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Chapter 179: Korrin Vs Giant Warrior II

As the chaos deepened, Korrin kept up his fire spells, weaving flames into both offense and defense, but the giant warrior soon changed tactics. Seeing he couldn't land a direct hit on Korrin; he shifted his attention to the nearby Half-Drows.

With a roar, the giant turned and charged at a trio of fire mages holding off a group of gang members.

His axe swung in a large arc, cutting through the air, and sending strong air waves. The Half-Drows scrambled, one of them narrowly dodging as the massive blade smashed into the ground, sending a shockwave and broken floor debris that knocked them off balance.

"No!" Korrin shouted, as anger boiled within him as he watched those Half Drows get hurt; to stop the giant's plan, he launched a series of Flame Bombs, each explosion aimed to divert the giant's attention.

One hit squarely on the warrior's back, scorching his stone-like skin. The giant snarled and turned back to Korrin, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You want me?" Korrin called, his voice sharp. "Come and get me." He dashed forward, fire trailing behind him, and leaped onto a nearby ledge to gain some height.

The giant warrior sneered at Korrin's taunt, his booming voice echoing across the station. "You think I'm some brainless monster? Come stop me if you can!"

Ignoring Korrin's fire spells, he bellowed and charged again, this time toward another group of Half-Drows locked in combat with different gang members.

The axe swung once more, its immense weight crashing down like a landslide, just then another firewall appeared blocking most of the attack.

The Half-Drows immediately scattered, narrowly escaping the devastating blow thanks to Korrin's assistance. The ground shook, cracks radiating outward as the giant's weapon struck home.

One Half-Drow stumbled, and a gang member lunged in for a quick attack, "Ahhaa...ahaa," only to be thrown off screaming, burned by a precise fireball from one of the nearby fire mages.

"Stay together!" Korrin ordered, leaping down. He hurled a volley of smaller fireballs at the giant, aiming for weak spots in his thick skin. The flames sizzled on impact, leaving scorch marks but doing little to slow the giant down.

The giant chuckled, with a deep, rumbling sound. "You're pathetic, mage. You think these low-level attacks will stop me?"

But Korrin wasn't aiming to stop him outright—not yet. He darted between ledges and debris, his quick movements a calculated dance to keep the giant's focus split.

Every time the giant aimed for another group of Half-Drows, Korrin unleashed another Flame Bomb or erected a Wall of Flames to force him back.

As the battle stretched on, the giant's massive swings grew slower, his breaths coming heavier. Beads of sweat mingled with soot on his rugged features, and his imposing roars also began to sound less imposing.

Korrin noticed immediately. "Finally," he muttered under his breath.

With a sudden burst of speed, Korrin dashed toward the giant, creating a concentrated Flame Spear in his hand. The spear pulsed with a large amount of spiritual power, the heat so intense it warped the air around it.

He threw it with all his strength, aiming for the giant's exposed back.

The spear struck true, piercing through the hardened skin and lodging deep as it burned the surrounding flesh and blood.

The giant staggered forward a few steps, his massive hand flying to his back as he roared in pain, the sound reverberating through the chaotic subway station, audible even for other distant gang members.

Still, he wasn't finished. "You think… this is enough… to stop me?" he snarled, his voice strained but defiant. Blood seeped from the wound, sizzling as it met the lingering flames.

If Ram was here, looking at the giant he would shake his head and say, "Dude you might be a strong professional, and caption of a small group, but how dare you fight against a Boss monster alone?" But he was still on his way to meet the other gang members.

Korrin stood firm, his breathing steady as he prepared his next move. "You're done," he said coldly. "Stop resisting. I can already sense you're out of spiritual power to maintain that oversized body. Any last words?"

The giant's lips curled into a grim smile, his eyes filled with a mixture of defiance and contempt. "He-he-he... last words? You should worry about your own."

Korrin raised a brow, his expression darkening. "You've lost. Save your words for the grave."

Just as Korrin began to channel another spell, ready to end the fight, the giant's smile widened, his expression shifting to one of malicious glee. "You're so confident… yet so blind."

Korrin's instincts screamed at him, he froze, his sharp senses catching something, an invisible presence, a silent predator lurking in the shadows. His heartbeat quickened as the sensation grew stronger.

Without warning, the soundless threat materialized. A sharp bullet tore through the air, its speed and precision beyond comprehension. Korrin barely had time to register its trajectory before it struck him, with devastating force.

