100 Floors All Master - Chapter 277

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All Master of 100 Floors Episode 277
The Third Universe Quest (2)
Crash!
Mountain ranges collapse. Players who cannot withstand the force simply vanish. Their health points depleted entirely, they are eliminated. Bursting with successive waves of power, they flicker and disappear without trace.
“This damn… bastard…!”
Tuvalt Shadowstar’s comrade, Ariana Brian, spat out a curse.
She had been confident.
Standing beside Tuvalt, she had cultivated her strength with every ounce of her power, and as a result had risen to the Second Tier. She possessed a strength that would not easily break under anyone—the strength that came from standing beside Tuvalt.
Even if it was the third Universe Quest, she had believed without doubt that she could clear it.
But now she found herself merely struggling to survive before overwhelming power. A cheerful laugh rang out.
“Hahahaha! Well done, descendant! You’ve cultivated considerable strength!”
Before her stood a mid-grade demon with three pairs of wings.
It was a supreme being from the Third Tier. The demon grinned wickedly.
“I may rank at the very bottom of mid-grade demons, but I won’t fall so easily!”
Bang-bang-bang!
The demon flicked a finger. Black Magic’s vibration shook the space in all directions. Players who had been moving cautiously disappeared with screams.
There was not only Ariana in this place.
Literally hundreds of thousands of Players were here.
But they were being mercilessly swept away. And that was inevitable. Hierarchy was the absolute standard of the Universe. Hundreds of thousands from lower tiers gathered together could never reach it.
Whoooosh.
The demon flicked its finger again. The demon’s Black Magic was vibration itself. Space became the medium, laying waste to all directions.
Crash!
“Cough!”
Ariana managed to withstand it, but suffered considerable internal injuries.
The demon marveled.
“The Tower has been open for just over ten years, and already you’ve reached the Second Tier. And you withstand my attacks. Is this the ability of a Player? Splendid. I take pride in you as a demon.”
“Then how about showing some restraint? The Defeated are blocking the path forward for those who advance. Isn’t that too much?” she asked lightly, but there was steel beneath her words. The demon smiled bitterly.
“I’m sorry about that. But I cannot yield. Because if I kill you, I might be given an opportunity as well.”

Ariana’s face hardened as she understood the meaning. The demon raised its finger.
“So… what you and I must do is one thing.”
Kill or be killed.
“Come. Prove your worth.”
Power erupted anew. Ariana waved her hands, gathering Demonic Energy.

