SSS Awakening: I Can Class Change at will - Chapter 332 Ambushed by team

Chapter 332  Ambushed by team

“Did you hear that? He told us to leave. Why don’t we just pack up and do as he said?” The group burst out laughing.

“Someone get this man a medal.”

“He’s got guts, I’ll give him that.”

“Guts don’t stop swords, though.”

The leader chuckled along with them. Then, his expression dropped, the grin vanished like it had never been there as his eyes turned cold.

“That’s enough messing around.” He pulled his longsword from the dirt and rolled his shoulder. “You think we don’t know what you’re doing? Standing there, talking, buying time to let your mana trickle back. Of course we know. We just wanted to have a bit of fun first.”

He leveled his blade in Moon’s direction.

“Fun is over.”

The leader broke into a sprint. Behind him, the formation moved as one as spells lit up across the backline.

Arrows nocked and drawn. Two heavy-armored tanks fell in step behind the leader, their shields raised, closing the distance fast.

A fireball and two earth lances sailed over the leader’s head toward Moon.

Moon didn’t flinch. He raised his hand and a sword materialized from his storage ring, his fingers locked around the grip. His mana was nearly gone. But his stamina was still there, although he was a stronger mage than he was a physical fighter. He was nothing to be messed with when it came to physical power either.

“A mage using a sword…haha, this kid went insane!”

Moon activated [Heaviness] a split second before he moved. His body surged forward, the reduced weight converting into momentum that launched him toward the leader faster than the man expected.

‘He’s fast.’ The leader thought as he swung his blade at Moon’s head, intending to decapitate him in a single strike.

Moon jumped over the strike in a single leap, his feet caught something solid in the air itself. The particles beneath his boots hardened for just a moment, giving him a platform where there shouldn’t have been one. He pushed off it and rose above the leader’s horizontal slash, the blade passing beneath him harmlessly.

Then, Moon brought his sword down alongside his body.

Whoosh!

The strike was thunderous despite lacking in sound. The overhead strike split the leader from crown to waist. Both halves fell apart and hit the ground before anyone could react.

The laughter in the attacking enemies back-line died. Every single Awakener behind the leader froze for a brief moment. Their leader had advanced to S-Rank recently, and…he died in a single sword strike against a mage that was using a sword…it was terrifying.

Then their leader respawned.

The leader gasped back to life, stumbling, eyes wild. He opened his mouth.

“Help m—”

Before he could finish his words, a sword flashed in his vision—

Whoosh!

His head separated from his body before he turned to particles.

Again. He respawned, scrambling, choking on his own panic as the debuffs took effect. The penalty for death was enormous, and it was devouring his life reserves, he only had one life left.

Two of his teammates finally snapped out of it and rushed forward to drag him back. Before they reached him, Mirage came in from the side at full gallop. The horse reared and kicked both of them squarely in the chest.

The impact sent them flying. They hit the ground tens of meters away and didn’t get up quickly. One of them coughed blood into the dirt. The other tried to push himself up and collapsed.

The leader respawned once more, gasping, trembling.

The remaining seven Awakeners stared at Moon.

Nobody was laughing anymore.

The leader scrambled backwards, legs giving out beneath him as he tried to put distance between himself and Moon. His hands clawed at the dirt. His sword was gone somewhere behind him. His eyes were wide and empty of everything except fear.

But it didn’t matter.

Moon’s blade came down one final time to seal his fate

[You have killed the Level 25 S-Rank Knight]

The body hit the ground and stayed there, blood continue to pour out, painting the ground in red. The knight had four hundred left when Moon cut him down for the last time.

Moon flicked the blood from his blade and looked up at the remaining nine. The total time had been about three seconds from start to finish.

Suddenly, a rumble shook the ground behind him.

‘Shit!’ Moon cursed as he spun, his sword already pointing back before his eyes caught up. The turtle had already crossed the short distance, his jaws clamped down on the flat of his blade with enough force to send a shockwave up his arm.

His entire right side went numb. The sword ripped free from his grip and flew through the air.

Without thinking, Moon jumped. His foot caught a hardened slab of air beneath him and he pushed off it, launching himself upward. His hand snatched the spinning sword by its handle at the peak of his ascent before coming down on the turtle’s shell.

When his feet feet hit the cracked jade, Moon activated [Bird’s Dance].

His body moved before his mind could follow. The first slash came from the left, then the second from above, then a third from an angle that shouldn’t have been possible from his stance. Each strike flowed into the next without stopping, changing direction mid-swing the way a sparrow changes course mid-flight. There was no rhythm to predict, nor a pattern to read in his attacks. His blade pecked, carved and dove across the fractured shell, finding every crack, every seam, and digging deeper into each one.1

The turtle thrashed beneath him, trying to shake him off. But its body wasn’t built for that kind of flexible movement. Its neck could only twist so far, its legs could only reach so high. Moon was sitting in the one place the creature couldn’t touch.

Without the ability to physically take him off, the turtle tried something else. It broke into a full sprint, faster than Moon had ever seen it move, then slammed to a halt. The sudden stop should have thrown him forward off the shell.

But Moon’s [heaviness] skill, and his sword thats embedded in the turtle shell planted him firmly.

The turtle ran again. Stopped again. Each time Moon moved his weight and held on, his blade never pausing, each slash prying deeper into the fractures that webbed across the jade.

Pieces were starting to fall away now. Small chunks of green crumbling off the edges of the deepest cracks. The shell cracked under his feat with every hit.

Then the turtle did the one thing Moon couldn’t counter. It rolled onto its back.

Moon kicked off the shell and landed on the ground a few meters away, breathing a little haggard. His arms ached slightly from the vibrations that traveled through his arms from hitting the tough shell for so long. His mana had recovered slightly, but it wasn’t enough to cast another [Lightning Raiju]. The [Bird’s Dance] had consumed a good portion of his stamina, but he still had enough to continue the fight.

The jade shell was covered in deep gashes. Entire sections had gone white where the density had been carved out completely. Hairline fractures connected every wound into a single fragile web.

One more solid hit and it would shatter.