Wizard: I Have a Cultivation System
Chapter 265 - 48: Lightning Purgatory Slashes the Monster Horde
Those Dark Gold compound eyes were so close to Murphy, less than two meters away.
There was no sound of breathing, no Energy Fluctuations, not even the slightest hint of a living aura leaking out!
It was as if it had always been a part of the darkness, only manifesting at this very moment because of Murphy’s presence.
Murphy’s pupils narrowed slightly, but his face showed no hint of panic.
Faced with this point-blank, lethal threat, he didn’t even twitch an eyebrow.
SHING!
A crisp, short ring of a sword echoed through the narrow side passage!
A stream of incredibly condensed Dark Gold light, seeming to leap straight out of the void, flashed from the scabbard at Murphy’s waist and vanished in an instant! 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
It was too fast!
So fast that the cold light in those Dark Gold compound eyes had no time to even register the need to evade before being struck by the stream of Dark Gold light.
VMMMM!
The monster’s body, covered in matte Black Armor, convulsed violently!
With the point pierced by the Flying Sword as the epicenter, countless fine, spiderweb-like tendrils of purple-black lightning erupted without warning from every seam of its carapace, every joint, and even from the depths of every single cell!
CRACKLE! SIZZLE!
The dense crackling of Thunder merged into a single roar, instantly filling the entire side passage!
The blinding purple-black light illuminated the monster, rendering its body translucent and faintly revealing its internal tissues being instantly destroyed and carbonized by the berserk Thunder Power.
It didn’t even have time to let out a scream. The moment the lightning erupted, its cold, focused Dark Gold compound eyes dimmed and went out completely, like burnt-out light bulbs.
Its long, flat body went rigid in the air for an instant, then collapsed forward as if all its bones and life force had been sucked out, slamming heavily onto the rocky ground before Murphy’s feet with a dull THUD.
The Dark Gold Flying Sword silently returned, a faint wisp of smoke clinging to its tip—a mixture of burnt and foul stenches—which quickly dissipated on the wind.
From discovery to attack, to the monster’s death, the entire process took no more than a single breath.
Effortless.
Fluid.
This was the absolute dominance that an Attack Power of 7.6 demonstrated against an opponent of this level.
In the face of absolute speed and sharpness, its so-called perfect concealment and tough armor were nothing but a joke.
But despite this, Murphy felt no joy. Instead, a flicker of solemnity crossed his mind.
’My Attack Power is high enough.’
’More than enough, even.’
’This monster’s stealth abilities were outstanding. It managed to sneak within two meters of me before I detected it.’
’Its armor’s defense was astonishing. Judging from the feedback as the Flying Sword cut in, a full-powered strike from an ordinary Great Knight likely wouldn’t have been able to breach it.’
’If not for my Flying Sword, any other opponent at the same level would have faced a bitter struggle.’
’And yet, it died.’
’A clean and decisive death.’
’Because my Attack Power far exceeded the threshold of what it could withstand.’
’It was like using a battering ram on an egg. No matter how hard, smooth, or fast the egg rolled, it was meaningless.’
’But... this is my flaw.’
’My Attack Power, thanks to the Flying Sword and sheer luck, has reached a level far beyond my current realm.’
’But what about my other aspects?’
’Defense?’
’I’m relying on 3.1 in Essence and 2.0 in Qi.’
’That might be enough against attacks of the same level.’
’But what about a full-powered strike from an opponent truly at level 7 or higher?’
’Stealth and reconnaissance?’
’My Thousand-Faced Illusion and Shadow Ring are nearly unbeatable on a mundane level, capable of deceiving even a typical Wizard.’
’But against an Otherworld hunter like this, one that specializes in perception, their effectiveness is clearly diminished.’
’Even my God stat of 2.4 failed to provide an early warning.’
’This is the real world, not some game where I can freely assign attribute points.’
’Attack, defense, agility, perception, endurance, recovery, environmental adaptation... for any living creature, these stats never form a perfectly balanced hexagon.’
’Every Path, every individual, has its strong points and, inevitably, its weak points.’
’The Path of Qi Refining that I’m walking—or perhaps, the Path of Artifact Refining—seems to have a considerable advantage in terms of offense, for now.’
’This monster before me was a specialized hunter that had invested heavily into stealth and perception.’
’If it hadn’t run into me with my outrageous Attack Power, it would have been a nightmare for most other beings of the same level.’
’Perhaps I should find an opportunity to refine a Dharma Artifact specializing in detection.’
’I’d rather not wait until an enemy is breathing down my neck to react every time.’
All these thoughts flashed through his mind in the instant the monster died and its body hit the ground.
At that very moment—
ROAR!
The monster cries from the passage entrance, which had been somewhat muffled by the rocks, suddenly jumped in pitch!
They became sharper, more frenzied, filled with the excitement and killing intent of having found a definite target!
The sounds of numerous, heavy footsteps and carapaces scraping against rock rushed like a surging tide, advancing at astonishing speed toward Murphy’s position deeper in the passage!
Clearly, the commotion had thoroughly alerted the monsters outside, who had been frantically searching for prey!
Like a school of sharks drawn by the scent of blood, they instantly locked onto his exact position!
Murphy’s eyes turned cold. With a flicker of movement, he dropped his concealment and advanced, facing the direction of the surging monsters. He positioned himself in a relatively wide section of the passage, one that gave him a clear view of the entrance.
’If I can’t hide, then I’ll just have to kill my way out!’
WHOOSH!
The hideous head of the first large Scorching Beast had just squeezed around the corner of the passage when the stream of Dark Gold light shot out to meet it like an invitation from Death itself.
SQUELCH!
The Flying Sword pierced the center of its compound eye, and the rampaging Thunderbolt Power instantly turned its cranial tissues to mush.