Danmachi: Voyager of Worlds Ability

[21] : Dance of Death, One Against a Hundred, The Art of Combat

"Hu!"

Exhaling slowly, Mika's gaze gradually sharpened.

At this moment, the path he had previously cleared was once again blocked by monsters, completely surrounding him.

"Roar! Roar!"

"Squeak! Squeak!"

Various monster cries echoed continuously, growing closer and closer.

The monsters were rapidly advancing towards Mika.

"Let the slaughter begin!"

Holding a weapon in each hand, Mika didn't wait for the monsters to attack; instead, he charged into the monster horde ahead.

He knew very well that he couldn't let the monsters completely encircle him.

Running swiftly across the grassy ground, the flames behind Mika's feet propelled him into the midst of the monster horde in an instant.

Using his shield to fend off the front, Mika directly knocked away the monsters colliding with him head-on.

With a swing of his flame-imbued greatsword, Mika executed a 'Water Surface Slash,' slaying several nearby monsters and clearing a space for himself to fight.

"A foothold is cleared."

Mika steadied himself, immediately retracting the flames from his sword.

Although the flame-imbued greatsword significantly increased his destructive power, his LV.2 magic couldn't sustain it for long.

Moreover, the weapon's endurance meant Mika could only use magic at the most critical moments.

For example, clearing space in the monster horde to unleash his full strength.

Currently, Mika was fighting against a hundred.

And these "hundred" were not all weak monsters. This was the twelfth floor, the deepest part of the upper layers, where monsters were terrifyingly strong in physical abilities.

But physical ability and combat strength were not the same.

The difference lay in skill, experience, and awareness.

These factors determined the gap between two individuals with the same physical abilities.

And in these aspects, Mika surpassed these monsters.

But that was it. After all, this was one against a hundred, where numerical advantage could negate the skill gap. Any attack from these powerful monsters was hard to withstand.

So, Mika aimed to turn this one-against-a-hundred into a hundred one-on-one battles.

He would use his skill and endurance to defeat them.

Therefore, he needed space where he could fully unleash his abilities.

Without this space, being squeezed in the dense monster horde, even the highest skill would be hard to showcase.

After all, the foundation of martial arts was footwork.

"Clang!"

A heavy wooden club slammed into Mika's shield, the heavy sound echoing through the monster horde.

"Tsk, I've never hated the weaponry here so much!"

From the tenth floor onward, the foggy environment had changed the rocky ground into a grassy field, with trees growing in the grasslands.

These trees were not ordinary plants; they were natural armories in the dungeon.

The half-beasts living here could easily pull these trees out, which then transformed into clubs, becoming the most handy weapons for the half-beasts, greatly enhancing their attack strength.