The Automatic Rooting Range Is Too Wide - Chapter 81

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Auto Looting Range Too Wide Episode 81

Episode 81: Count (2)

The Count’s figure disappeared without a sound.

Immediately after, he appeared before Mincheol’s eyes with his sword tip aimed at him.

‘What’s with this spee—’

The side sword was launched, aiming for Mincheol’s neck.

Clang—

At the same time, Mincheol crossed his twin swords and blocked the thrust.

‘Kuk!’

Mincheol couldn’t help but be shocked by the impact that seemed to shake his entire body.

With just a waist-high stature, he was displaying monstrous strength that rivaled a Hop Goblin Knight.

‘On top of that, being fast too is just cheating!’

It was when Mincheol was crying out inwardly.

“As expected, you easily block this much.”

The Count said with delight.

“Show me more. Your skills, that is.”

The side sword was fired in succession.

Mincheol swung his twin swords to parry the attacks.

The blades clashed several times in midair.

Fast and precise attacks. As the number increased, his hands became dizzy.

‘It’s like multiple people thrusting spears simultaneously.’

Slash—

At that moment, Mincheol’s cheek was cut.

It wasn’t just his cheek. Sword strikes grazed his shoulder, forearm, and side.

Blood spurted along with stinging pain.

‘I couldn’t block them all.’

He couldn’t block one sword with two swords.

Above all, he had never seen such swift swordsmanship before.

“Hahaha, it’s been a while since I’ve met a swordsman who can match me.”

Unlike the desperate Mincheol, the Count looked quite pleased.

“It’s been a while since I felt excited. Let me increase the speed a bit more.”

Blue flames began to blaze in the Count’s eyes.

It wasn’t a metaphor or anything. Flames were really rising along his eye shape.

And at that moment.

Tap.

With a light tapping sound on the ground, the Count disappeared.

“…!”

Mincheol couldn’t help but be shocked again.

Because he suddenly disappeared without any preliminary actions like leaning his body or kicking off the ground.

Mincheol prepared for the incoming attack.

But instead of an attack, the same sound was heard once more.

Tap.

Behind him—.

Mincheol hastily turned around. But the Count wasn’t there.

At least this time he could see a black figure stepping off the wall and disappearing.

Tap.

At the same time, a sound from the side.

Whiiiik—

And a sound like wind swirling was added.

His spine went cold.

He didn’t even have time to look back at where the sound came from. Mincheol hastily swung his sword.

Sure enough, the Count’s thrust came rushing in.

Speed and weight were added to the already powerful thrust.

His body was pushed back by the impact.

Thud thud thud—

His body being pushed back by the impact.

‘If I lose my balance here, it’s over!’

Mincheol put strength in his feet and endured.

“Hooh.”

With their swords locked, the Count admired.

“Any ordinary knight would have had a hole pierced through their heart on the first strike. I didn’t expect you to react.”

It was an arrogant tone, but he had to acknowledge it.

The speed the Count had just shown was truly shocking.

“As expected, you are a warrior worth making kneel. I will definitely obtain your loyalty.”

Tap.

Again, the Count’s figure disappeared from before his eyes.

This time too, Mincheol couldn’t follow the Count’s movements.

Tap tap.

Two sounds.

Mincheol relied on instinct and blocked behind him.

Clang—

With a sharp sound, the twin swords were knocked away.

By the time he corrected his posture, the Count had already disappeared.

‘Where? Where did he go?’

Mincheol was on guard around him.

Tap. Tap tap tap.

But all Mincheol could see were the Count’s afterimages rapidly moving between the walls and ceiling.

‘He’s coming again!’

The Count charged at Mincheol from all directions.

Mincheol desperately blocked the Count’s attacks.

But no matter how hard he tried, he was always half a beat late.

‘He didn’t call me to this place for nothing.’

The room was spacious and blocked on all sides.

It was a place where the Count’s mobility could be utilized to the maximum.

‘How is he so fast? Is he using some skill?’

Seeing his eyes suddenly burst into flames, he was definitely using some kind of technique.

‘The gap in power is too obvious.’

But he couldn’t surrender.

How could a human become a goblin’s subordinate? It was absurd.

However, he couldn’t win like this.

The speed was too fast, making it difficult even to block attacks.

Since he couldn’t see the feet, it was hard to create openings with the additional function ‘Slice’.

‘If only I could use a smoke bomb…!’

But the Count was too fast to give him time to take something out of his inventory.

It was a similar situation to when he fought Iron Fang.

‘What should I do?’

The moment his concentration slipped slightly, the side sword pierced his shoulder.

“Kuk!”

Before he could counterattack, the Count’s figure disappeared.

Mincheol endured the pain and examined his wound.

‘Damn, I got hit hard.’

His arm wasn’t completely unusable.

But the Count’s attacks weren’t easy enough to handle with an injured arm.

With this, the tide of victory had completely shifted to the Count’s side.

In this moment of crisis, something came to Mincheol’s mind.

-The Tower is a dangerous place. Even the lower floors with accumulated strategies can suddenly become dangerous due to unexpected situations.

An Awakened evaluated as closest to the world’s peak.

It was Malcolm Bernard’s advice.

-When caught in such dangerous situations, most people lose their grip on reason. But you must not do that. You must struggle to survive, burning your will until the very end.

-This isn’t just mental theory. The stronger one’s will, the more a person can accomplish beyond their abilities.

