[CH598+ Continued] Dungeon Diver: Stealing A Monster's Power

Chapter 673

Another dozen exchanges pass, and neither of us lands a single hit on the other.

Redgrave's advantage at the start, as I had a weaker set of weapons, has been nullified; and now, the element of surprise is no longer to my advantage as the divine flame user is fully focused and waiting for me to slip up.

Two massive divine energy wounds burn in my chest, while ten smaller slashes glow all over Redgrave.

All over this side of the world, more and more people are stopped in place, pausing their usual morning tasks to watch the movie playing in the back of their minds.

My understanding of the scenes playing out is transmitted to their subconscious minds, allowing them to receive a high level of perception of my surroundings.

Even if this wasn't an extreme life-or-death battle, the clarity with which I'm looking into my surroundings would already be jaw-dropping. Even the speed at which I'm processing changing variables is transferred to the viewers minds in a digestible manner.

The looks of awe and amazement on family members and friends prompt tens of thousands more links to rush in every few seconds, not wanting to miss out on the world-shaking event happening—or at the very least to be entertained.

The pairs of eyes watching me surpass 18 million, and rise with every exchange, adding more base stats to every strike I throw.

Not only this, but I become far more proficient with my new blade. It is longer, heavier, and sharper than any sword I've ever used before, but with every hit, I feel more confident throwing more deadly strikes.

Redgrave also falls into his own rhythm, digging deep into the depths of his mind to remember the old days when he was fighting to the top to become one of the three strongest figures in this world, even before it was connected to the system.

His calculated gaze grows sharper, and the energy pouring out of his core grows hotter and more precise.

Our rate of improvement feels equal, as both of us are raising the stakes after every exchange.

The old man's anger deep down grows, as he feels he should be the superior fighter by a long shot. It's masked well, but after another dozen clashes without either of us even landing a single hit on one another, his rage comes out, and he yells again... but not at me.

"Hey Mut! Ignore that overgrown lizard and help me take this imposter down. I have trials to complete, I can't be wasting my energy on this warmup."

A ripple of fear comes out in his yell as he looks down at the battle below, and I take advantage of his plea for help to land another light slash on his midsection.

I grin and kick off the air to follow the old man.

Down below, Ember shows off a toothy grin as well, realizing I've turned the battle around and put all of the odds in my favor.

The fiery hound that Ember has been trading equal blows with turns its gaze toward me, and its collar burns bright yellow, mimicking the True Core glow that Redgrave's sword gives off.

The flames that erupt from the monstrous hound's mouth are many times hotter and stronger than its past ones, and a yellow aura surrounds its body, showing off a greater energy form manifesting around it.

The massive wall of flames sent Ember's way is meant as a distraction as the bloodhound jumps upward toward me, attempting to keep me occupied while Redgrave gets a hold of himself to send a fatal blow my way.

However, Ember's words before the match began give me confidence that I can focus on my own fight.

He would take care of the pup, and I handle the old man.