Elend Mireaux lvl 8
HP: 290/290 (3/min)
Mp: 23/25. (2/min)
Strength : 30 + 10
Intelligence : 17
Dexterity : 23 + 5
Skill :
(Active)
- Heavy Strike (2) Lvl 5
- Flurry jab (3) Lvl 3
(Passive)
- Inspection
Class:?
Elend parried the incoming strike, his sword vibrating from it, and he fought down spikes of terror every time they managed to slide past his defense.
The Circus Blader's short sword clanged loudly against his breastplate. Elend bit his cheek, a jolt of pain crushed his stomach.
(Heavy Strike) Elend swung sideways. But the agile opponent effortlessly jumps back.
Goosebumps prickled along his arms.
He took a deep breath, the cut across his neck stung as he did so.
Hp: 260/290. (3/min)
Mp: 21/25. (2/min)
His mana is currently more of a concern to him than his HP. The Circus Blader rushed toward him, four swords lashing like a snake strike.
Elend moved in, bringing his sword on the offensive, but he quickly abandoned such idea. As he batted away the first strike, the second one forced him to angle his sword to defend. The third bounce of his breastplate yet still painful to him. The fourth one managed to deliver a cut to his shoulder blade.
(Heavy Strike) He flailed his sword sideways again. The same happened; they easily retreated back.
Being forced to use skill just so he can drive them back sent a cold shiver down his spine, the impending doom rattled inside him if this kept going.
HP: 260/290. (3/min)
MP: 19/25. (2/min)
Elend sneaks his left hand toward his dagger, he draws it out. Wielding a weapon in each hand, just like the Circus Blader.
Then, with the same hand, he yanked the door open. As he crossed to the hallway, he made out the Circus Blader chasing him.
He slammed the door closed, timing the circus Blader's arrival, aiming dagger points toward the door.
The handle moved (Flurry Jab). In an instant, five holes were crushed through the door. Elend could feel each one as it happened. He could tell three jab draws blood.
Quickly sheathed his dagger. He angled the sword forward with both hands (Heavy Strike). Elend pierced through the door. A heavy thud boomed. But there's no sound contact with flesh.
HP: 260/290. (3/min)
MP: 14/25. (2/min)
Kicking the door open, he sees one of them on its knees, clutching its gaping wound across the stomach.
The other one wasted no time charging at him. Elend rushed toward it, fully intending to finish it before the other joined the battle.
In an instant, he met with a Flurry of strikes. Elend forced back as his entire focus became completely defensive.
This one planted both its feet firmly on the ground instead of using its agility for a hit-and-run. His arm ached, and each swing he parried got heavier.
Does it buying time for its friend?
Abruptly, it angled a sword down, completely tricking Elend, whose expecting a constant Flurry of the same attack.
Pain flared deep inside his thigh. He steps back, sword in motion to bat away its attack.
Each step is a deep aching agony, even thrumming inside his brain.
(Heavy Strike) He flails his sword forward. The Circus Blader again jumped back.
He looked down, Blood flowing down from the deep gash across his thigh.
HP: 203/290. (3/min)
MP: 14/25. (2/min)
Breathing through the intense pain, an idea crossed his mind in a haze of pain. If this one did not want to leave its friend, then he would tempt it.
He climbed his way up the stairs. Blood churned freely as he staggered.
HP: 181/290. (3/min)
MP: 14/25. (2/min)
It curiously looks at Elend. Slowly follow him, not willing to leave its friend.
Elend staggered as his feet hit the back of the stairs, and he grasped the chair to steady himself.
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Groaning inside, he smiled. As he thought of a distraction.
(Heavy Strike) The sword shone with a blue shimmer.
Mp: 12/25. (2/min)
Again.
(Heavy Strike)
Mp: 10/25. (2/min)
The sword shines brightly, but. The white blare theater screening dimmed the effect.
(Heavy Strike) Now it shone brighter even in the white blaze of the screen.
Elend climbed the stairs, blazing blue sword raised in the air. Preparing to strike should the Circus Blader charge.
HP: 160/290. (3/min)
Deciding he is far enough, Elend rushed up the stairs. Toward the first Circus Blader that somehow hadn't died.
As he turned and he made out the healthy one charge toward him, no doubt realizing what he intended.
Too late.