Mincheol believed Malcolm Bernard’s advice without doubt.

He had already been able to defeat the Phantom Knight in the Hidden Stage thanks to accepting Malcolm Bernard’s advice.

‘Don’t give up. Find a way.’

Mincheol gritted his teeth.

His mind raced in the short time available.

Thought upon thought accumulated. Like lightning striking, something flashed.

No time to take items out of inventory?

Why should that be a problem?

Mincheol had a skill that could throw items without taking them out!

【’Kaela Marbenian’ is activated.】

【210 mana is consumed.】

【Please designate an item from inventory.】

Mincheol selected a smoke bomb from his inventory, then threw his sword.

The sword and smoke bomb struck the ground simultaneously.

The smoke bomb exploded, covering everything in smoke.

The moment the smoke burst, the Count charged at Mincheol.

Because of this, he ended up diving into the smoke with his own feet.

Having lost his target, the Count had no choice but to stop.

“Quite an interesting trick.”

The Count looked around in the smoke.

But the smoke was too thick to find Mincheol.

“What was that just now? Something definitely popped out of thin air.”

No answer came. The Count gripped his side sword and spoke again.

“It was a good attempt, but such petty tricks won’t work on me.”

At the same time, the Count swung his sword several times, and the sword wind tore through the smoke.

As the smoke disappeared, Mincheol’s figure was revealed.

Mincheol was now far away from the Count.

“It’s useless even if you distance yourself from me.”

If the distance had increased, he just needed to close it again.

Just as the Count was about to charge at Mincheol again.

Mincheol swung a sack he had taken from his inventory first.

The sack’s contents scattered and fell around the Count.

The Count hesitated as he tried to step on the ground.

“Caltrops?”

No matter how excellent the Count’s physical abilities were, he couldn’t be fine stepping on iron spikes.

“You’re pulling foolish tricks.”

But it wasn’t a big problem.

The gaps between the caltrops were wide, and the Count could leap far distances even with just his toes touching.

“Stop this useless struggling and pledge your loyalty to me now!”

The Count stepped hard on an empty space between the caltrops.

But the Count didn’t know.

‘I never thought I could tie you down with mere caltrops either.’

Nevertheless, there was only one reason Mincheol scattered the caltrops.

It was to limit where the Count could place his feet.

‘There!’

The moment the Count stepped down, he activated Auto Looting.

Simultaneously, a square hole was created under the Count’s foot by ‘Carving Out’.

The Count’s foot sank into the hole.

Before he could even recognize this fact, the Count kicked off the ground.

And at that moment, his foot got caught in the hole.

“Huh.”

The Count’s body swayed greatly.

But like the excellent warrior he was, he immediately regained his balance.

“A hole?”

The Count couldn’t help but be confused by the unnaturally placed hole.

Thanks to this, a gap appeared.

Mincheol didn’t miss this opportunity.

He unleashed his strongest technique.

He reached into his inventory and pulled out a spear.

Meteor Spear Technique

Chapter 1: Starlight Soaring Heaven.

The spear that left Mincheol’s hand became a flash of light and pierced through the Count.

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The Count.

As soon as Dureongka saw the spear flying toward him, he had an intuition.

‘It’s too late to dodge.’

Not only was the thrown spear too fast, but his posture had collapsed because his foot was caught in the hole.

‘I can’t block it either.’

The mana emanating from the thrown spear was extraordinary.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was the most powerful technique Dureongka had ever experienced.

‘I’ll die at this rate.’

In this moment of life and death, Dureongka realized he had to use his hidden card.

‘I never thought you’d make me use even this.’

In that split second, Dureongka gripped his side sword in reverse and plunged it into the ground.

Kwarreung.

With a tremendous sound, flames shot up around the blade.

The flames eventually led to an explosion. The explosion was powerful enough to blow away even the flash of light.

Everything around Tureongka turned pitch black.

The stone floor was blackened with soot, and all the curtains hanging on the walls had burned away.

The furniture that had been placed in this room had also turned to ash.

“Phew.”

Dureongka let out a sigh of relief.

It had been truly a long time since he felt his life threatened during combat.

“Warrior of Nasalga. You are truly strong. I never thought I would have to unleash the true power of this weapon.”

Wrath of the Volcano.

That was the name of this sword.

It was a weapon created by a craftsman who was inspired by the sight of lava erupting from a volcano and sought to recreate that power.

Though it couldn’t match a real volcano, it was undoubtedly a powerful weapon.

“I originally had no intention of using this power.”

Not only was it too powerful, but he also thought it was unbecoming of a knight.

However, Nasalga’s warrior had forced him to use it.

“I apologize for using dishonorable means.”

Dureongka raised the Wrath of the Volcano.

Crimson flames gathered around the blade.

It looked like he was holding not a sword, but a sacred flame soaring high into the air.

“But I want to have you so badly that I’ll do even this.”

Nasalga’s warrior said nothing.

Then he asked Dureongka.

“…Does that thing happen to consume the owner’s mana?”

“It does not consume any. So I won’t tire first.”

“…If you let go of the sword, does the flame get dispelled?”

“Once activated, it continues to maintain itself.”

Dureongka, who had been exchanging questions and answers, felt something unsettling.

“But why are you asking such things?”

At that moment, Dureongka saw it.

A smile that appeared on the warrior’s face—so bright and filled with greed.

“Huh?”

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