An Extra's POV

Chapter 893: Ojog's Rude Awakening



None of his opponents had ever done it before.

They hadn't—couldn't, even if they wanted to-block an attack from [Perfect Expansion].n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

'So how...?' O'jog thought to himself, his eyes open wide as he looked at the four contestants -particularly the Luc'ia, who was now grinning at him... almost like this whole thing was a joke to her. 'How did she do it?'

He wanted to know.

He needed to know so badly.

'[Perfect Expansion] allows any of my Magic or Skill attacks to have a sure-hit effect within a certain radius. It bypasses defenses, and it increases the effectiveness of my attacks by at least threefold.' He reasoned.

'It also allows me to individually lock on certain targets and exclude others, as well as adjust the damage percentage and overall speed as much as I please.'

In essence, it was like his own little bubble where he could play god.

Even his teammates couldn't block or dodge any attacks he threw at them when he activated this skill. The most they could do was tank any damage with hopes of reaching and eventually defeating him before they accumulated too much damage.

Of course, that would also never happen because of his second skill.

'[Perfect Protection].'

~WHOOSH!~

As he was still in contemplation, he felt a disturbance around his space and noticed silhouettes approaching him at an incredible pace.

These shadowy figures were Kat'erin and Shai'ya, and their calm faces showed nothing short of determination as they closed the distance between him and their previous position in a flash. The moment they did so, they resorted to Magic.

All of a sudden, Blood spurted from beneath Shai'ya's uniform, and Kat'erin already began to create a torrent of ice and sharp cuts of wind. In essence, a powerful blizzard.

Since [Dragon's Voice] wouldn't work on O'jog, their best bet was to overwhelm him with enough brute force to break his defenses and hopefully damage him. With this rationale, they made sure to elevate the potency of their attacks to their absolute limits.

Hence, the attacks tracked the target with incredible precision and sheer destructive power. -VWUUUUUUUSSSHHH!!!~

The air vibrated and the ground quaked.

However, O'jog remained rooted in his position. His own teammates also did the same-with D'aru still making himself comfortable on the ground, while the L'ester maintained his position right behind their leader.

It was obvious that they would need to get past O'jog before getting to them.

But that would never happen.

After all...

~FSHUUUUUUU!~

... No attack was never going to connect.

As soon as the powerful torrents and immensely potent blood projectile almost touched O'jog, his ultimate defense mechanism kicked in, protecting him from the damage he would have received otherwise.

"Did you really think you could touch me... just because you managed to tank one of my assaults?" He smiled at the two, who had gotten even closer than before.

Somehow, they had to be punished for their impudence.

'[Absolute Destruction].'

As soon as he thought this, the ground crackled under his feet, spreading the tremors around him at a terrifying rate. In no time at all, it covered his immediate vicinity-where the two girls were positioned.

And then, a powerful burst of devastation followed.

'I'll tone it down so it doesn't kill you, but don't worry... it will hurt.' His grin broadened, followed by the thunderous sound of the entire space around him being ripped apart by a force of sheer destruction.

~BOO0000-!-

Suddenly, the destruction stopped halfway, followed by a certain disturbance within the vicinity that should have already been consumed by his attack. Not only was this puzzling, but it had to be impossible.

How could anyone stop an invisible wave of destruction? Especially when he was using his [Perfect Expansion].

His eyes instantly traveled beyond his immediate surrounding and noticed Luc'ia smiling from a distance. Her eyes were glowing brightly, and she had a daring look on her face... one that made him feel agitated.

'You... just because I taught you a thing or two and you won the tournament... you think you can stand up to me? Is that it?' He grit his teeth, eyes now bloodshot. 'How dare you? How dare you ruin my successive streak of victories? How dare you interfere with my skills-not once, but twice now?'

And, the most important question of all-

'How are you doing it?!'

Before he could get a proper answer to those questions, his gleaming blue eyes noticed something amiss.

'Hold on... where did the last one go? Where is... R'ai?' As soon as he thought this, he felt a presence right behind him.

'W-what?!'

With bulging eyes, he felt his body instantly shiver as he turned as quickly as he could.

However, he was much too slow.

It was already too late.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see R'ai holding a weapon-its edges gleaming with distorted blue and black energy. He held the blade with two hands, and he was slashing it towards him with breakneck speed.

O'jog couldn't help but wonder how R'ai was able to move so quickly, but he first needed an answer to how he was able to sneak behind him like that.

O'jog's senses were different from others.

He had [Perfect Sight], which granted him a 360 degree vision of everything around him, and it also allowed him to process details at a much faster pace than others. As a result, he could see intricate details-including the flow of energy and space around him.

This was how he could detect a presence behind him at all-considering how his own two teammates didn't even notice R'ai until his blade was fired up with the immense energy that

now danced around it.

And so, he couldn't help but wonder how the boy was able to slip past his senses at all.

Even if he was distracted... that wasn't enough.

Ultimately, though, there was no use thinking about something as useless as that when the outcome of the kid's effort was inevitable.

Just like others... his blade wouldn't be able to touch.

As O'jog thought this, his lips curling up into a smile, he noticed the black and blue blade

getting closer to him.

Dangerously so.

'E-eh...?' All of a sudden, he had a dangerous feeling that rang in his head.

'If I don't block that... I'll be in trouble!'

With that instinctive thought reverberating in his head, and the feeling of apprehension etched into his his body, O'jog didn't even realize when he raised his two hands to meet the

blade.

Then-

~CLANG!~

The sword actually hit O'jog's skin, sending him sliding a few meters away from his previous position-a position he hadn't left since the start of the whole Exhibition.

"Guh!" He growled, glaring deeply at the one who caused him to move.

Smoke rose from the hands that were used to block the blade strike. Both of them were

unscathed, though his clothing had secured some damage-not that it bothered him in the

slightest.

What was on O'jog's mind was something a lot more disturbing.

'He... actually got past my [Perfect Defense]...?'

A bead of sweat formed on his face as he looked at R'ai, who was now speaking to two girls that he was meant to have already defeated if it hadn't been for some interference.

"The both of you should take care of those two..." O'jog heard R'ai tell the ladies, and they

nodded in complete understanding.

As they made their way towards D'aru and L'ester, R'ai's eyes settled on him.

"Me and Luc'ia will handle him."

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[A/N]

Thanks for reading!

Looks like the Dragon's honored one is quite flustered.