Is It Wrong For Me To Start With Three Skills In Danmachi ?!

Locked in a fierce battle, the two quickly left behind the dumbstruck, frozen Lulune, running off into the distance.

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The swaying of dark thunder and flames, by now, the two had already exchanged blows countless times.

The great sword swung down, the short sword cut across sideways, their crisscrossing figures clashing like a frenzied dance.

Silver sword light and black blade-shadows refracted endlessly amid the falling radiance, until in Lulune's eyes, both figures blurred together, that was the scene of them pushing their attributes to the extreme.

The narrow, elongated crystal street did nothing to slow their pace in the slightest; they weaved and shifted, trading places countless times.

On the surrounding crystal walls, the light from the dome refracted in dazzling mirrors, scattering their reflections into innumerable images, as though their doppelgängers spread endlessly toward the horizon.

That dense array of figures clashed violently, their forms overlapping chaotically.

"Boom, boom, boom…"

Shards of strange, beautiful crystal shattered into powder under the flashing blades, scattering upward into the air like glowing dust.

"Bang!"

Another heavy downward slash, Fron was once again knocked flying.

'Too strong. Even with magic active, in raw attributes I'm completely crushed. And… so hard, that defense is utterly unyielding.'

Fron's trembling arms could barely hold onto his short sword; the opponent's overwhelming power had surpassed his expectations.

Moreover… though wielding a great sword, unlike Ais, she wasn't a pure swordswoman.

Mixed into her strikes were punches, kicks, martial techniques, the tempo of her assault was like a torrential flood, each wave stronger than the last: fierce, lethal, suffocating.

A never-before-seen, unheard-of anti-human combat style.

This time I've suffered a hidden loss… I'll have to ask Finn and the dwarf for advice when I return.

In that fleeting instant, countless thoughts flashed through Fron's mind, and he realized his own weaknesses.

Compared to true powerhouses, his physical technique and strategy still fell short.

The two stood apart, staring each other down, the pressure from their clashing auras making the air itself feel heavy.

Revis narrowed her emerald eyes, lips curling into a cold sneer.

"You're already in tatters, yet still think to resist? This is why I loathe you adventurers."

Fron pursed his lips; though disheveled, his expression didn't waver, still calm, still composed.In his golden eyes, bright azure circles flowed, unyielding.

The woman before him, her true nature was that of a hybrid between human and monster, commonly known as a Creature.

Unlike adventurers blessed with the Gods' Falna, they could directly devour magic stones for limitless strengthening.

In other words, they were what monsters called enhanced species.

But these Creatures, possessing both humanlike forms and intellect, were far beyond what mere "enhanced species" could display.

They had no limits to lifespan; the vast combat experience accumulated across endless years was terrifying.

Revis's horrifying anti-human combat skills were the best proof. Coupled with the attribute boosts from devouring magic stones and skin tissue of terrifying durability…

If it were merely a Goliath-level monster, it could never have pushed Fron to the brink of defeat.

Fighting humans and fighting monsters, two entirely different realms.

Revis: Creature. Potential ability level: Lv.6. A true monster he could not yet rival.

"Cough, cough…"

The displacement of his organs and the backlash of magic began to strain his body; muscles and viscera throbbed with pain, and his mind wavered for a brief instant.

Blood spilled from the corner of Fron's mouth, fully visible to the enemy.

The woman advanced with a cold smile, dragging her great sword step by step.

"At your limit, are you? I'll admit, compared to trash you're strong… but only that much."

"Die!"

Clang, sword against sword, sparks flying.

"[Healing droplets, tears of light, eternal sanctuary.]"

"What!"

In Revis's pupils reflected a cascade of shining golden hair. A silver rapier locked her blade in midair, screeching with metallic friction. Eyes locked, bodies pressed, they wrestled without pause.

"[Compose a medicinal hymn-three hundred, sixty, and five. The melody of the healer's almanac saves all things.]"

A pure white magic circle blossomed under Fron's feet, glowing brilliantly; complex symbols overlapped, dazzling in unison.

"[Come, destruction of evil. The burial of wounds, interment of disease. Curses be gone in the light of vitality.]"

Massive streams of mana converged upon the youth. Revis's cheeks flushed with rage, her gaze tearing from the blonde girl to glare furiously at the hateful adventurer chanting passionately, the one who should have already died beneath her blade.

"[In the name of all that is holy - I heal you.]"

"[Dia Fratel!]"

Terrifying magic surged forth, black thunder entwining with pure white holy light. The overwhelming visual clash left every witness awestruck.

"…Thank you, Ais."

Feeling his body gradually healing, Fron exhaled heavily.

Though his clever ploy had bought enough time for Ais to arrive, that crushing pressure…

"Be careful, Fron. I can feel it, she's strong!"

Dusting off his black cloak with mock bravado, Fron tossed his pack aside and took up the long object wrapped in white cloth from his back.

"Relax, Ais. You know how much I value my life."

Their casual exchange utterly enraged the red-haired woman. To be toyed with by that man, humiliation welled up, tearing open emotions long buried in her ageless life, and they erupted at once!

"So it was comrades after all, stalling for time was the plan, wasn't it?"

"Correct. You've grown, I'm proud."

"Don't you dare belittle me!"

Clang clang clang clang…

Black great sword and silver rapier crossed in countless flashes, too fast for the naked eye.

Such heavy strikes, Ais's face was grim, pouring every ounce of focus into the fight.

Rip! The white wrapping unraveled, revealing the item within, Fron's staff!

Catching this mid-battle, Revis's narrowed eyes widened slightly, pupils contracting sharply. Shame and fury surged, making her whole body tremble.

"A mere mage, how dare you!"

"Close combat skills? I dabble."

"[Rapid surge, spear of thunder, ]"

-!?

The rhythmic chant rose alongside Fron's massive outpouring of magic. Revis felt dread clench her entire being.

At such close range, chanting a spell!? Did he think he was untouchable!?

"Out of my way, I'll cut down this mage first!"

With a thunderous blow, Ais was forced back. The enemy's speed suddenly spiked even further, bringing her instantly before Fron.

"[Executor, my name is Lightning Spirit, ]"

"Stop burdening me, adventurer!"

The great sword rose high overhead, splitting the wind.

"[Embodiment of lightning, king of thunder, ]"

Clang!

But, this time the strike was stopped. Short sword No.5 blocked the great sword's path.

"Impossible! Parallel chanting!?" Revis's eyes bulged, unable to maintain her composure.

"[Awaken!]"

"[Grand Thunder Barrage!]"