What was important to Victor was the integration percentage. As he recalled the description, the more he leveled up, the more percentage he would get. Hence, seeing the Rotting Bear in front of him, expecting that it was strong, he was thirsty to see the result of his hunt.

However, he should remember that hunting stronger monsters would be more dangerous as he was still weak. He could be strong for a short time, but what could he do if monsters bombarded him after he lost his full power? What he should expect to happen would be his death.

***

(A flashback)

In front of an army with calibers above average, wearing their impenetrable eastern gears and sharp weapons, Victor took a deep breath as he gathered his strength in his limbs. His feet were buried to the ground from the force he accumulated, and as the army started rushing to where he was, he took his sword and tightly gripped the hilt of it.

"Fools… You are underestimating the power of a real Demon," he said, as his wide grin appeared, fueled by his excitement.

He disappeared from his position and suddenly appeared in front of the vanguard of the army. He swung his sword from his back, then twisted his body in midair as he took a jump, creating swirling blue electricity rampaging across the land.

Every warrior who had been struck by electricity had turned into crisps, and a mere touch of them could crumble into ashes. Victor killed 50 warriors with ease, everyone stopped with vigilance, but deep in their eyes was fear.

Their hearts beat fast, like horses of a thousand cavalrymen. They were terrified of the sight that there was one person who wasn’t even bothered or afraid of fighting them, who had already reached 30,000 in total. Could it be arrogance or just pure confidence?

Heek!

Victor continued to attack despite them taking a halt. They had surrounded him, and as he realized it, he took a stance that made him stop and let them continue their attacks. But unfortunate for them, it wasn’t an opportunity to put him down. Victor simply took his time to prepare another deadly move.

[Feral Demon Arts: Wine Splash]

At that moment, everything went slow for them as they watched Victor move in different directions with his swords slashing every warrior in front of him. That sight was glorious as the scent of a grape wine reached their noses and, in their eyes, was violet liquid following Victor’s sword’s movement.

How could that be? In the last seconds of their lives, they witnessed a play that no one could ever witness.

The Feral Demon was known for being a drunkard, but he wasn’t a simple cheap drunkard; he only drank fine wine from a luxurious restaurant only visited by high-class people. This could be the reason why he developed such a sword attack with wine as an aftereffect.

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"Taste my wine…" Victor mumbled as the wine from the tips of his blade continued to splash, immediately taking their lives.

It was just deadly, not to be underestimated as Victor was known for being a one-man army that had already killed 20,000 soldiers in just one war.

"Hmm…"

Victor looked around at his surroundings. No one survived in his range. There were still enemies, but they were standing a distance away from him.

The land was already polished with red liquid and the violet colors of his wine splash disappeared from sight. Victor took a deep breath once again, as he knew that he had pushed himself with that move.

Despite being powerful, he had already aged, and his technique was weakening him. The Feral Demon Arts were a double-edged sword, but he wasn't afraid that he might die now because of it, because he could just return back time.

"Everyone, attack the Feral Demon! He is currently weak after that attack!"

Victor lifted his sword and looked for who had shouted. That person knew the effect of his Feral Demon arts, and he had to kill everyone who knew about it.

It was true he was weak, but it didn’t mean that after killing 2,000 warriors in a flash, that attack would make him vulnerable. Even just using a normal method of killing would still be deadly.

With every light slash, targeting vital points and vulnerable parts of the body, Victor swam through the wave of warriors, in the direction of that shout that raised their morale.

With a heinous grin, excited seeing his target, everyone bombarded him, trying to stop him. He already killed 500 along the way, and killing another 500 wouldn’t be hard for him. He was simply recovering his energy, and who knew that he would use another deadly wide-ranged martial technique?

"That bastard surely knows me well… A traitor? I only told my disciples about this, so surely there was a traitor among my hundred disciples…" he gritted.

He continued swinging his swords, taking a hit but didn’t stop until he finally reached a familiar person who was wearing the same gear as the others, and beside him was the general of this army, mounted on a red-haired horse.

"Ho… So this is your Master, kiddo."

Victor could only grit his teeth as he looked at the traitor.

"My first disciple, Yoo Tae-hyung, How dare you betray me…" he said, with his fist clenched into a fist.

"Move aside, kiddo. This will be a fight that will remain in the history of our kingdom. This demon needs to die by my hands, as I am the Magnificent Heavenly Disciple of the True Monarch."

Victor hissed while his eyes were still glaring at Yoo Tae-hyung. He then moved his sight to the buffed man that wore impenetrable gears, which stood out from everyone else.

"You will kill me? That would be impossible." Victor said, then continued. "If I just knew that you would betray me, I should not have saved you that day, Yoo Tae-hyung."