Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

"Yes, it's impossible to achieve an effective strike."

"While that speed was astonishing, it was unfortunate to have encountered such an opponent. Against a human, it would likely be far more effective..."

This is when you can see the flaws of [Flame Lightning].

The power is too low.

The Minotaur, which was over two meters tall, had sustained some injuries. Its body was charred by flames and lightning, but that was all. It couldn't be described as a serious injury.

If it were just a regular attack spell, that would be one thing, but [Fire Lightning] is unlikely to be a finishing move.

In terms of firepower, it's far too immature.

"Are we out of options?"

"It's too early to draw conclusions... That's what I really want to say."

Faced with the sudden attack of the Minotaur, Bell was once again forced to adopt a defensive strategy.

As Bell's attacks dragged on, Riveria and Finn observed his disadvantage with almost icy clarity. No matter how hard Bell fought, no matter how deadly the Minotaur was, as long as his attacks failed, he had absolutely no chance of winning. Even if he tried to target the enemy's chest, gambling everything on a single, fatal blow, he would be hindered by the opponent's overly thick pectoral muscles. The dagger's short attack range meant the blade couldn't pierce the magic stone (vital point), rendering it ineffective.

Then all that's left is the reckless special attack that disregards life and death.

When he boldly implemented this tactic, the Minotaur's victory was ninety percent assured.

The attack was ineffective. In any battle, this would be a fatal flaw.

The Minotaur roared.

With all its might, the greatsword slashed downwards, cutting the double-edged dagger, which had no time to dodge, in two.

Bell's expression froze.

What he lacks is weapons.

Finn's words have vanished with the wind.

The devastating impact pierced the ground, creating a small crater.

Bell covered his face with his left arm, which was holding a damaged short sword, and was blown away by the shockwave, floating in the air.

After a brief period of airtime, he landed on the ground, and the next instant...

(As for weapons, we have them here!)

Staring at the Minotaur's greatsword, he threw the broken pieces of the short sword he had been using to cover his face with all his might.

"feed!"

The short sword, thrown in a straight line, launched a surprise attack on the Minotaur.

The double-edged dagger, missing half of its blade, came into view, its twisted, broken surface gleaming sharply.

When the silver arrow flew toward his face, the Minotaur seemed to think it was just a clever trick and shook his head.

The unicorn horn on its head easily deflected the short sword back.

As for Bale...

He didn't care what happened to the short sword in the end; he had already started running.

"——!"

"Ughh ...

The Minotaur was too slow to react and didn't have time to retaliate.

Twisting her body, she was about to unleash a thrust with her right hand's "Hestia's Blade".

The monster's eyes changed after being trained, as it tried to defend against a strike from the right hand that was still hidden behind Bell.

It stubbornly pulled up the greatsword that had dug a large hole in the ground and used the belly of the blade as a shield.

(We've fallen for their trap!)

The Minotaur's astonishment was truly evident in his eyes, which were wide open to their limit.

The blade hidden behind Bell, about to unleash its attack, was not jet black.

It's a bare blade. Just an ordinary short sword.

The goddess's dagger was hidden in her left hand, where she threw the double-edged dagger.

A bluish-purple glow emanated from the shadows of the arms.

With his deep red eyes fixed intently on the direction, Bell's target was the greatsword.

"snort!"

“Guuuu!”

He held the Blade of Hestia in a reverse grip, and with a flick of his left hand, he thrust it towards the Minotaur's right hand, which was gripping the hilt of the greatsword.

A greatsword held in an unstable position, merely guarding against an enemy's thrust, is far too vulnerable.

With a hiss, the black blade sank into the right wrist, severing both bone and muscle tissue.

As the Minotaur raged and screamed in anguish, Bel gritted his teeth, spun his blade, and with all his might chopped the enemy's right hand, along with his greatsword, into the air.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, leaving Finn and the others dumbfounded in the distance.

"Goo, ooh ...

The Minotaur's upper body leans back, facing the ceiling.

Ignoring the screams that erupted at close range, Bell used the force of his knee to jump up on the spot.

As if using the other's massive body as a ladder, he stepped onto the raised shoulder and pushed off. He flew into the air.

He desperately stretched out his thin arm to snatch the blood-stained greatsword.

Whoosh, whoosh, the long, thick hilt of the sword drew a circle in the air, Bell's fingers touched it, and then—grabbed it.

The next moment, he landed on the floor.

"Bua, bua ...

The Minotaur, writhing in agony from his severed wrist, turned and lunged at Bell, who had landed behind him.

It stretched out its strong, muscular left arm, as if saying "Give it back to me," trying to snatch back the greatsword.

