“Roland, you son of a bitch! What is the meaning of this?!!” Dragonire demanded angrily.
“I... I can't trust anyone anymore," Roland stammered, his sword still raised, though his conviction wavered. "My friends betrayed me, and I won't let it happen again."
"Y-Your friends betrayed you?!" Dragonire stammered, clearly shocked by the news. "I see, so that’s why you've been acting weird lately. However, what do your friends have to do with me?”
"Sorry, but you need to die, or else I won't have peace of mind." Roland said in a cold, determined voice.
Roland didn't want to explain to Dragonire why, at this moment, his sole intention was to kill Dragonire and swiftly move on.
"Bastard! I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but it seems like you've gone crazy!" Dragonire exclaimed.
"Yeah, I know. So now, die!" Roland declared as he charged at Dragonire.
Dragonire smirked with confidence, choosing to stand still this time. He knew all too well that Roland's attack lacked the strength to harm, let alone kill him. Having confronted the formidable Rank 1 and 2 Demon Leaders not too long ago, Dragonire considered facing someone like Roland a mere walk in the park—a challenge not even worthy of comparison to his recent battles.
DIAGONAL SLASH!!!
CLANG!!!
Roland’s sword hit Dragonire’s left shoulder and stopped there.
‘What?! How is he still standing?! No way, what’s going on?!’ Roland thought.
Roland didn’t stop there, and continued to attack Dragonire a few more times.
HORIZONTAL SLASH!!!
DIAGONAL SLASH!!!
VERTICAL SLASH!!!
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Roland felt as if each strike landed on Dragonire was akin to hitting solid metal, despite the seemingly ordinary appearance of Dragonire's clothes.
‘You've got to be kidding me?! Since when did Dragonire become this powerful?!' Roland thought.
If Dragonire hadn't reached the A-Class level, he wouldn't have stood a chance against Roland. Unfortunately, Roland picked the wrong time to challenge Dragonire.
During this time, Dragonire laughed out loud evilly.
“Hahahahahahaha!!! Bahahahahahahaha!!!”
For the first time in Roland's life, he felt genuinely scared of Dragonire. It seemed clear that the situation wasn't in his favor, and the thought of not making it out alive crossed his mind.
“Y-You bastard! Since when did you get this powerful?! How dare you lie and keep it a secret from me?!” Roland said.
After a good ten to fifteen seconds of laughter, Dragonire calmed down and replied, “Well, you didn't ask me, so how's that my fault? After all, in your mind, you've always looked down on me and considered me a loser, right?”
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In a blink of an eye, Dragonire appeared in front of Roland, grabbed his neck, and lifted him in the air. It happened so fast that Roland couldn't react.
“Kekeke! How does it feel? I bet you’re feeling hopeless now, right?” Dragonire said.
Roland stood in stunned silence; he couldn't believe Dragonire's incredible speed.
At this time, Roland knew he was fucked.
“'G-Goo... fuk... yourself, you fuc...king...lo...serrr!!!” Roland stammered, his words muffled by Dragonire's tight grip on his throat.
“What did you just say?! Speak properly! I can’t hear you!” Dragonire said.
During this moment, Dragonire came to the realization that he was at fault for gripping Roland's throat too tightly. Acknowledging this, he promptly loosened his grip, allowing Roland to speak more easily.
"PUAAAA...!!!" Roland exclaimed, finally able to breathe properly.
“Haha, my mistake. My bad, I didn't see that.” Dragonire apologized.
“You fucking loser!!! Go fuck yourself, bitch!!!” Roland said angrily.
PAA!!!
SLAP!!!
Dragonire delivered a hard slap to Roland's face, using it as a form of punishment in response to Roland's earlier curse.
"You fucking bastard!! You dare to slap me?!!" Roland exclaimed, his anger escalating even further.
PAA!!!
SLAP!!!
Dragonire slapped Roland again.
The slap from Dragonire fueled Roland's anger, prompting him to retaliate by launching an attack against Dragonire.
“Grrr!!! You son of a bitch! Die!!!”
HORIZONTAL SLASH!!!
DIAGONAL SLASH!!!
VERTICAL SLASH!!!
THRUST!!!
“Die!!! Die!!! Die!!! Die!!! Die!!! Die!!! Die!!!”
Roland's furious screams echoed with every strike as he unleashed his anger on Dragonire.
Dragonire didn't bother to block; he just smirked and picked his nose. To him, the ongoing attacks seemed like a free massage, and he oddly enjoyed the situation.
‘Don’t stop, Roland! Keep doing it! I love it! Hahaha!’ Dragonire thought.
Dragonire genuinely enjoys the sword-attack massage, so he secretly wishes Roland wouldn't stop.
After approximately five to seven minutes, Roland became exhausted and ceased his attacks on Dragonire. It appeared that Roland was so consumed by anger that he wasn't even aware of his own actions.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!" Roland gasped, trying to catch his breath.
“Oh, you done? Took you long to calm your anger, huh? Well, I’m not surprised as you’ve always been that type of person.” Dragonire said.
“Shut the fuck up, you pathetic loser!" Roland shouted, frustration evident in his voice as he addressed Dragonire.
PAA!!!
SLAP!!!
Dragonire slapped Roland again.
“You bastard!! You dare to slap me again?!”
PAA!!!
SLAP!!!
“Keep talking, bitch! And I’ll keep slapping you!”
This time, Roland remained quiet as he didn’t want to get slapped again.
PAA!!!
SLAP!!!
“Grrr!!! You son of a bitch! What was that for?!”
“Keep showing your anger, and I’ll keep slapping you!”
“Bastard! I already kept my mouth shut, so what else do you want?!"
PAA!!!
SLAP!!!
“Watch your language, you motherfucker!”
“Fuck you! Fuck you! You fucking loser! Suck my fucking d**k!” Roland said, while showing his two middle fingers at Dragonire.
PAA!!!
SLAP!!!
“Grrrrr!!! You think I care?! Go to hell, you fucking loser! Fuck you!” Roland said.
PAA!!!
SLAP!!!
“Well, keep talking! I’m free the whole night, so I don’t mind slapping you until you learn your lesson.”
“Learn my lesson?! Fuck you, bitch! You think I give a fuck?! Fuck you!”
PAA!!!
SLAP!!!
“Cool, you wanna play games with me, huh? Well, let’s see how long you can survive my slap.”
Dragonire's slap was so powerful that Roland’s face started to swell.
“Bring it on, bitch! You think I fucking care?!! Suck my fucking d**k, you loser!!”
BAAAMM!!!
SMACK!!!
This time Dragonire didn’t slap, but smacked Roland.
The smack was so powerful that Roland flew eight meters to the left and crashed into a tree.