Chapter 509

The newcomer was wrapped head to toe in bandages.

He stood over three meters tall, a massive giant.

He stood there like a tower of iron.

He gazed coldly at the two.

"I never expected my first outing would meet two heroes.

But you two look pretty weak."

He said with a chuckle, his voice carrying a rustic sincerity.

Yet no one dared associate him with sincerity.

His appearance was terrifying—he was clearly a man who killed without blinking.

Masked Sweetheart said coldly, "So there really are blind fools who dare provoke me."

He stared coldly at the opponent.

"You think you're my match?"

"Don't you even know my name?"

"If you knew my name, you'd piss yourself in fear."

The monster grinned at Masked Sweetheart.

"Of course I know your name.

Aren't you the A-rank hero Masked Sweetheart? You look underwhelming—far from the legend."

With that, he slowly walked toward the two.

Though his movements were slow, an intense pressure radiated from him.

Luo En hid in the shadows.

He saw a fierce excitement gleaming in the monster's eyes.

Though he had never seen such a monster before,

he could sense the monster's power was terrifying.

Another peak Ghost-rank monster.

Who knew peak Ghost-rank monsters were so common now—just about everywhere.

In this short time, they'd already encountered several such monsters.

Masked Sweetheart hadn't expected the opponent to know him.

His expression flickered slightly.

If he dared provoke him despite knowing who he was,

then his power must be terrifying indeed.

Though his true strength couldn't yet be judged directly,

Masked Sweetheart had already raised his vigilance to the utmost.

He wouldn't dare the slightest arrogance.

His survival to this day relied entirely on his caution.

No matter the opponent, he never let himself fall into danger.

Not even now.

The monster saw Masked Sweetheart's expression change.

He burst into laughter.

"So you're just as weak as you look—scared? Then kneel and beg for mercy.

Maybe I'll spare your dog's life if I'm in a good mood."

Masked Sweetheart said coldly, "You want me to beg?

Give up that idea.

If you claim to be so strong, then let's fight—truth will show itself."

With that, Masked Sweetheart drew the dagger from his waist.

It was his favored weapon.

He never needed such a weapon against ordinary monsters,

but now he sensed this one's power was terrifying.

If he grew careless, he might be defeated.

As the number-one A-rank hero, he would never allow himself to be so easily beaten by a monster.

His sister's face was grim.

She hadn't expected to face such a terrifying monster.

Though she had fought as a hero for years,

she knew her strength was severely limited.

She usually faced only Tiger-rank monsters.

At best, she fought alongside others.

She and her sister had always fought as a team.

Two against one monster was manageable.

Though they'd nearly been gravely wounded several times, they'd always escaped.

But this monster was no simple foe.

She could feel the pressure radiating from him.

Such pressure had never been seen on any other weirdo.

Sister looked at Masked Sweetheart with some concern.

"Can you do it? Just the two of us?"

Masked Sweetheart nodded.

"Don't underestimate me.

You don't know how many weirdos I've killed.

Just this one weirdo—I can slay it in an instant."

Sister naturally believed Masked Sweetheart had this strength.

But she had no confidence in herself.

She said helplessly.

"I'm really sorry to trouble you.

My existence has become a burden."

Masked Sweetheart shook his head and said, "Don't talk like that.

You've always been inspiring me.

Without you, I could never have reached this point."

With that, he pointed his dagger at the weirdo.

"This guy? You don't need to lift a finger—just watch.

Watch how I tear him into a thousand pieces."

The weirdo smiled cheerfully at Masked Sweetheart.

"Showing off in front of a woman? You won't be laughing soon."

Masked Sweetheart planned to strike unexpectedly.

So his method of attack was always instantaneous teleportation.

Before the weirdo could recover his wits,

he had already rushed forward.

The dagger slashed out a curtain of light, instantly slicing toward the weirdo.

The weirdo regarded Masked Sweetheart with perfect calm.

He knew Masked Sweetheart's attack style was this.

He also knew Masked Sweetheart's speed—by his standards, it was nothing special.

Masked Sweetheart had expected this strike to instantly shatter the weirdo's defense, even force him back.

That would have boosted his confidence immensely.