Ariana was not the only one fighting.
All Players in the Universe, with all their might, must be facing the Defeated.
And beside them would exist countless comrades fighting alongside them.
But not Kang Jun-hyeok.
In his vicinity, not a single Player existed.
Step. Step.
He walked forward. Before long, he encountered a single being. The figure showed surprise upon seeing Kang Jun-hyeok.
“What? I was told that a number of Players sufficient to bring me down would come. Why only one?”
The bewildered figure suddenly wore an expression of understanding.
“Ah… so it’s you. That famously unique Perfect Player. The one recognized by Manbyeonggi and Eldyria.”
Kang Jun-hyeok nodded silently. Manbyeonggi spoke softly.
[Haimon.]
“It has been a while. To see you in such a state is quite peculiar.”
[Why did you enter the Tower.]
Eldyria asked in a subdued voice.
[What reason could you have for blocking Players as that one’s toy.]
“There was an irresistible constraint. The Administrator said that if I achieve three victories against Players, I would be given another chance.”
A chance to reverse defeat. A chance to challenge once more.
Eldyria drew in a sharp breath.
[What?]
“Perhaps, Eldyria, you did not receive such an offer. You were too strong.”
The opportunity was only given to the Defeated at a level that Players could oppose. Haimon muttered bitterly.
“How amusing this is. You were too strong, so you received no opportunity. But I was weaker than you, so I could receive this unstable chance. And conversely, the Players were so weak that they obtained a perfect opportunity.”
[…….]
[I see.]
Manbyeonggi murmured.
[You came here to receive another chance.]
[……We were defeated, Haimon. A complete and utter defeat, there is no doubt. Would you truly seek an opportunity by crushing those with rightful qualification?]
“Yes. I cannot accept it! I will challenge again!”
The figure could not acknowledge defeat, striving to move forward.
It resembled Alessandro, whom Kang Jun-hyeok had faced in the past.
But there was a crucial difference. In Haimon’s eyes as he looked at Kang Jun-hyeok burned open hostility.
“Simply because I was weak, simply because I did not participate in the Great War, I receive such an opportunity! It is profoundly unfair! If only I had been a little weaker! If only I had not participated in the Great War, I could have become a Player! Why only you! Only you!”
The key distinction was that Haimon harbored intense jealousy and antagonism toward Players. He spat the words as though chewing them.
“If I ascend the Tower, I will do far better than them. Stronger and faster. Better than this one!”
Haimon pointed an accusing finger at Kang Jun-hyeok.
“This one’s recognition from Manbyeonggi and Eldyria is merely due to the special status of being a Player! This one is not truly exceptional!”
[Is that what you believe. How unfortunate. To see you so corrupted.]
Manbyeonggi spoke in an embittered tone.
[Face him.]
Kang Jun-hyeok drew his blade. Haimon’s smile twisted.
“I know you are strong. You possess the strength to face me alone. But even so, you cannot defeat me.”
Screeeee!
An Aura burst forth. Overwhelming, truly as if to split the world apart.
Haimon possessed strength at the very apex even among the Third Tier.
If other Players were to face him, literally a million would be required.
“Farewell,” Haimon said quietly. In that same instant, his body accelerated. At a speed as if space itself were compressed, he approached and swung his sword wreathed in violent Aura.
Kang Jun-hyeok tightened his grip on the blade. Sword Qi rose—not flashy, but heavy and settled.
Clang!
One exchange.
The one who lost ground was none other than Haimon.
“Ugh!”
Unable to withstand the force, Haimon was pushed back and regained his footing. Shock flickered across his face.
“…… What?”
Kang Jun-hyeok took a light step forward.
With fluid movement he approached and shifted his blade. Haimon hastily defended.
Clang-clang-clang!
Sword and blade clashed violently.
Again, it was Haimon who gave ground. Manbyeonggi’s Martial Arts unfolded under Kang Jun-hyeok’s hand—remarkably fluid, a level of technique that even Manbyeonggi would regard as clean.
Clang!
Kang Jun-hyeok drove his blade forward with concentrated force. Haimon, judging the strike unstoppable, barely evaded.
As he unleashed such a full-powered stroke, a gap should naturally appear.
But not for Kang Jun-hyeok. He steadied his breathing.
First form. Raging Wind Heaven Slash.
Crash!
A mightier force drove toward Haimon. Unable to evade perfectly, Haimon’s arm erupted with lacerations. The expelled force then transformed into a tempest.
Second form. World-Shaking Wind Descent.
Bang-bang-bang!
“Aghhhh!”
Unable to completely block the savage gale, wounds erupted across Haimon’s entire body.
Haimon gritted his teeth and pulled forth greater Aura. His sword swelled as if to cleave a mountain in two.
Crash!
With successive strokes, all things in the world shattered and broke. Mountains collapsed and avalanches cascaded without end.
It was undoubtedly tremendous power.
Haimon truly possessed strength that could be called the very apex of the Third Tier.
But it could not reach the current Kang Jun-hyeok. He evaded every sword strike with movements akin to miracles and closed the distance in an instant.
“Wha…… what!”
Haimon gasped in shock. Kang Jun-hyeok, now at close range, thrust his blade. Haimon quickly raised his sword to defend.
Clang-clang-clang!
The moment blade and sword met, Kang Jun-hyeok’s blade slid smoothly across. Haimon tried to wrench his sword free with a rough swing, but failed. As if magnetized, the blade slid along his sword and severed his wrist.
Splash!
“Kuh!”
Wounded, Haimon retreated roughly. He clenched his teeth. Injuries accumulated gradually. If this continued, he would be pushed back and defeated.
Then with full power.
Screeeee!
All Aura concentrated into his sword. Its size rivaled a mountain itself—truly capable of splitting all things in the world.
“Die!”
With a brutal cry, Haimon swung his sword.
Massive, but slow. It could be dodged.
But Kang Jun-hyeok did not dodge.
More than that—he even set down his blade. He faced the pure Aura attack and opened his body.
Crash!
The savage sword strike lashed across Kang Jun-hyeok’s form. The moment Haimon’s face brightened—
Whoooosh.
The power contained within began to fade away.
Haimon, watching in a daze, whispered in a trembling voice.
“…… Vain Heavenly Force Dispersal.”
The heavenly power it carried dissolved in vain.
Manbyeonggi’s Divine Art. Its third form.
Vain Heavenly Force Dispersal was not omnipotent. Fundamentally, it was impossible to erase the strength of one stronger than oneself. At best it reduced force and diminished damage.
Yet Kang Jun-hyeok had succeeded in completely erasing Haimon’s attack.
But that meant only one thing.
It meant Kang Jun-hyeok had now reached a higher realm than Haimon.
“You…”
You…
Haimon lost the will to fight. His grip on the sword weakened. Kang Jun-hyeok, holding his blade, opened his mouth.
“I do not fail to understand those like you.”
Just as Alessandro and the True Ancestor had—the Defeated had their own despair. Those who received no proper chance, those seeking another opportunity, surely such beings could exist.
“But I have no intention of yielding.”
For those who had believed in him. And for the one who had yielded this chance to him.
He would win.
A sharp stroke drove toward Haimon. Haimon lowered his hand with a bitter smile. The blade pierced through Haimon’s heart.

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