“Yuto-kun, that lightning arrow you released just now was…?”
After hesitating for a while, Hayato ultimately could not hold back the confusion in his heart and asked.
Earlier, everyone had clearly seen the scene of a lightning arrow suddenly bursting from the boy’s palm.
That was a supernatural ability!
Among those present, who would not be envious of it?
It was just that since Sato Yuto had not brought it up himself, no one dared to ask too much.
Now that Hayama Hayato had stepped forward as the first to ask, everyone seemed unconcerned on the surface, but they all quietly pricked up their ears.
“That was power granted by a skill scroll.” Yuto glanced at the boy and calmly said, “That kind of item has a random chance of dropping after killing monsters.”
“Of course… even if you’re lucky enough to make an item drop, all of them belong to me if you join my team.”
“That’s only natural.” Hayato gave a bitter smile and scratched his head.
He had no objections to that.
Without Yuto, how could they still be standing here?
They would have long since been wiped out by the Hunter.
A person had to know how to repay kindness.
If he really obtained an item drop, Hayato would not be stingy about offering it to his savior.
Yuto swept his gaze over the group.
Anyone could say flattering words.
Of course, he would not be completely unguarded.
Just now, under the witness of the Main God, everyone present had signed the [Proof Blood Contract].
It was a very convenient kind of contract.
It could only be signed when every signatory agreed to it with both body and mind.
With the Main God as the guarantor, these students not only had to obey his three conditions, but if they were lucky enough to leave this instance world alive, they would also have to pay him all the personal points they obtained in this instance.
Exploitative, right?
But, if these students wanted to survive, they had no choice.
Sato Yuto was not a saint, and if he was going to save someone, he’d expect proper compensation.
“Rest for a while.
We leave the classroom in ten minutes!”
After leaving everyone time to rest, Yuto walked alone into a corner and opened his system panel again.
The slaughter earlier had earned him a considerable number of points.
At the same time, it had also allowed [Elite-Level Swordsmanship] to break through.
[Elite-Level Marksmanship – (46/50)]
[Elite-Level Swordsmanship] → [Master-Level Swordsmanship – (0/200)]
[Player Name]: Sato Yuto
[Personal Title]: None
[Constitution]: 3.2
[Strength]: 2.2
[Agility]: 2.1
[Perception]: 2.1
[Spirit]: 2.3
[The average value of a normal ordinary person is 1]
[Equipment: None]
[Attribute Points: 621]
Originally, his personal stats had increased by 0.1 Strength and 0.1 Perception respectively after two level-ups.
But after upgrading [Elite-Level Swordsmanship] to [Master-Level Swordsmanship]…
It had unexpectedly caused all of his personal stats to rise.
The Constitution rose the most, increasing by two whole points in one breath.
Strength, Agility, Perception, and Spirit each rose by one point.
At that instant…
Yuto felt as if his body had entered some kind of complete rebirth and evolution.
The sensation of invisible power surging through his entire body was far more shocking than the simple change in numbers.
Yuto subconsciously clenched his fist, and his finger bones kept making crisp “clack” sounds.
The explosive power coming from his palm made him clearly feel that the current him, even without firearms, could easily slaughter ordinary infected with nothing but his fists.
His originally fragile skin now seemed to be covered by a layer of invisible armor.
His resistance to impact had increased severalfold.
The bites of ordinary zombies probably would not even break his skin.
With the slightest movement of his feet, his body was actually as light as a gust of wind.
The intuitive feeling brought by his increased Agility made even his movements of turning around and raising his hand incomparably smooth, without the slightest trace of sluggishness.
When dealing with the Hunter just now, Yuto had still needed to carefully predict its movements.
But now, even if that monster’s speed doubled, he was confident he could rely on his agility to dodge it, or even counterattack.
In addition, what surprised Yuto the most was the increase in Perception and Spirit.
Originally, he could only vaguely hear movements within ten meters.
