Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Chapter 1662 - 990: It’s Not Strange to Beat the Dancing Lady at the Start_2

But this attack was merely a minor tremor for the Dancing Lady, whose waist was entirely covered in iron armor. Her seemingly frail, sickly waist not only withstood the heavy pressure but also drove her whole body."Air——"

Just as Leon hadn’t managed to retreat in time, the Dancing Lady suddenly spun her entire body, using the rotational force to fling him away.

The instant he landed, he launched a charge at the enemy again, this time aiming at what seemed even weaker than the joint area—ASS!

But the Dancing Lady seemed to have predicted his move, surprisingly shifting direction before he charged, then...

Started spinning circles!

"Hmm?"

Leon was suddenly shocked and quickly hit the brakes to stop.

Because the Dancing Lady, spinning like a top, charged straight at him!

It was a dance-like move. The continuous Swirling Slashes formed this deadly yet elegantly mysterious dance, heading for Leon.

At this moment, the only option was to retreat... wait, behind is a corner!

Leon could only choose to go all out, charging at the Dancing Lady’s position, relying on a continuous Hound Step to dodge all attacks.

Each dodge was like dancing on the blade edge, and given his current physical condition, it was undoubtedly a highly dangerous maneuver.

The continuous Hound Step flashed through the dark Magic Power and crimson fire, his skin invariably stained by the attack, but ultimately, by virtue of excellent technique, he successfully avoided this wave of grinder-like assault!

"Dangerous with the Magic Power."

Leon gasped, estimating the remaining Magic Power within himself was already bleak. If he continued using Hound Step like before, it wouldn’t be long before trouble occurred.

"Should’ve brought a Magic Wand over."

Although he wasn’t very adept at magic, when physical attacks couldn’t pry open the iron canister, some testing of magic was necessary, previously relying on Drew.

I must train myself to become a versatile warrior!

While trying to distance himself from the Dancing Lady, she suddenly leapt, almost hitting the ceiling above.

"What the hell——"

A shadow from above instantly covered Leon. He turned and ran without hesitation, but even so, the ’boom!’ from behind sounded especially close.

Accompanying the roar was the impact of mixed fire and magic power, which knocked him flying, only stopping after crashing into a stone pillar.

"Ugh!"

Unable to hold back, he spat out a mouthful of blood. The attack infiltrating the armor gaps launched a direct assault on his fragile body; the armor now harder than his body.

If he took off the armor, the injuries would be unbearable.

Even with Leon’s fine mentality, this time was tough to endure, with a strong urge to curse.

His skills were indeed strong, but at this moment couldn’t compensate for the stat disparity!

"I refuse to believe it!"

Leon suddenly erupted, as the Dancing Lady again made a large spin attack, he re-engaged the Hound Step in evasion, but this time put significant focus on attack. The Reverse Sword turned into a silver stream of light, constantly striking the Dancing Lady, giving off a sound of clashing metal.

The Flaming Curved Sword spewed flame towards the ground; Leon retreated as the Dancing Lady anticipated, she was about to pursue but suddenly realized something was missing... her lower leg felt empty in a spot!

"Clang——"

The sudden sound echoing in the area grabbed the Dancing Lady’s attention, revealing a familiar object on the ground.

That seemed like her shin guard?

"Hehehe, I do have some skill, right."

Leon wiped the blood from his mouth corner, his eyes concentrated on where the Dancing Lady’s left shin’s shin guard was pried open by him, the area exposed was cut several times.

Although the wounds weren’t deep due to inadequate force and other reasons, merely breaking the skin, it was undoubtedly real damage!

While diving beneath the Dancing Lady, Leon turned his weapon into a tool for disassembling armor, attacking continuously at guessed armor connection points, finally shaking the armor impervious to normal attacks, successfully hitting the enemy’s flesh!

The Dancing Lady’s body was harder than imagined; like a stiff dried corpse, perhaps her appearance inside similar to an Animated Corpse.

"Watch me slowly strip you bare!"

Leon found the key to victory, charging at the Dancing Lady again.

Finally, the latter raged, roaring and jumping into another spinning slash.

"Enough already!"

Seeing this scene, Leon couldn’t manage other evasive methods, resorting to continual Hound Step.

The result was, despite dodging this time, next time was impossible as he had already entered a Magic Power deficient state, where combat skills performed were heavily discounted in effect and caused bodily harm.

It’s over now.

Given a little more time, Leon might truly find a way to defeat her; even now, he managed to disassemble armor, proving his strategic agility.

But time waits for no one.

The Dancing Lady dragging magic’s trailing light approached him closely. This time, amid the continuous swirling slashes, she scattered red and black colors around, completely sealing escape routes.

If it was before, Leon could escape instantly with his incredible speed, now bound within the confines.

Then, watched helplessly as the blade edge drew ever closer.

"If it were before, you wouldn’t outrun me!"

Leon summoned all power, unleashing a Swift Slash toward the enemy.

Afterward.

Upon opening his eyes, he had returned to the bonfire atop Losric’s high wall.

"Damn it!"

Leon slammed the ground tile, gripped by a feeling of frustrating impotence, a quite painful sensation.

The brain clearly knew how to fight but restrained by physical limits from unleashing expected capability; it was angering, like gifting someone super reflexes yet not granting corresponding bodily reaction abilities.

"Fight again and I’ll surely win!" He uttered gambler-like words.

However, upon speaking, regaining composure, he clapped his face, self-talked:

"No, I must stay calm, avoid falling for it, this is the Sain Dungeon’s plot."

An adept adventurer would never be led by the Dungeon unless willingly!

Leon immediately decided what he must do now.

"Upgrade."

His gaze turned serene, realizing he had embarked on a profoundly lengthy path.

Farm souls, level up, until reclaiming former strength!

"And watch me vanquish her!"

Leon’s face carried a soul-sucking ghost-like expression.

Next, it’s his soul farming time!

Meanwhile, in the Warrior Country.

"Prince, shall we transmit the fire? Leon still hasn’t returned, likely..."

Temude faced warriors contemplating, the surrounding urged not to transmit fire due to his high status.

Temude seemingly hadn’t absorbed these comments, about to speak when a warrior rushed over stating:

"Prince, reportedly, Sain Dungeon underwent a mutation again!"

"What mutation?" People inquired instantly.

"The Onion Knight awoke!"