Overgeared

Chapter 252

Sueron jumped with surprise. Rather than the farmer panicking…

‘Laughing?’ Why was he acting so freely? ‘It can’t be!’

He was a named NPC as well?

“Stop!”

Seuron sensed something and urgently shouted. But it was too late. Three vanguard members came close to the farmer and brandished their swords. The ominous prediction was true.

Kwakakakang!

A small sickle that was less than 40cm long. The farmer blocked the attacks coming from three directions with a single swipe of the sickle. He predicted where the opponent would attack and easily responded. The Golden Guild members were baffled. It felt like their minds were being read.

Chaaeng!

The farmer pushed away the three swords that were in contact with the sickle. Then the owners of the swords had both arms thrown into the air, exposing a gap. One farmer overwhelmed the strength of three people alone.

No, it wasn’t just that. This was just a trick. He maximized his strength by exerting the enemies’ original strength.

‘Does this make sense?’

The Golden Guild members were confused. The farmer’s palm… No, it felt like they were dancing on Buddha’s palm. The farmer attacked them.

Puk!

“Kuaaaak!”

The sickle precisely entered the gaps in their armor and injured the Golden Guild members. However, it didn’t cause any fatal damage. The attack power was minuscule compared to Piaro, who was furiously killing the enemies.

“This isn’t a match for my skills.”

Kraugel complained and abandoned his sickle. Then he pulled out a silver sword and cut the necks of the Golden Guild members. It was the moment when Kraugel showed no mercy to his enemies. The dying Golden Guild members felt resentment towards Seuron.

‘Calling him a hole…’

‘Master, how is that a hole…? Damn…’

“Crazy!”

The three people lost their lives and Seuron cursed. He couldn’t understand it at all. What the hell was this area? Why were the farmers so strong? It was frustrating. It felt like this was Alice in Wonderland. He lost his sense of reason and shouted curses.

“How rotten! What is this farmer? Does this mean soldiers can be dragon slayers? Dammit! Does this make sense?”

What magic did that bastard Grid have to attract all these talented people? And why were they working as farmers? He couldn’t understand it, no matter how much he thought. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. It felt like his heart was going to explode.

His eyes became bloodshot as the farmer suggested to him.

“The damage will only increase if you send out your members. Isn’t it better for the master to go out directly?”

That’s right. The three vanguard members were level 230. They were higher than the average level of the guild members. There would be a tremendous loss if he made his members face this man. But how could he retreat?

It wasn’t possible. Their enemy was in front of them. If the guild master showed his back, he would lose his dignity and sincerity. Seuron had to go. He was confident that he could bring down that farmer. This farmer was definitely weaker than the monster Piaro.

Seuron responded to the suggestion. “Come, I will kill you myself.”

farmer of the straw hat. Then he would watch him die! He took the souls of the dead guild member with Soul

Pepepeng!

the speed of Jishuka’s arrows. It wasn’t at a level that could threaten Kraugel. Kraugel moved his head to avoid the

didn’t panic.

“Soul Explosion!”

Kwa kwa kwa kwang!

Kraugel exploded. It was the moment when a unique skill that inflicted damage in proportion to the caster’s attack power and magic power

and the farmer only suffered minor damage. The farmer advised Seuron, “Your skill linkage is delayed. So it’s easy

“Nonsense!”

up the linkage of skills. It was fast enough right now. And

the

barely swallowed back

trying to

summoned a weapon

[Brutal Heavy Sword]

the weapon he obtained after clearing Vasco’s labyrinth with his guild members. It was a legendary one-handed sword that increased the wearer’s strength and intelligence simultaneously. It was good since

firmly. Kraugel defended with

Kaaang!

as the two men’s

Chaaeng! Chaeeeeeng!

cloak and Kraugel’s straw hat crossed several times as a brilliant battle was staged. Kraugel’s eyes

swordsman and his Sword Mastery level

The skill tree seemed like a magician type, but it was closer to

Chaaeng!

couldn’t overwhelm Kraugel. Kraugel taught himself how to handle steel. He moved like water and subdued

“Eek!”

the way he wanted. But it was a basic thing to not lose consciousness during a battle. He

sword regained its

win!

[Soul Plundering]

part of their soul will

‘A good skill.’

as the heavy sword struck his shoulder. It was originally a blow to the heart, but

‘Moving without a soul!’

stronger the more Seuron thought about it. Seuron started to

thought I was

class that had a

in external activities, so they were excluded. However, if he was compared to

still had a long way to go. An NPC was grabbing at his

focus on levelling up for

while Kraugel became more thrilled after seeing his

more than

was enough to say that Seuron was one of the strongest among the users he

‘Fun.’

this. It was fun to battle the strong. PvP had a different flavor from raids. This process was clearly connected with becoming a sword saint.

“Kukukuk.”

‘What is this?’

the farmer who seemed crazy because he started laughing at his blood. Kraugel approached him. The sky above the sky. This title referred to the person with true talent who

“Moonrise Sword.”

“…!”

it. The farmer in front of him

Susuk. Sususuk.