[Max Level Newbie: Munpia #145 (Chapter 48-5)- Unexpected Encounter]
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Demon King Maramgang was infuriated to hear Vulcan’s arrogant words, and shouted.
Vulcan felt a chill and got excited at the same time.
As if they had made a promise, they jumped towards one another.
With the 20-meter-long thunder-lightning sword, Vulcan sliced through diagonally, as if he was hitting the neck of a soldier at a battlefield.
To directly hit against it, Maramgang gathered as much demonic power as he could on his right hand.
And like a bear catches a salmon, he flourished his arm towards Vulcan’s sword.
The clash of two great powers!
There was a tremendous shock wave with a loud bang on the eardrum.
The earth split up like there was an earthquake and turned ugly, and some of the hills that rose around it broke into small pieces and scattered into the air.
The other demon soldiers who had marched with the king got frightened and backed away, as they saw the magnificent scenery that looked like light and dark had clashed from the distance.
Nevertheless, some of the sluggish soldiers were swept away by the energy waves of those two and died, and those who were watching gulped down.
How could there be such a fight?
For the first time, they were surprised by the king’s heartfelt offensive, while also astonished at their opponent, who had not even a step back against him.
But it was too early for them to be surprised.
It was just the beginning, after all.
Vulcan and Maramgang shook the heaven and earth as they violently spewed out the attacks at each other.
BOOM! BAM! BOOM!
A mixture of shock wave, sparks and the thick demonic energy that were flowing out each time they clashed burst out and created chaos.
In less than 10 seconds, the surrounding land was unrecognizably damaged in its initial form, and the two shared an uncountable amount of fights, admiring each other’s strength.
Actually, Demon King Maramgang was shocked beyond wonder.
The power of the small brat’s thunderbolts were well above his expectations.
‘I thought he would be quite powerful as soon as I saw him, but never up to this much!’
The pride of Maramgang began to break down as someone who thought was beneath him showed no signs of retreat against his attack.
With the way of fighting that he had inherited from his predecessor, he drove out Vulcan harder, and tried his best to put his opponent at risk.
Maramgang’s moves and strategies became more precise.
Maramgang’s somewhat strange techniques reminded him of the fight with Cheonma Gangsi in Act 2, and Vulcan could have been taken aback, but Vulcan didn’t blink once and constantly stood in the attack mode.
The fist of Demon King swept by like a cannonball, and the leg of the Demon King, harder than that of a dinosaur, went past right before his eyes, but Vulcan didn’t get frightened by him, but rather put his strength into the thunder-lightning sword.
Moveover, the fists and powers of Ifrit poured out of the sky, which tangled up the attacks of Maramgang.
Of course, if he were to take his risk, he could have caused damage to Vulcan.
But when he calculated his risks and benefits, he didn’t feel like doing so.
That kind of strategy would only be useful when there is more to get than to lose from it.
If it’s like now, exchanging eye for an eye, it would only be a zero-sum game.
‘There would be a better time….when that time comes, I will pop your head open and drink from it!
But that kind of opportunity didn’t come so soon.
In fact, by little bit, Demon King Maramgang was losing, and Vulcan was taking the lead in the fight.
As if there was no tomorrow for Vulcan, he was pouring out his magic and wielding his swords at the Demon King, to which the King was taken aback by.
It was inevitable.
Whenever they confronted in a situation where they could hurt another, their reactions were different.
For the Demon King who thought he was better than the opponent, he was reluctant to admit that they could hurt one another very badly.
So whenever that kind of situation took place, he tried to get past it in a defensive stance.
But Vulcan’s behavior was very different from it.
To take what’s truly important?
He couldn’t think as such, standing in front of someone stronger than him.
In fact, he thought he would risk what’s truly important for him, if it meant he could take something from the opponent. There was only a way to be seen, only if he went on as strongly as he could, that would frighten the opponent.
With a long-term training with Powell, Vulcan was nearly brainwashed to this kind of mindset, and although he wasn’t fully into his theories, a lot of parts were improved.
‘Although I do have a long way to go…….’
However, Vulcan thought he was much more determined than this absurd Demon King who was only full of self-confidence.
He pulled out his sword again in a speed of lightning.
The Demon King Maramgang quickly stopped it with his fingernails.
Without a moment to take a breath, he kicked out to be further away from Vulcan.
He seemed to think that it was unbelievable.
Vulcan liked the expression shown on the face of the Demon King, to which he smirked back, and Maramgang stomped his foot hard out of fury.
He couldn’t really understand what was going on right now.
Well, above understanding, his pride couldn’t take it.
Later, if he had finished the battle and went back to his place and pondered it, he would have noticed his mistake, but now the battle was in full swing.
He was not given the leeway to play the game in comfort.
Maramgang with reddened eyes burst into a great roar of insanity.
“Arrrggghh! I will kill you!”
But his roar was not at all useful for the fight.
Rather, Vulcan had instinctively spotted the captured the gap, and with a more powerful force than before, he wielded his sword horizontally.
Unlike in the past, there were even the faint sparks of sparks in between the thunderbolts.
It was an example of the entry into the early stages of the fire-thunder sword.
There was the flame energy that has not been lifted because of the quick exchange of attacks.
As it swung around the thunder-lightning sword at its center, a terrible sense of pressure erupted from the sword.
He was not able to unfold the power of the sword properly due to lack of preparation time, as it was still immature, but he could find time to use it to its full strength thanks to the Maramgang who lost his temper.