Villain Ch 1746. Bloodlust Players

Red_King cracked his neck beside him. "You felt that too, right?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Allen gave the faintest tilt of his head. "Movement. At least three groups. Trying to circle us."

"Idiots," Red_King muttered, already gripping his sword. "We don’t even have a healer."

Allen smiled faintly, the kind of smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "That’s why they’re coming."

Because of course they were. This wasn’t just a hunt. This was a badge run. A PvP ranked field like this gave rewards for higher-tier kills. And both of them? Rank-status players. Allen had the Goldborne legacy hanging off his back like a neon sign. Tournament champion. Never been taken down in open PvP.

Red_King wasn’t exactly low-profile either. Leader of one of the top guilds. Famously tanked the devil emperor in the war event. They were both icons of the kind of violence other players dreamed of matching.

And more than that...

They were both alone.

No healer. No mage. No backup.

"I count ten," Allen murmured.

"More than that," Red_King replied. "See the shimmer over the ridge? Stealth archers."

Allen’s eyes flicked to the side. "Cloak mages too. Trying to get in a silence lock before we can call any skills."

"They’re stupid," Red_King muttered.

"No," Allen corrected quietly, unsheathing his dual blades with a soft click, "they’re ambitious."

The air changed.

It always did right before a fight. Like the world held its breath.

Then—

A flash of spell-light.

A roar of battle cries.

And they came.

First wave. Three tanks, two DPS, classic formation. One tank surged forward, sword raised for a stun bash—

Allen was already moving.

He slipped under the swing, pivoted around the man’s side, and drove his dagger into the spot right beneath the arm plate. The guy gasped. Blood spurted like a cough. Allen yanked the blade out and twisted low, catching the second attacker’s knee with a horizontal slash.

The guy screamed. Collapsed.

[Blood Slice – Cripple Bonus Activated]

Allen’s system blinked red behind his eyes, and he rolled forward, narrowly dodging a hammer that cratered the stone behind him.

Red_King barreled past him, laughing like a lunatic. His sword caught one of the tanks mid-swing and split him like meat. A spray of red mist bloomed across the floating stone path.

"Oh yeah," Red_King growled, "this is the good shit."

A fireball slammed into the ground nearby, missing by inches. Allen didn’t flinch. Just darted forward, footwork smooth, bladework smoother.

He appeared behind the fire mage and whispered, "Too slow."

Then slit his throat with a clean horizontal drag.

[Critical Edge – Bonus Damage from Rear]

[Player EmberBlade Defeated]

The mage slumped, gargling. His body collapsed.

The next attacker was faster. A spear user. Good reach. Good rhythm. She aimed to push Allen back with distance, keeping him from landing his preferred quick kills.

Allen leaned in instead.

Her first thrust missed by a centimeter. Her second met his blade. Her third...

He caught it.

With his bare hand.

He held the shaft of the spear firm, pulled her toward him, and rammed his dagger into her gut with the other.

She choked. Eyes wide.

"Nice technique," Allen said coolly, yanking the blade out and pushing her away.

She stumbled. Fell.

Didn’t get back up.

Behind him, Red_King was a one-man earthquake. His sword moved like a boulder with speed issues—every hit landed with raw, brutal weight. One rogue tried to sneak him from behind.

Red_King turned and headbutted the guy.

No weapon. Just pure skull-to-skull violence.

The rogue crumpled like paper.

"You see that?" Red_King yelled, wiping blood off his cheek. "That’s called classic melee theory!"

Allen didn’t answer. He was already back in the fray.

A lightning spell cracked the sky. Arrows followed. He danced through them—an elegant blur of shadows and steel. His cloak shimmered, fading half in and out of the terrain like smoke given shape.

[Hiding – Partial Cloak]

He reappeared behind an archer and drove both daggers into her back. Crossed them. Ripped outward.

She didn’t scream. She couldn’t.

Too fast. Too final.

Blood sprayed across the cursed grass.

A new challenger lunged at him from the side—a katana user, flashy, fast, cocky.

"Goldborne scum!" the guy spat mid-slash. "Let’s see how long you last without your daddy’s name!"

Allen blocked the first strike. Let the second scrape past his shoulder. Then caught the third with his left blade.

And punched the guy in the throat.

Hard.

He stumbled, gasping, but Allen didn’t stop. He shoved the blade straight into the man’s solar plexus.

"Name doesn’t matter," Allen said, twisting it.

"What matters," he whispered, "is that I’m better."

The katana user’s eyes rolled back.

[Player Soryu Defeated]

Allen flicked the blood from his dagger and kept walking.

Behind him, Red_King was panting, but grinning. "You good?"

Allen nodded once, checking his HP regen.

Still stable.

"They’re testing us," he muttered. "Not just random PvP anymore. This is organized."

Red_King glanced at the horizon. "Think they’re recording this?"

"Doesn’t matter."

"You sure?" he asked. "Because I feel like we just walked into someone’s YuTube highlight reel."

Allen smirked. "If they wanted content, they should’ve brought better players."

The sky above them cracked with another flare of spelllight.

Second wave.

Bigger.

Twenty strong. Mixed classes. Some were players he actually recognized from mid-tier guilds. Good reputations. Hungry eyes.

They were here for the badge.

Kill someone with a higher rank and get a PvP emblem—one that could be traded for mounts, gear skins, even guild bonuses.

Allen and Red_King?

They were goddamn vending machines for those badges.

"Back-to-back?" Red_King asked, rotating his shoulder with a grunt.

Allen just turned slightly, his shadow stretching unnaturally across the ground.

"No mercy," he said.

"God, I love when you’re like this."

Then they moved.

The fight turned brutal fast.

No finesse. Just blood.

Allen’s body vanished into flickering streaks. He appeared between two mages, sliced through one, then reappeared behind a healer and kicked her hard in the back, sending her sprawling.

He didn’t kill her.

Yet.

He left her there. A message.

His blade caught another player across the face—clean diagonal slash, helmet cracking, skin splitting.

[Player VexRain – Critical Condition]

The man tried to raise a shield.

Allen stabbed through it.