MMORPG: Rebirth of the Mortal Online

Chapter 305: Serious



Oldman's fingers moved slowly across his banjo's strings. It didn't look like he was worried for the incoming doom.

The fist that was larger than his own house back in the real world came crashing down towards him, but he kept playing the banjo without pausing for a single beat.

When it was about to crush him like a bug, Oldman played the final note, and the fist came to a sudden stop.

Behind Rawkshawn's gigantic body, a creature that was even bigger than Rawkshawn emerged from nothingness.

"Summoning Magick, the Puppeteer of the Ancient World!"

The creature had a long, thin body with a head that was way too big for its body. It had long,

thin fingers that were as long as Rawkshawn's arms, and from each fingertip, strings extended into Rawkshawn's punching arm.

Those strings managed to stop Rawkshawn's punch.

At this moment, the Puppeteer's chest opened up. A sword came from within. It headed towards Rawkshawn's back.

The sword looked like it was big enough to slice Rawkshawn in half.

At that moment, Rawkshawn's back changed colors. It turned gold like he had been touched by Midas.

When the sword collided with his gold back, the sword shattered, and splinters of metal flew everywhere.

'Gold Kraft!' Oldman frowned. 'It means he can also use the Three Powers. Just how strong are his Kiryoku and Magick then?'

Rawkshawn backhanded across the Puppeteer's face and destroyed its face with a single powerful blow.

Oldman's powerful summoning creature had been defeated in a single blow!

THUMP!

With one step, Rawkshawn appeared above Oldman and immediately brought his fist down.

As it was about to smash into Oldman, a winged young man appeared and smashed into the large fist with the eight-petaled wings.

BOOM!

Without any effort, Rawkshawn sent the winged young man flying through the ground. The ground flipped over, and the winged young man was buried under a pile of rocks.

"Adam!" Oldman jumped away to safety. "Shit..."

Rawkshawn took another step and appeared behind Oldman. Since he was so big, all he had to do was take a step or two to catch up with anyone!

Oldman turned around with his eyes slowly widening.

"You're not part of this game." Rawkshawn lifted his fist high. "Ordinary Hammer Fist!"

The hammer fist came crashing down.

Oldman rested his banjo on his shoulder, then jumped over the hammer fist and landed on Rawkshawn's arm.

The hammer fist landed on the ground and created a big crater in the dirt. The whole island shook, and it even seemed like the island was falling down into the nothingness below!

Oldman ran up Rawkshawn's arm, and his banjo slowly changed colors. It turned crimson-red, emitting a bright and fiery light.

BOOM!

Adam punched through the destroyed ground and appeared back on the surface. He looked over to Rawkshawn, and saw that his lips curled into a smile as Oldman approached him.

"Shit, he is about to die!" Adam unfurled his beautiful wings, and using Little God's speed and even Gravity Force to make him weightless, he moved faster than ever before!

Oldman jumped up the arm, and with his banjo, he swung it like a baseball bat.

"The Crushing of the Weak World!" Oldman screamed and smacked the banjo across Rawkshawn's face.

Crack... CRACK!

The banjo shattered into pieces.

'No way...' Oldman thought, looking down at the broken banjo in disbelief. 'It was clad in Red Kraft. How could it have broken so easily?'

"Try to stop this, little man!" Rawkshawn's thunderous voice traversed throughout the island.

Those words weren't meant for Oldman or Nerezza or Sepheron or Lionel.

Those words were meant for Adam, and only for him!

"Ordinary..." Rawkshawn moved his two hands and was about to swat Oldman like a fly. "Slap!"

Between the two hands, Oldman realized there was nothing he could do. Rawkshawn was treating him like he was nothing but a fly.

It was humiliating for someone who had done so much in the mercenary world. He was considered a legend, a hero of the battlefield, and yet here he was, being swatted away like a

fly.

'How could it end like this?' Oldman closed his eyes and awaited his final moments with a sense of bitter resignation.

"No!" Adam headed towards Oldman, moving as fast as he humanly could, but as he reached

his hand towards Oldman, he noticed that he was too slow!

Slowly, Oldman's body vanished as Rawkshawn's hands came together in a loud clap.

That loud clap sent Adam flying backwards like a ragdoll.

Rawkshawn removed his hands from the clapping stance and looked at his hands. They were

bloody, with the mangled corpse of Oldman all over them.

