The Return of the Legendary All-Master

Chapter 52

The White Fang was a very familiar monster to the users.

It was a level 52 monster that appeared in all beginner zones.

It was one of the most common monsters in the beginner zone, to the point where everyone here had probably hunted at least 500 of them.

But when this White Fangs appeared, it was not at level 52, but at a drastically increased level of 120.

It was three times larger than its original size, with bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent and purple saliva dripping from its mouth.

[The users in the Colosseum are in a state of ‘Fear’.]

To make matters worse, they were forcibly put into the ‘Status Condition: Fear’, so the users in the Colosseum could only tremble with pale faces.

“Ugh, shit! We need to hide inside!”

“Move!”

All they could do was hope that other users would be eliminated first.

The relatively weaker users were pushed out by the stronger users and became prey for the White Fangs.

“Kyaak!”

“Aack!”

The users were bitten to death by the countless White Fangs without being able to put up much of a fight.

Meanwhile, there was a user who rushed towards the White Fangs.

It was Jeong-Hoon.

‘The best defense is a good offense.’

The Lv. 120 White Fangs would continue to pour out until the round’s quota was met.

So if he dealt with the White Fangs appropriately, the round would end on its own.

“Grrr!”

The White Fangs surrounded Jeong-Hoon.

At that moment, Jeong-Hoon used his movement technique and punched a White Fang in the face.

A black aura swirled around his fist.

Underworld King’s Fist Technique , 1st Form.

“Kyaang!”

With a single punch, the White Fang lost consciousness on the spot.

The level difference between it and Jeong-Hoon was 19.

But Jeong-Hoon had consumed potions, drastically increasing all his stats.

The destructive power of the legendary Underworld King’s Fist Technique was beyond imagination.

“Human! Kill!”

Seeing its comrade fall, the eyes of the White Fang next to it changed.

[White Fang uses ‘Ferocious’.]

And it even used its unique skill, which it normally couldn’t use.

The developers had given it a unique skill as they increased its level.

As it used Ferocious, the White Fang’s momentum became even fiercer.

‘Relying solely on the Underworld King’s Fist Technique is inefficient.’

There were too many of them.

Then there was another way.

‘Blackfield.’

The Blackfield skill he had obtained from the hidden dungeon.

[Blackfield activated.]

As he used the skill, the ground around Jeong-Hoon turned black.

[All stats have increased by 1.2 times.]

A fraudulent skill that increases all stats by 1.2 times despite being only a rare grade.

At the same time, the White Fangs’ stats decreased.

[All stats of monsters entering the area are reduced by 3% due to the effect of Blackfield.]

3%.

It was a small number, but it was enough for Jeong-Hoon.

In a life-or-death battle, even the smallest difference could determine victory or defeat.

Jeong-Hoon used his movement technique and unleashed the Underworld King’s Fist Technique towards the White Fang he had chosen as his next target.

“Kyaang!”

“Kkaeng Kkaeng!”

Every time he hit a vital point, the White Fangs screamed in pain.

When there were more than 20 White Fangs crawling on the ground, all the White Fangs swarming in the Colosseum suddenly disappeared.

‘Is it over?’

The disappearance of the White Fangs meant that rounds 1-2 were over.

Jeong-Hoon deactivated Blackfield and straightened his posture.

[Rounds 1-2 have ended.]

[The number of survivors is currently 50.]

[The 1st Colosseum is concluding.]

[You will be automatically moved to the 2nd Colosseum in 5 minutes.]

With the end of rounds 1-2, a 5-minute break was given.

“Crazy…”

“Is that even possible? How can a lower martial artist fight so well?”

The survivors, while struggling to survive, had been watching Jeong-Hoon’s battle in a daze.

At the same time, they thought.

Even if they made it to the higher rounds, they should never mess with that martial artist.

A lower warrior approached the martial artist.

“Excuse me…”

Jeong-Hoon, who was catching his breath, turned his head slightly at the voice coming from the side.

