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

"What, feels familiar, doesn't it?"

Staff and short sword clashed in close quarters, sparks bursting from their strikes.

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"Hmph, such an attack has no effect on me at all, besides… if I use this kind of speed, can you still keep up with me!"

The opponent's lips curled into a cruel smile, and his figure instantly blurred.

"Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang…"

However… even if he increased his speed, even if he turned into an afterimage in Fron's eyes, by relying on powerful mental perception, the muscle memory honed with his companions, and the subconscious danger-sensing instinct, he still managed to defend against the counterattack.

The figures of the two had already blurred, the staff turned into a phantom, the short sword slashed down, whips and fists tore through the gusts of wind.

They fought from the depths of the great cavern into the chaotic battlefield, the shockwaves killing countless unlucky beings and monsters, then from the chaotic battlefield to the passageway, and then once more to the vicinity of the giant quartz pillar, destroying the altar built upon the giant flower bed along the way, even causing the green walls of the cavern to tremble nonstop.

Only a few minutes passed, yet the intensity of the clash escalated steeply.

Each of their blows blasted apart the green carpet of the ground, while the swaying flames and thunder constantly eroded the environment.

Their figures twisted and turned endlessly, the sound of weapons clashing and air being torn apart echoed through the cavern.

The increasingly fierce confrontation pushed their bodies beyond their limits, and the blessings behind them began to boil hot.

"Ding ding dang dang", the speed of their weapon swings grew faster and faster, almost clashing several times every second, their figures crisscrossing constantly in the eyes of onlookers, the shockwaves of their strikes scattering outward, shattering exposed rocks.

"Dang!", a resounding impact, Fron's body was blown away, his body slammed three times against the wall with a loud "boom."

"Pft!", spitting blood, Fron kicked against a wall with both feet, using the rebound to vault forward once again, holding his spear vertically!

Fron roared, his wrapped in flame and thunder, his figure forming a rapid linear charge, stabbing forward in an instant with the aid of acceleration and momentum!

"Useless. The difference in our attributes is like heaven and earth. The difference in level determines combat power. Die for me!"

Facing Fron's second attack, Olivas remained unhurried, even having the leisure to taunt.

As expected, he did not confront the attack head-on, but instead dodged away.

"Hah!"

Fron once again shot out from the smoke and dust, reaching him, using his staff like a hammer, swinging it down with full force!

"Ding…"

The enemy's body didn't move at all, as if completely immune to such a heavy blow carrying acceleration, but… with his extraordinary dynamic vision, Fron caught that the opponent's knee bent slightly.

'After I used "Surtr," his stats are at most one tier above mine, not absolute… Then… I just need the right opening, surround him!'

"Get lost!"

A whip-kick turned into an afterimage, Olivas's face twisted with ferocity as his foot smashed into Fron's chest. Crack!, with the sound of bones breaking, Fron was sent flying again.

This time, luck was not on his side.

He rolled countless times across the green carpet before finally forcing himself to a stop.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough…"

Lying on the ground, he coughed up blood miserably, golden eyes bloodshot.

The difference between a Lv.5 and a lower-tier Lv.6 was displayed in full at this moment.

But… the truth was: the man named Fron Argon was only an upper-tier Lv.4 adventurer!

A battle across two levels…

"That guy, is he trying to burn himself out?!"

Bete crushed an enemy's neck with a kick, his peripheral vision catching sight of Fron coughing blood on the ground, and he suddenly understood.

"Tch, he really has guts."

But he knew, if they hadn't arrived, Fron would never have attempted such a reckless tactic.

Precisely because he had their backup and protection, he could act so crazily.

'This guy used me as a tool again. How many times has it been already, damn it…'

Bete curled his lips, annoyed, his tail twitching in irritation.

"B-Bete! Mr. Fron, he…"

"Get back here, idiot! That's a duel between those two. If he wants to play hero, what do you think you're doing interfering now?!"

"B-but…"

"No buts. If he were going to die from wounds like that, he'd have died long ago."

Recalling his companion's heroic figure as a Lv.2 on the 17th floor, the tsundere Bete knew clearly, that man was born for such moments!

"…Are you sure he's fine?"

Asfi moved closer deftly, her eyes glancing at Fron with a grave expression.

Though she appeared calm on the surface, inside she was already anxious to the point of agony, as if her heart were roasting on fire, unable to focus even in battle.

What emotion was this, taking root? She hadn't realized her own change.

"Tch, you're all underestimating him."

Though Bete said that, deep down he felt a strange unease.

…

"Cough."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Fron planted his staff into the ground and staggered to his feet.

He tilted his head slightly upward, staring at his opponent's wild laughter, feeling the weight of his own battered body.

Each breath stabbed pain into his chest like needles, his organs throbbed, his body trembled uncontrollably.

'Ribs… six, no, eight broken… just from one strike… If it were a normal Lv.6 adventurer, they could never inflict this much damage on me. So this is a Creature…'

Whether it was Revis or Olivas, both had steel-like bodies and overwhelming strength, each of their strikes forcing Fron to fight with everything he had.

His arms trembled numbly, muscles torn, bones fractured, his torso heavily injured and ribs broken, it had already begun to cripple his fighting.

'But… it's enough.'

Enduring injury, he had already gathered enough to understand the enemy's full abilities and information. It was time to unleash everything.

Smiling through blood, Fron's terrifying grin and battle-filled gaze made Olivas frown mid-laughter.

"Heh, what can that broken body of yours still do? What a joke."

"Is that so? Then I'll show you what this broken Lv.4 adventurer can do!"

By the end, Fron was already shouting!

He couldn't fall here. He still wanted to chase the unknown, he still had the dream of becoming the king of a harem.

Such an enemy was merely a roadblock on his thorny path, one he must defeat!

…

Stumbling forward, he forced his battered body to step.

"If strength isn't enough, then compress all my power into a single moment!"

With a twisted grin, he straightened his back.

"If skill isn't enough, then I'll burn my ambition into faith!"

His steps grew faster with each whisper.

"To defeat you, that is the weight I must carry on my journey!"

As his words fell, Fron angled his staff to the ground and began to sprint!

"[Ragnarok!]"

Crackle, black flames and crimson thunder entwined him once again, his accelerating figure blurring, trailing a droplet-shaped distortion.

"That's it? An auxiliary magic? Ha, ha ha ha ha ha, what a joke. I thought you had something new, [Flame Demon]. So this is your full strength? Pathetic, is that all you are?!"

Olivas froze for a moment, then laughed even louder.

Facing his enemy's mockery, Fron's gaze did not waver, instead his face showed a pitying, mocking smile, the compassion of one looking at ignorance.

"You think this is the end? Ignorant fool, how laughable."

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"[Ragnarok!]"

BOOOOOOM, !

As a raging pillar of pitch-black flame and entwined crimson lightning surged skyward, like a demon god from hell, his figure twisted, swaying, layered with overlapping phantoms, sometimes merging, sometimes scattering.

The overwhelming clash of light and shadow instinctively froze everyone's movements, all eyes turned in unison toward this sight!

"Are you ready, monster?"

A ghostly whisper, like the voice of a demon, seeped from the black pillar of flame into Olivas's ears, chilling him to the bone.