The impact sent Korrin staggering backward, flames flickering wildly around him as he gasped in shock. The searing pain briefly dulled his senses, but his resolve burned brighter.

From the far shadows, a figure stepped forward, with a huge, modified sniper rifle in her hand, the barrel still smoking.

She exuded a cold, calculated aura, her voice sharp. "Another fool," she muttered, adjusting her aim toward the other Half-Drows. The woman's mechanical eye moved as it scanned the battlefield.

Korrin's hand flew to his shoulder, blood seeping between his fingers, but his lips curved into a small, defiant smile.

His eyes flicked toward the giant warrior, now crouched and panting, his massive form shrinking back to a more human-like state as his spiritual power gave out.

"You? Still alive… and smiling?" the giant growled, confusion and frustration twisting his face.

Korrin chuckled, the sound low and raspy but filled with confidence. "You thought we didn't notice your sharpshooter? We were just waiting for her to act."

As he spoke, the faint shimmer of an invisible energy shield surrounding his body dissipated, revealing a small but deep wound on his shoulder. The bullet had grazed his heart, but the shield absorbed most of the impact, sparing his life.

Meanwhile, the huge life energy from his Wood Spirit Body worked its magic, albeit slowly compared to Ram's.

Though it couldn't close the wound instantly, it stemmed the bleeding and began knitting the torn tissue. Korrin straightened, his aura flaring up once more.

From a nearby vantage point, Mai observed the battlefield with narrowed eyes. Her sharp gaze caught the faint glint of the sniper's rifle as the sharpshooter adjusted her aim.

Without hesitation, Mai turned to Su Mu. "Did you see where the shot came from?"

Su Mu, crouched low among the underbrush, nodded. "Tree line, west corner. She's moving, but her cover isn't perfect."

"I'll drag her out," Mai said, her voice cold and focused. "It's up to you to finish her."

Before Su Mu could respond, Mai disappeared in a blur, using her Flash Step to leap between trees with precision. Her afterimages flickered in the dim light, making it nearly impossible for the sniper to track her.

Su Mu, left behind, nodded her head and drew her sleek, bow from her back. Her hands moved with practiced ease, fingers nocking as her spiritual power turned into an arrow onto the string. The bow hummed faintly, resonating with the spiritual energy she poured into it.

As the sharpshooter shifted her position, trying to track Mai's movements, Su Mu exhaled slowly, centering herself.

Her gaze turned sharp like a predator locking onto its prey.

The arrow she held began to glow, charged with crackling energy, its tip radiating a faint blue hue as she used her [Hero Skill: Power-storing arrow].

[Hero Skill: Power-storing arrow]

: Constantly increase the power, the greater the power, the first-level storage damage is 150%, the second-level storage is 175%, the third-level storage is 200%, and the fourth-level storage is 225%.

The sharpshooter Shasha cursed under her breath, her mechanical eye zooming in on Mai's swift movements. "Persistent little pest," she growled, firing another shot, but the bullet tore through an afterimage, hitting nothing but air.

She snarled, her frustration mounting. "Hold still, damn it!" she barked, scanning for Mai once more.

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"What can you do even if I stay still?" Mai landed silently on a high branch, her eyes locking onto the sharpshooter's position catching her off guard. That momentary distraction was all Su Mu needed.

"Got you," Su Mu whispered, releasing the arrow.

The spiritual power arrow tore through the air with a sharp whizz, a streak of blue light slicing through the dim chaos of the battlefield.

Shasha's mechanical eye caught the movement too late. She spun around, attempting to dodge, but the arrow's speed and precision were unmatched.

It struck true, embedding itself in her shoulder, and exploding into a burst of spiritual energy. The force sent Shasha stumbling back, her rifle falling from her grip as she hit the ground with a grunt.

Mai saw the opportunity and acted instantly. Using Flash Step once more, she closed the distance in an instant, appearing directly in front of the downed sniper.

The sharpshooter groaned, clutching her wounded shoulder, her mechanical eye swiveling to focus on Mai. "You think... you've won?" she hissed, her free hand moving toward a concealed blade on her thigh.

Mai's boot stomped down on the hand before it could reach the weapon, pinning her to the ground. Her face was expressionless, her voice icy. "You're outmatched. Stop struggling."