But now, even the “rustle” of zombies dragging their limbs at the end of the corridor and the “swish” of wind blowing through leaves outside the window…
all of it entered his ears clearly.
This feeling was extremely marvelous, difficult to describe with words.
It was as if every detail in the world had been magnified several times.
As for the sharp increase in Spirit, it made his thoughts clearer than ever before.
Even if he had to face ten zombies at the same time, he could calmly plan out the optimal order in which to kill them.
“I’ll test the new ability from [Elite-Level Swordsmanship] breaking through to [Master-Level Swordsmanship] for now…”
Suppressing the joy in his heart, Yuto’s gaze swept over a metal water pipe in the corner that had been bent by a zombie.
He casually picked it up.
The moment the cold pipe entered his hand, a strange comprehension surged into his mind.
It was no longer the stiff memorization of “moves” from the elite level.
Instead, it was complete control over “sword intent.”
With a gentle twist of his wrist, the water pipe spun into a blurry afterimage in his palm, precisely cutting across the edge of the desk in front of him.
With a soft “chhk” sound…
The solid wood tabletop actually split open with a smooth crack as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.
The cut was so neat it looked machine-processed.
This was the terrifying aspect of Master-Level Swordsmanship.
It no longer relied on the sharpness of the weapon itself.
Rather, it could merge his own Strength, Agility, and understanding of “cutting” into one.
Even an ordinary water pipe, in his hands, could display power comparable to a military-grade dagger. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
More importantly, what the skill breakthrough brought was not merely “knowing how to use a sword,” but the ultimate optimization of bodily coordination.
He could clearly feel that every swing and chop of his arm precisely avoided the dead angles of muscular exertion.
The efficiency of force transmission had increased by at least fifty percent.
In the past, his arm would become sore after ten swings of a blade.
Now, even after a hundred consecutive chops, it would only grow slightly warm.
Yuto called this attached ability “sword intent.”
When he used “sword intent,” his Perception attribute would receive a temporary boost, allowing him to understand everything about his opponent clearly.
It was like the master butcher carving up an ox, seeing everything laid bare.
At the same time, even if he had no sword in either hand, he could simulate bayonet attacks barehanded, or use other weapons to imitate blades.
The power was extremely astonishing.
This feeling was somewhat like the state he had entered before when he was in flow, yet it was not quite the same.
“Yuto-kun…
what was that!?”
Not far away, Hayato inadvertently caught sight of this scene, and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Just now, he had clearly seen Yuto casually swing the metal water pipe once, yet it carried a rhythm that made one’s heart palpitate, as if it could split the air open in the next second.
That invisible aura was even more oppressive than when the boy had killed the Hunter earlier!
“Gulp…”
Hayato swallowed with difficulty.
He felt a piercing chill and terror spread from his spine all the way to the top of his head, making his scalp go numb.
At this moment, he finally understood that Yuto’s strength was far from limited to that terrifying marksmanship and mysterious (Magic · Lightning Arc Arrow).
Just this strange swordsmanship alone was enough to crush everyone present.
“…”
Yuto put away the water pipe, the corner of his mouth curving into a cold arc.
Previously, Elite-Level Swordsmanship had allowed Yuto to avoid being at a disadvantage in close combat.
But Master-Level Swordsmanship had simply given him the capital to “steamroll” through a zombie horde.
Combined with his skyrocketing attributes and Lightning Arc Arrow’s powerful crowd-control ability…
From here on, his path would only become smoother and smoother.
Before long…
The ten-minute rest period was over.
“Rest time is over.”
Yuto turned to look at everyone.
His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable authority.
“Pack up.
We set out immediately!”
“From now on, all monsters encountered on the road will be killed by me first.
You only need to protect yourselves and carry supplies.”
Naturally, he would not casually hand monster kills over to others.
The final blow on every zombie had to be left to him.
“Yes, Yuto-kun!”
Everyone hurriedly responded.
When they looked at the boy, aside from reverence, there was now a bit more fanaticism in their eyes.