The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player

Chapter 20: Black Scythe (2)

As soon as Ryu Min landed on his feet, Hwang Yongmin threw a punch, but it missed and only cut through thin air.

Despite throwing a series of punches, Ryu Min dodged them all with his agile body movement.

In the meantime, he occasionally landed a few punches to the jaw and the body.

Why, why, why do I keep missing?! Why?! The feeling of getting hit without being able to retaliate made Hwang Yongmins blood boil.

This bastard

Stop swearing, its getting annoying. Im sick of it.

Suddenly, Ryu Mins close-range hook hit Sang-cheols ear.

Ouch

Yongmins head was spinning as he collapsed to the ground.

He could not get up anymore.

Yong Min!

His friends realized too late that something was wrong and drew their weapons. In particular, the one with a bow protested.

Ting!

But Ryu Min was not the one to be hit by a blind arrow.

He dodged it lightly and ran towards him.

Die!

Ting!

Once again, the arrow missed him and only hit thin air.

Looks like you were lucky enough to find a bow while hunting.

Suddenly, Ryu Min was standing in front of the enemy with a sickle raised above his head.

But meeting me was not unlucky.

As he swung it down, the arm holding the bow was severed.

Aaah!

That bastard!

Kill him, you son of a b****!

Yongmins friends rushed in to attack, but Ryu Min remained calm and simply scanned the area.

Now is the time.

As soon as they got closer, Ryu Min swung the sickle downward.

Swish!

The person standing in front of him was hit and fell down screaming.

Aaaah!

Sh*t! My leg!

The person following behind him was startled and stopped.

At that moment, Ryu Min flew through the gap between them.

Do you really have the determination to wield a weapon and fight?

Without waiting for an answer, Ryu Mins sickle immediately traced a curve.

Thwack! Thwack!

The arms of the four opponents who were gathered together slipped off like butter.

Aaaah!

Aaahh!

It didnt take long for Ryu Min to subdue them.

As expected of the deaths seal. Even with armor on, you can cut off arms in one blow.

Ryu Min used the deaths seal before he started wielding the sickle.

The damage had doubled, and even the arms of the armored enemies were sliced off with a single stroke.

Heukheuk

Heukheuk

Looking around, the battle had already ended.

Their arms and legs had been cut, and their pride had been shattered.

Too easy.

However, Ryu Min did not put his sickle away.

The fight was not over until he was satisfied.

Puk! Puk!

Aaaah!

Haaauuugh! Im gonna die

Ryu Min struck their arms and legs with his sickle as they writhed in agony.

Despite their agony, he did not stop his assault.

Stop whining. You wont die that easily.

He had no intention of killing them.

Theyre just trash that will fall off by themselves when its time.

However, he intended to instill fear in them so that they could never climb up again.

Ryu Min struck their arms and legs again and again with his sickle.

Aaah!

Huuuugh!

Even though they writhed in pain like they were about to die, they wouldnt die.

He had adjusted his damage so they wouldnt die since he can also see their health bar.

Finally, Ryu Min passed the howling thugs and stood in front of Hwang Yongmin.

.

Hwang Yongmin, who had closed his eyes and was lying down, trembled weakly.

Pretending to sleep wont work. There are no exceptions.

Ryu Mins sickle moved.

Swoosh!

At that moment, one of Hwang Yongmins arms was cleanly cut off.

Ugh, aaaaaaaah!

Dont be so dramatic. Thats not even painful.

Its not a bluff.

Ryu Min had lived through worse pain than having his arm cut off.

All because of the Hwang Yongmin gang.

The daily torment from the thugs was an unbearable pain for the victim.

Ryu Mins sickle moved again.

Hwang Yongmin, whose other arm was also cut off, let out a pitiful scream.

Watching that gruesome sight, An Sang-cheol gulped down his saliva.

To cut off the arm of a defenseless opponent

It might seem cruel to others, but An Sang-cheol was not one of them.

Instead, he admired the ruthless efficiency.

The Black Scythe a man worthy of being on par with the Boss.

He had previously thought the Black Scythe was all talk, but now he knew better.

The Black Scythe was more than qualified.

And his skills were undeniable.

With that kind of ability, hes hardly likely to refuse our proposal.

An Sang-cheol was inwardly impressed with the top-ranked player.

After slicing Hwang Yongmins thigh a few more times,  Ryu Min glanced over at Sang-cheol, and then approached them with an indifferent expression.

Though he was an ally, An Sang-cheol couldnt help but feel tense.

Are you okay?

Yes thanks to you.

Now you dont have to worry about being jumped by these bastards again. As you can see, they wont be able to move. Theyll probably just have to resort to voting or something.

Um thank you, Black Scythe-nim.

An Sang-cheol bowed his head, and Seo Arin followed suit.

Thank you so much for your help. But, arent they going to die like this?

Why does it matter? Theyre not even worth saving.

Oh

Seo Arin fell silent at the cold words.

On the other hand, Ryu Min bit his tongue inwardly.

Shes too soft. Shes not even a saint, so why worry about these guys lives?

Shes worried about the lives of those who had tried to harm her.

The reason cant be just to maintain an image as a public figure.

But from Seo Arins perspective, it wouldnt be easy to condone murder.

No matter what, I achieved my goal.

He had made An Sang-cheol owe him a favor.

There was no need to worry about them anymore.

Ughhhh

Uhhhh

The guys who had their limbs cut off were groaning like they were about to die, but there was no need to pay attention to them anymore.

They wont die. They have enough stamina to last until the end of the round.

When time passes and the round is over, they would come back to life.

Its not like losing limbs in this world means losing limbs in reality.

As long as they had their lives, they could return to reality unscathed.

In my heart, I want to kill them here and now, but I cant do it yet.

Killing them would be meaningless.

There was no great animosity, nor any benefit to be gained from their deaths.

Its not like theyre monsters dropping experience points.

If he were going to kill them, he had to make use of them first.

They still have some use. Hwang Yongmin and the other thugs too.

At that moment An Sang-cheol politely asked a question.

Black Scythe-nim, if its not too much trouble, may I ask you something?

What is it?

Why did you choose to spare them? In this world, killing someone like them wouldnt be a problem.

The ominous words made the thugs listening flinch.

Unlike Seo Arin, An Sang-cheol seemed to hope that these guys would be killed.

As expected of Ma Kyung-roks right-hand man.

Ryu Min answered without hesitation