielephon.
But considering the age difference between Osberg and Leon, this situation was completely absurd.
Everything was happening exactly as Leon had predicted, and even he was displaying his incredible power without holding back.
When Osberg had insisted on recruiting Leon into Mielephon, Beren hadn't believed him.
But now, he saw the truth for himself.
Sea King-class, the calamity of the ocean—the Kraken.
And now, that very Kraken was being completely dominated by a boy who had only just passed his mid-teens.
No—more than that, the truly disturbing thing was Leon himself.
The Kraken was an unknown entity, a Sea King-class monster deemed impossible to subjugate.
Yet Leon, a boy in his late teens, was effortlessly exploiting every opening, ruthlessly tearing through its body.
This level of battle instinct and technique was impossible without overwhelming experience.
For whatever reason, Beren couldn't help but think—perhaps the real monster here wasn’t the Kraken, but that boy.
He moved as if he knew everything about the Kraken.
His attacks easily broke the sound barrier, yet he dodged the Kraken’s counterattacks as if performing an acrobatic dance, relentlessly targeting its weakened spots.
That wasn't talent.
When Osberg first mentioned Leon, Beren had been skeptical.
No matter how much of a genius someone was, this was impossible.
This wasn’t the realm of talent.
But now, faced with this incomprehensible reality, his mind was thrown into turmoil.
"A natural disaster."
A talent so monstrous, it could only be described as a calamity from the heavens.
There was no other way to put it.
Where had such a monster suddenly appeared from?
Of course, the Kraken's power wasn’t limited to just this.
It had immense regenerative abilities, meaning they had to be prepared for a prolonged battle of attrition.
But then, as the second mechanism was activated, Beren realized how meaningless his concerns were.
"Commander, the wounds on the Kraken..."
"They're not regenerating?"
The Kraken's flesh, which had inhaled the spreading mist, was healing at an unprecedentedly slow rate, as if its regeneration had been completely blocked.
Noticing the situation, the Kraken urgently flailed all its tentacles, desperate to rip Leon apart.
At that moment, Leon was midair, falling toward the Kraken.
The beast seized the opportunity, aiming to grab him and tear him to shreds.
But just then, Leon casually twisted the grip of his sword, Elekstra.
In that instant, his foot seemed to push off an invisible surface in midair, propelling him forward at supersonic speed, narrowly avoiding the Kraken's tentacle.
ZZZZZZT!!!
Then came eight flashes of light.
Moving even faster than before, Leon weaved through the oncoming tentacles, slicing through them one by one.
Seizing the opening created by Osberg’s powerful strike, he dove straight into the Kraken’s vulnerable spot.
Sensing danger, the Kraken hastily moved to shield its wound.
But Leon had been aiming for something else all along.
As if carving rifling into the barrel of a gun, he left a deep, spiraling gash in one of the Kraken’s massive tentacles before landing.
And in that instant, he stole one of the Kraken’s eyes.
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