An Extra's POV

Chapter 893: Ojog's Rude Awakening

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].

'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.

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.