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[Player Information]

-Nickname: CrimsonRed

-Level: 98

Class: lower Warrior (1st Class)

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He was a level 98 lower warrior.

“How can I help you?”

In fact, Jeong-Hoon had already figured out the lower warrior in front of him.

As soon as he entered the Colosseum, he had examined all the players nearby.

It was to prepare for a surprise attack at any time.

However, despite being placed only 20 meters away from Jeong-Hoon, unlike others, he didn’t target Jeong-Hoon, who was disguised as a lower martial artist.

In that respect, Jeong-Hoon’s first impression of him wasn’t bad.

“Why are you still at the 1st class with such skills?”

His question was a bit out of the blue.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m really curious… With that kind of skill, you should have completed the rare class advancement a long time ago.”

He was embarrassed even as he spoke.

When he first entered the Colosseum, Hong Jin-soo judged that Jeong-Hoon was in a similar situation as him.

But he was wrong.

Jeong-Hoon’s skills were the real deal.

He didn’t have any flashy combat skills, but he not only endured the onslaught of Lv. 120 White Fangs with pure martial arts, but he completely overwhelmed them.

“It seemed that way?”

The Blackfield Jeong-Hoon had used was invisible to the naked eye unless you were within its range.

So, to Hong Jin-soo, it would have looked like Jeong-Hoon had hunted the White Fangs with just his martial arts.

“Yes.”

Hong Jin-soo nodded.

“What you see isn’t everything.”

“Excuse me?”

“Just saying.”

“What does that…”

Hong Jin-soo’s words were cut short.

[Entering the 2nd Colosseum.]

With that message, the bodies of 50 people glowed and disappeared.

* * *

2nd Colosseum.

The 2nd Colosseum was also divided into groups of 200 people.

‘The level is about the same.’

Jeong-Hoon quickly made a judgment after looking around.

They were all users who had remained because they hadn’t properly achieved their 2nd Class Advancement.

There wasn’t much difference in skill between the survivors and the eliminated.

It was just a matter of luck.

And in this Colosseum, Jeong-Hoon was the only martial artist.

Assuming their skills were similar, it was a natural result since only efficient classes could survive in this environment.

He was once again chosen as a tempting prey.

“A martial artist?”

“How did you survive? They usually die early in our Colosseum.”

Mocking voices reached his ears.

‘Cute.’

Of course, they couldn’t affect Jeong-Hoon at all.

[Welcome to the 2nd Colosseum.]

[200 users have been assigned to each Colosseum.]

[From now on, advance to higher rounds through each round.]

[Only 200 people can enter the final Colosseum.]

The 2nd Colosseum begins.

[Round 2-1 begins.]

[Entering combat mode now.]

[Round 2-1 will end when 100 people are eliminated.]

[Additionally, bonus points will be awarded from the 2nd round onwards.]

[These points will be reflected in the final ranking when the event ends.]

Round 2-1, like the first, was a survival match.

However, unlike the 1st Colosseum, where the round ended when 40 people were eliminated, this time it was 100.

‘It seems like the 2nd round will be the hurdle.’

If the 1st Colosseum was largely influenced by luck, from now on, it would be purely based on skill.

And just like before, a warrior rushed towards Jeong-Hoon.

In a survival game, the weak were the first to die, no matter where you were.

Just like now.

“Keuk!”

A scream erupted from the warrior who had rushed at Jeong-Hoon.

Because the Underworld King’s Fist Technique struck the warrior’s solar plexus.

With just one punch, the warrior collapsed, foaming at the mouth, and the users who were cautiously watching, gauging the situation, all widened their eyes.

“A level 101 took out a level 92 in one hit…?”

“That’s a martial artist, right? No, how is that possible?”

The warrior who had just fallen was level 92.

And Jeong-Hoon’s level was 101.

Level-wise, Jeong-Hoon had an advantage of 9 levels, but the problem was that Jeong-Hoon was a martial artist.

It wasn’t like Jeong-Hoon was wearing incredibly good equipment either.

