"Enemy." The moment they confirmed that this half-elf wielding a nodachi was their foe, the Hassans understood the situation.
"Come out, have you?" The man raised his nodachi, and a crimson light flared in his eyes. An aura that looked like blood erupted around him. Gripping the nodachi in both hands, he swung it down—not once, but repeatedly. "Phantom Touch: Explosive Assault."
"Scatter!" one of the Hassans shouted at once. He looked sturdier than the others.
Then, suddenly, slashes appeared throughout the space they occupied, one for each of them. No one was spared.
Phantom Touch was a hunting technique of the Brutal Hunter. By infusing his own ki into it, he could extend the range of his weapon's attacks to strike targets up to nineteen meters away.
Combined with his martial arts, it could easily kill a hundred Hassans in an instant.
But... the Hassans each moved in ways that defied the limits of human flexibility. Some abruptly drew their right arms—and even their right shoulders—inside their own bodies. The least extreme of them performed the difficult iron-board bridge.
And they dodged every single attack by the skin of their teeth. Yes, every one of them.
The man charged at the half-elf from all directions.
Three figures, completely shrouded in black robes, reached the half-elf and surrounded him. Then they swung the dagger-like blades in their hands at him.
Judging by the suspicious liquid on the blades, they were undoubtedly coated in poison.
The half-elf was fairly nimble. He barely dodged one Hassan's attack, then forcibly blocked another's strike with his own muscles.
Yes, he stopped it with his muscles.
The Hassan's blade couldn't pierce him at all. It was like stabbing adamantine.
The Brutal Hunter had two abilities. One let him train his muscles and, by supposedly tensing