"Mm~" He cleaned his hands across his pants, as if he were just cleaning off some dirt.

"Oldman is dead..." Nerezza couldn't believe it. "I never expected to see a legend die one

day."

"This is bad..." Lionel's face looked ugly.

'I failed...' Adam gritted his teeth as his wings kept him aloft. 'That's what Rawkshawn wants. To crush our spirits and break our wills.'

"Should I make it easier for you?" Rawkshawn's annoying laughter filled the air. "If one of you manages to survive one punch from me, I let all of you go; how's that?"

Hearing that, others looked shocked but suspicious. Would Rawkshawn really just let them

go?

Lionel put his hand over his mouth and coughed slightly, but he coughed accidentally some blood. When he looked at his hand, he saw that his blood had turned black.

'Even if we get out, there is no cure for this sickness. We might still die.'

Adam landed near them and said, "I'll do it. I might have the best defensive capabilities."

"Are you sure about that?" Sepheron opened his mouth. "Look at your wings. They might not survive another hit."

Adam looked behind at his wings and saw that they were filled with cracks. Two punches from Rawkshawn were the maximum his wings were able to deal with.

There was a time when he thought his wings were unbreakable, but that was clearly not the

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If he used his wings to protect himself from the punch, his wings would definitely break.

'Rawkshawn will definitely not use any of his 'ordinary' attacks this time around.' Adam thought. 'He'll put some effort into his punch.'

"This is most likely another trick by Rawkshawn." Lionel said. "To give us some hope before

ripping it apart."

"I thought of the same," Adam said. "I still think I've got the best chance of surviving that

punch."

"I don't think so." Lionel said. "Rawkshawn seems to be targeting you. It is like he wants you

to be the one."

"If it is not me, who then?"

They all looked between each other.

"I will," Lionel said.

"You can't survive his punch." Adam said with a frown. "Your rank is Royal Prince, is it not?"

"Haha, it is indeed." Lionel looked at him with a grin. "A kid like you've already surpassed

me. How sad. Oh well, my true strength never lay on my level."

"I can also do it." Sepheron said, but then touched his head with a look of pain.

"You can't." Lionel said. "You don't have any mana left. I have to do it."

Sepheron weakly nodded.

Lionel reached out his hand to his inventory and took out another mask. The mask was that of

an armadillo.

"The mask of armadillo." Lionel removed his shapeshifter mask and put the armadillo mask

on. "It is a mask with the greatest defensive ability I've found. It has been a great help for

me."

As soon as he put the mask on, his back slightly hunched, and on his back, armadillo's shell

appeared. It looked strong and durable.

That wasn't all!

Slowly, he clad the shell in his Red Kraft!

Lionel stepped forward and approached Rawkshawn. As soon as his shadow fell over him, he

felt like he was facing a giant, angry god.

"Oh, you're the one they chose to die?" Rawkshawn grinned. "I expected him to do it. Was he

scared?"

"My name's Lionel Holloway!" Lionel screamed. "Remember my name!"

"I don't remember every ant I crush." Rawkshawn lifted his fist high. "Have you?"

"Mmh?" Lionel frowned.

"When you were a kid or young adult, when you walked down your backyard and stomped

over some ants, have you remembered them?"

"Are you saying that we're as insignificant as some backyard ants?" Lionel asked with a heavy

expression.

"Yes!" Rawkshawn laughed. "You didn't answer my question."

"No..." Lionel said. "I don't remember any ant I've stepped on." "Then, y'see my dilemma." Rawkshawn grinned. "If you survive, you might evolve from an

ant to a cockroach. I do remember some cockroaches because they're disgusting." Lionel hid his entire body behind his armadillo shell. He then closed his eyes, and the

memories of his mercenary life flashed across his mind.

It was a fulfilling life.

He loved every moment of it.

The real world wasn't that kind to him, but this world, while it had problems of its own, he

still loved it. Walking down the streets, talking with the Originals, and making friends with

other mercenaries, it was all very fulfilling.

Lastly, he remembered the 70th floor of the dungeon, and when he and his friends cleared it,

it was the happiest moment of his life.

The memories stopped as the ground started shaking.

Rawkshawn stomped down on the ground and then brought his fist down hard, unleashing the

strongest attack he had done today.

Before this moment, he had only been using his ordinary moves. This was the first time he

went beyond that.

Rawkshawn grinned.

"Serious Smash!"