Chapter 53: 1 v 50 (2/2)

They couldn't help but grin. They would draw the first blood, and with this, the momentum would be theirs! But just as their sticks were reaching him, a shield appeared out of nowhere and deflected their attacks. 

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Jack chuckled, and instead of retreating, he pressed forward and slammed the shield at them! The spikes entered their soft flesh, making them wince in pain and launching them a meter backward. 

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"What the heck is this?! How did he do that?!" All that saw this scene were flabbergasted. 

This was the power of a kick-ass shield and a whooping 14 STR!

Was 14 STR a lot? Not at all. Was it a lot when faced with level 2-3 players? Hell the fuck yes! After all, shield bashing was a contest of strength between him and his opponent, nothing else! 

"Wait, he has a shield now?!" 

"Is that his trump card?!" 

"Whatever, let's kill him!" 

They shouted in false bravado, but he could see them tensing in unease. They were eying the shield with apprehension. Well, this was understandable. 

The Cluckinator was actually stronger, but it had a relatively modest design. A feather-looking blade wasn't exactly the most dreadful weapon in existence. This one was so different! 

It was completely black with extremely sharp spikes and a devilish aura, especially with the pulsating red streaks akin to blood vessels. 

"Get him!"

They shouted to give themselves courage. But all that awaited them was a merciless killing machine. Jack kept moving, making sure never to face more than 8 of them at once. Then, he would dodge, parry and block. 

Miss 

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Miss 

But that's when one made a suicide attack to assure that his attack would connect. 

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"Guy's I hit him!" the man rejoiced. But, the celebration was short-lived as he double-checked. "Wait, one damage?! He has 50% armor?!" Then came the reprisal. 

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The man instantly panicked. Out of his 24 max HP he only had one left! Holy shit, this had been a close call!— or so he thought. That's when he saw a shield magnify in front of his face. 

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Dead! 

But he wasn't the only one bashed in the face…

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The spectators rubbed their eyes in wonder. In a 1 v 50 fight, he had taken a single point of damage, turned this into a 1 v 49, and pushed back his enemies. Even if he lost, that performance was mighty impressive! 

"Keep going! Twenty-five more to go, and he's down!" 

Jack couldn't really blame the poor bastards for thinking that he was level 3. He had just gotten level 4, after all. 

They bravely fought, cheering every time they managed to hit him. 

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"Hell yeah!" 

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"Keep going!" 

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"We got this" 

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"Slowly but surely!" 

But then their leader realized how insane the situation was. Every single 1 damage meant that one of them would die from a quick attack combo, every single time. 

Then there were the freaking bashes. They dodged the slashes only to get brutalized by that goddamn shield! 

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They weren't the ones cornering him, not at all. He was voluntarily allowing them to hit him to create a situation where they wouldn't be able to dodge his full combo. A K.O. meant that they wouldn't be able to heal with potions. 

"Oh god. What kind of monster is he?" The Dragons' leader despaired. 

The bystanders 100% agreed with that statement, but what they felt was admiration. At this moment, they had forgotten the man and his possibly sinister plans. They were only gawking at the skill displayed. 

"This sure is fun." Jack eventually chuckled as he stared at the remaining enemies. 

There were 24 "Mighty Dragons" left, and he was at 2/28 HP. Sure he was getting pretty low, but he couldn't help but laugh at how desperate they were getting. 

"Goddammit, he's level 4, not 3. That explains the power!" One spat out. 

Excuse me, what the fuck? One level explaining the power? Had this guy just conveniently disregarded Jack's skill, his armor, and his weapons in one go? Wow!

"Who was it again that said they were all caught up even if they started late? I think all the blood spilled is clouding my memory. Well, good thing it's mostly your blood." Jack "innocently" asked. 

Their leader's face turned purple. He really had said that to a man that had just killed 26 of them and was still alive. He felt quite silly at this moment. 

Caught up? They were so fucking far from catching up to him! Hell, they had no damn clue how he even got armor. It had to be the village, but they didn't know the details.

But, he still regained his composure as he stared at Jack. 

"You were a mighty opponent, but it's over now! You only have 2 HP left, and there are still 24 of us. Boys, let's finish this!" 

His men instantly rallied, extremely hyped. They had never expected such a challenge in what was supposed to be a one-sided crushing. This was why they loved PK. It made their blood boil! 

"Hell yeah!" 

"Avenge the fallen!" 

"Kill the Demon King!" 

That's when they all charged at him. But, somehow, all they could see was Jack's smirk. He took out a healing potion ever so slowly as if to taunt them. He had ample time to drink it before the clash. 

Their faces instantly became livid. Oh god, no! They knew what it did. They were just too broke to use them. 

Potion: +20 HP 

What did 20 HP mean? It was the sacrifices of 20 of them. Once he drank the content of this small vial, he would definitely steamroll them! 

Time seemed to slow as they saw everything happen in slow motion. He slowly approached it from his mouth. They understood that he was voluntarily making slower than it had to be. But, it would be fast enough. 

Just as the vial touched his mouth…a pebble appeared out of nowhere and sent it flying! What the hell had happened?! They had no clue, but they just charged ahead! They just needed two hits! 

Their leader had been the one throwing the pebble. He stood on the side, his heart beating so fast. This had been so clutch! As the encirclement closed, he realized that they would win! 

Jack had lowered his guard since he was about to be full HP (or close). He had evidently planned to tank a few hits and go on a killing spree, but now he was finished! 

"HAHAHA! This is it! Victory is ours!" He happily shouted. 

He had already forgotten reputation, profit, guild business, and all that bullshit. This happiness was genuine. They had struggled together to beat an impossibly strong enemy! It had been 50 v 1? So fucking what! The Demon King was that strong! 

Jack disappeared inside the sea of players, the bystanders sighing. This was such a pity! He had been so close to victory. If only he hadn't messed up at the end. 

"Overconfidence is a sin, and we should remember that." One wisely uttered. 

Then the sticks came crashing and— 

— WHOOOOSHHH! — 

Suddenly a giant red arc of light appeared right in their midst. The bystanders stared at it. What the hell was that?! 

— Cluck— 

— Cluck— 

— Cluck— 

— Cluck— 

— Cluck—

Tons of clucking sounds were heard as large damage numbers appeared above the head of Jack's assailants, all 23 of them! 

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Then there was only Jack left, with all the players dead. The spectators felt like they were about to go crazy. 

"What the actual fuck?!"

"That was a skill, right?!"

"How does he even have such an ability?!"

"No…I don't think it's just any skill."

"What do you mean?" 

"This…this…If I'm not wrong it's the Chicken Overlord's attack. The one that almost wiped the raid party a few times over." 

A motherfucking boss skill?! A player had a boss skill?! How the fuck was that possible, and also how was it so OP?! 12-24 damage to all targets?! That had been what…414 damage in one slash?! 

That's when Jack casually grabbed the fallen potion, then turned toward them. 

"I was busy fighting, so I missed the conversation a bit, you see. So, who was it that was overconfident?"

Creator's Thought

Motherfucking Bloody Cleave for the win! This skill is extremely OP against noobs.1. They love grouping up2. They can't identify the signs that the attack is being initiated. 3. Their armor sucks and they take lots of damage from it. 4. They don't noticed the Chicken Marks eithe