Overgeared

Chapter 316

The 1st National Competition and Reinhardt’s golem invasion.

Grid appeared in public and always used a greatsword. Nevertheless, the public perceived the best user of the greatsword to be Chris, not Grid. It was natural. Grid overwhelmed his enemies with skills and items, but his ability with the sword itself wasn’t special. The ability he showed at the time of fighting the Red Knight was merely excellent.

On the other hand, Chris’ greatsword technique caused the viewers to feel wonder.

“You’re the one who knocked down Zibal? Those skills, show them to me!”

A greatsword covered in a blue light. It had a considerable weight to it at first glance and felt good in his hand. The speed wasn’t fast. But a considerable pressure was felt from it.

This was the effect of the passive skill, Rule with Might’s Path. All enemies in the path of the charge had their casting speed and agility slightly reduced.

‘He’s scared.’

Piaro stood still despite Chris’ rush. The disappointed Chris mistook it for fear.

‘This is the person who knocked down Zibal?’

No, his opponent’s level wasn’t low. It was just that his level was higher. The Rule with Might’s Path skill had a greater effect depending on his strength. The effect of having 3,000 strength at level 314 was now being demonstrated.

Chris neared Piaro, who was standing like a stone, and wielded his greatsword.

Kwaang!

There was no superfluous movements in the slash. There was a violent explosion of wind and the target was pushed back.

‘Perfect!’

Chris admired. The size and shape of the greatsword was very suitable, making the time it took to pull back the sword shorter than usual.

So far, he had used hundreds of greatswords, but this was the first time he had a greatsword that was perfect for his hands. It seemed to be a greatsword made exactly for him. He felt awe towards the maker, Grid.

‘Dead?’

Chris was worried that he might’ve killed Piaro with this strike. NPCs had one life. No, it was because they only had one precious life that they were NPCs. He felt a little guilty about taking his life…

“Eh?”

Chris’ gaze had been glued to Grid’s Greatsword. He was confused as he looked towards Piaro. It was because Piaro was still alive and well. Piaro clicked his tongue.

“Looking away after one hit? Your arrogance has reached the extremes. It’s important to believe in yourself, but that can be a poison.”

Chris couldn’t believe it.

‘There was clearly the sensation of something being hit?’

Was he mistaken? Chris was feeling confused when he suddenly saw the cut up straw hat at Piaro’s feet.

“Ninja…!”

Like most westerners, Chris, a Canadian, had fantasies about ninjas. He knew a little bit about ninjas, and learned that there was a ninja technique where the body was swapped with something else. Once he saw it, he was certain that Piaro was a ninja pretending to be a farmer.

‘An assassin-type hidden class NPC! No wonder Zibal was killed!’

Chris was nervous. He guessed that now the ninja would throw knives at him, or aim a lightning punch at him.

‘I must be prepared!’

Like other warriors, Chris’ agility was only 200, because he focused his stat points on strength. It was virtually impossible for him to see and respond to the enemy’s attacks.

‘I won’t give up!’

got ready to fight back. He could overcome his lack of agility with thorough preparation and prediction. Piaro felt pleased at

‘Excellent.’

the man in front of him had their level of talent. It was a more refined talent.

“I acknowledge your skills.”

out

Gulp!

a recognizable ninja

‘Is it a whip?’

actions depending on what weapon Piaro pulled out. But the weapon

“Hand plow!”

to have just been used, as it was covered with

isn’t a hand plow! You’re deceiving

“That isn’t the case.”

It was better to

Teong!

distance that Chris decided was ideal was instantly narrow, and the hand

“You!”

determined to blow away

Dok.

“What?”

the front of the

‘What?’

of the captains watching widened. They couldn’t understand why Chris looked like this. But Chris and Zirkan were different.

was what he

weapons were much heavier and longer than one-handed weapons. The weight was great and had to be focused in order to exert more destructive power. Chris was faithful to the basics,

‘This is ridiculous!’

20th century Hong Kong movies? The hand plow flew towards the stumbling Chris. It was an attack that used the recoil of hitting the greatsword to link the next strike.

suffered 12,300

with this hand

was a critical hit, it was an unbelievable amount of damage. Piaro was stronger than a named boss. Chris groaned and tilted his body forward. After limiting

on his hundreds of thousands of combat experience, Chris showed his dignity that threatened the enemy no

“Sowing.”

smile appeared on Piaro’s face after he was lightly wounded on the

‘What?’

in a battle? Chris was confused,

a

deceive the enemy. Chris glanced away from the seeds that fell at his feet.

“What?”

The seeds that Piaro sowed had sprouted and clasped tightly around Chris’ ankles and

“What is this?”

just sown? In addition, the pressure of the plants was very high. It wasn’t something that

saint! The ‘Free Farming’ method that he completed after becoming a farmer was at a level comparable to the

Piaro was much stronger than

the second strongest person I have ever

who was

he talking

ego was shattered. The difference between them was just one level. He couldn’t overcome that level

“Kuaaaak!”

plants around his lower body. Then an energy blade aimed at Piaro. It was the Rule with

Farming 4th Style, Plowing the

and started digging at the ground. As it struck the ground,

“This is ridiculous!”

ago. He steadily trained with the goal of becoming number one. He was even equipped with the best items. Chris thought this person was a

suffered defeat from farming methods such as sowing,

‘I can’t accept it!’

opponent was someone who beat Zibal. It was naive to think he could win when his level was lower than Zibal’s, but

“Kuaaaah!”

apart the plants binding his lower body. It was done with pure strength. Piaro saw this

‘I am lacking practice.’