Bel, with his back to the Minotaur, placed his left hand on the hilt of his sword and slowly turned around.

He quietly extended his right arm and uttered only one sentence:

"【Flame and Lightning】".

big Bang.

"—Oh, oh oh!"

The shot, fired from extremely close range, lifted the Minotaur off the ground.

Just like before, the Minotaur was forced to retreat due to the speed and explosive pressure of the fire and lightning, causing it to lose its footing.

The skin burned and peeled off the carcass, which had been struck directly by the flaming spear, and the flames of the explosion spread wildly through the atmosphere. Accompanied by plumes of black smoke, the grassland on the ground was also engulfed in crimson flames.

It's too late, but it's soon.

Through the explosions and flames that obscured his vision, Bell broke through the black smoke and slashed at his enemy with his greatsword in both hands.

"Aa ...

He raised the greatsword high above his head, mustered all his strength, and swung it down in a powerful downward strike.

"Bugu!"

A thick red line appeared on the body, which was as strong as steel.

"You hit the target!"

Blood splattered from the slashed wound, adding speckled patterns to the ground.

Tiona let out a surprised cheer, and the Minotaur staggered backward.

Bale didn't let this good opportunity slip by.

"Drink! Aa ...

"Buahoo!"

The weapon, which was handed over to the opponent, was used to attack the Minotaur.

The heavy blade stirred up a gust of wind, unleashing the destructive power that had previously caused Bell so much suffering.

A continuous barrage of intense attacks.

Large-scale weapons flew around relentlessly.

"Ugh, what terrible swordsmanship...!"

"However, they did indeed overwhelm their opponents."

No matter how well you describe Belial's greatsword skills, they can't really be called cool.

He didn't look like he was wielding a sword; he looked more like he was being tossed around by it. His slender frame seemed completely out of place with the heavy silver ingot.

However, his raging momentum overwhelmed the Minotaur.

It was like a tornado. The greatsword swept across the battlefield, unstoppable, accompanied by Bell's roar, showering the enemy with a baptism of silver flashes. The bull monster wavered. It couldn't keep up with the sudden reversal of the battle and was unable to mount a proper defensive maneuver. Frozen in place, its body was forced back step by step by the unstoppable onslaught, suffering repeated cuts.

Amidst the scattering of blood and foam, the Minotaur's body became covered in lacerations.

The wounds and damage that could not be inflicted on the opponent before are indeed accumulating little by little.

"Woo-woo ...

The Minotaur, which had been fearful, roared.

It was as if it was saying, "Don't get too cocky," and it was enraged, reclaiming its instincts as a wild beast.

The ankle firmly planted on the ground wouldn't allow itself to retreat any further, and defiantly shoved Bell back.

"—!"

decisive battle.

The intertwined aura and imposing presence made the air tremble. A roar, long since devoid of meaning, filled the entire underground city.

Responding to the monster's powerful punches, the human swung his greatsword. To meet the human's swordsmanship head-on, the monster used brute force.

A fierce conflict that throws compromise far out the window. A brutal cycle of advance and retreat repeats itself. The pace keeps accelerating.

The awkwardly executed front kick was knocked down by the greatsword.

A blow from above, raised in defense, shatters the enemy's forehead.

The upward slash shatters the opponent's bones and tears their muscles.

The hoof-shaped depression in the ground, the flowers and grass severed by the sword's blade, the phosphorescent light descending from the sky being blocked by the fierce momentum of the intense conflict. The stage setup quietly and gradually crumbled.

The males, exerting all their strength, never stop. They never let go.

We must not stop, we cannot stop, we cannot back down.

The blood-stained silver sword and the cracked ox hoof collided, sparks flying, and they clashed again.

It was clear to everyone that the deadly battle was nearing its end.

"Ughh ...

"Buahoo!"

Bell unleashed a spinning slash with his entire body, striking the Minotaur in the side of its abdomen.

The blade stopped after slicing through half of the transverse abdominal muscle, which had transformed into a muscular armor. Then, the greatsword slashed down to its lowest point in one swift motion, sending the Minotaur flying to the side.

With a sharp crack, the greatsword emitted a small groan, which was drowned out by the piercing screams caused by intense pain.

"Hoo—, hoo—...! Mmm, woof ...

The distance between the two sides is about five meters.

After protecting his bleeding body for a while, the Minotaur, his eyes bloodshot, swung his hands toward the ground.

Its hands, no longer in their original form, are firmly planted on the ground, and its head is lowered. This posture, with its hips raised and all four feet on the ground, is exactly like that of a bull.

Bert and the others stared wide-eyed.