Just one epic-grade hood.

On the other hand, the opposing warrior was decked out in epic-grade armor.

It was baffling that such an opponent was knocked out in one hit.

‘Next.’

Unlike in the first Colosseum, Jeong-Hoon had no intention of leisurely observing.

Bonus points.

They said those points would be reflected in the final ranking.

In a situation where he had to take first place, he couldn’t just aim for survival.

He used his movement technique and started slaughtering the users.

“Keuk!”

“Uaaak!”

* * *

‘What the hell, is there such a monster…?’

A mage was watching the martial artist’s massacre from a distance.

He, who used the nickname LittleMagic, was not an ordinary lower mage, but a mage who had completed the rare grade 1st Class Advancement as a Magician.

He was also a user who enjoyed New World with a lot of support after successfully catching the eyes of guilds by advancing to the rare grade.

However, the 2nd Class Advancement…

He had to finish it as an epic grade to aim for the unique grade in the 3rd and 4th classes, but the epic grade had not yet been granted to him.

His level was now 89.

The guild, which had spared no expense in investing in LittleMagic’s talent and potential early on, began to change its attitude little by little.

First, they started to gradually reduce the scale of support.

Naturally, LittleMagic was getting anxious.

That’s why he entered this event to achieve an epic grade advancement, and the 1st Colosseum was a breeze.

He had combat and evasion skills, so he was able to survive by using them appropriately.

But in the 2nd Colosseum, a monster was running rampant.

‘Damn, he’s a lower martial artist?’

No matter how much he checked, the player information still showed level 101 lower martial artist (1st Class).

Even when he used the search skill that Magicians and above had, his player information remained the same.

Then he must be a lower martial artist…

“Keuk!”

Oh no!

Lost in thought, he had forgotten that the martial artist was approaching him.

The distance between them was less than 50 meters.

Those who were quick-witted were keeping their distance from the martial artist and focusing on survival.

LittleMagic hurriedly cast a spell.

‘Haste.’

It was impossible to even think of fighting that monster here unless you were out of your mind.

He hastily cast Haste to distance himself from the martial artist.

But why?

Even though he was using Haste to run away, the distance between him and the martial artist was gradually closing.

The distance between them was less than 5 meters.

‘D-Damn it!’

I’m going to die!

LittleMagic squeezed his eyes shut.

But even after some time, he didn’t feel any pain.

When he slowly opened his eyes, the martial artist had passed him and was still slaughtering other users.

‘Why…?’

LittleMagic couldn’t hide his confused feelings.

* * *

[Round 1 has ended.]

[The number of survivors is currently 80.]

[Calculating bonus points based on the number of kills.]

Jeong-Hoon glanced at LittleMagic, who was staring blankly at him from a distance, and smiled slightly.

‘I see him here.’

LittleMagic.

His name was Hong Yun-Seong.

He was the same age as Jeong-Hoon, and although they weren’t exactly comrades, Jeong-Hoon had received help from him a few times when he was a beginner in his previous life.

In the process, they became close enough to share personal stories.

‘He said he messed up in the event and even left the guild.’

He wouldn’t achieve good results in this event.

But even so, Jeong-Hoon didn’t want to eliminate Hong Yun-Seong himself.

Even though the small history had changed due to his regression, he didn’t want to touch the futures of those who had helped him.

The rest was up to Hong Yun-Seong.

[Bonus point calculation complete.]

[Please check your bonus points.]

‘560 points, huh?’

The number of users Jeong-Hoon had killed was 56.

He received 10 points per person.

560 points in the 2nd round wasn’t a bad result.

[The next round will begin.]

The 2nd round was about to start.

[Survive as long as possible.]

[Round 2 will end when there are 10 survivors.]

The round proceeded with the same rules as the first.

However, this time, only 10 survivors would remain.

That meant 70 more people would be eliminated.

‘It seems like the end is in sight.’

The 3rd Colosseum would be formed with the 10 survivors from here.

Jeong-Hoon’s eyes gleamed.