Elend brought the Blue devastation upon the dying Circus Blader. It crashed through the floor, sending the theater shaking. The body exploded into pieces, Blood disintegrated under blue light.
(You Slain Circus Blader Lvl 10)
(Level Up!)
Elend Mireaux lvl 9
HP: 295/295 (3/min)
Mp: 28/28. (2/min)
Strength : 33 + 10
Intelligence : 20
Dexterity : 23 + 5
Skill :
(Active)
- Heavy Strike (2) Lvl 5
- Flurry jab (3) Lvl 3
(Passive)
- Inspection
Class: Unchosen.
Finish fight to choose classes.
Elend brought his sword in a Flurry of slashes. The Circus Blader reached him, but still disoriented, it flailed to block each of his strikes. He kept going, forcing it down on uneven stairs as he had the high ground.
If he let go even for a moment, the Circus Blader would jump over the chairs. He kept swinging upon it, each clash of steel sending frustration upon him. Each of his strikes progressively got deflected harder, like striking a rock, regaining its composure.
In a flash of steel, steel clashed explosively. Sending a shudder through his muscles.
Taking advantage of the recoil, the Circus Blader sent his other sword lunging toward Elend.
He skidded back, almost falling. With the newly given space, The Blader jumped on a chair. It rebounded forward with both steel forming an X toward Elend.
(Heavy Strike) Elend snapped down upon it. As he was about to swing down, the momentum of the twin blade met his blade first. Sending his sword flying out of his grip.
The Circus Blader flew over him, a heavy foot stomp down upon his right shoulder. With one foot balanced, it followed with a heavy kick, whirling toward Elend's face.
A brutal force slam blanking his vision, Elend went crashing down the stairs. Deep agony seared inside his skull.
HP: 265/295 (3/min)
MP: 28/28. (2/min)
He groans as he opens his eyes, a flint of light rushes toward him. Elend dodged, a sword thudded beside him into the carpet. He immediately expects the next sword.
Elend lunges forward, tackling the Circus Blader down, and surprisingly, there's no other sword. This one is busy clutching its wound from earlier. It's the injured one.
He draw his dagger and slit the Blader throath.
(You Slain Circus Blader Lvl 10!)
(Level Up!)
Elend let go of his dagger, he quickly picked up the Blader's short sword in two hands and assumed a stance.
The Last Circus Blader growls as it rushes toward him, probably regretting that kick now. Elend grinned.
As it closed on him, Elend was already missing the length of his previous sword. Then, a thought flickered inside his mind. This sword is so short. Maybe it can work.
(Flurry Jab) Blue hue spiralled around it, he lifted it high. The Blader charged in, probably thinking it was his other skill and hoping to repeat the earlier exchange. Well, he certainly is close enough.
Elend flicked his hand down on the side grip, steel point aimed at the Blader charging figure with twin blade held in the same X formation.
He let five instantaneous jabs go, in a split second, twin-blade clutter to the ground. Blood ran down his sword. A gaping hole in the neck brought the Circus Blader down. Its body fell beside the dead one. Head thumped face down on the floor, unlike the other.
(You Slain Circus Blader Lvl 10!)
Elend Mireaux lvl 10
HP: 300/300 (3/min)
Mp: 28/28. (2/min)
Strength : 35 + 10
Intelligence : 20
Dexterity : 25 + 5
Skill :
(Active)
- Heavy Strike (2) Lvl 5
- Flurry jab (3) Lvl 3
(Passive)
- Inspection
Class: Unchosen.
Finish fight to choose classes.
Elend let out a heavy sigh, his breath went out of him in a ripple. His chest thumped with heavy air.
His muscles loosened, short sword went clattering to the floor
"I win?" Elend breathed out, more of a question rather than a statement.
He looks around
"No more monster?" He asked no one. His legs shake and turn into jelly.
Elend went down, crushing, a grin plastered across his face. That is the most ridiculous thing he has done.
Choose your Class!
The system blared with a bold blue color.
"W-what?" He stammered. I get to choose?
Class:
- Rogue.
- Swordman.
- Warrior.
- Berserker.
- Assassin.
He scanned the choice, pleased with it. This is a solid normal choice, although is it normal for the system to withhold it this long?
Hidden Class Path Unlocked!
Should you choose the Path, you could no longer switch classes.
Decide!
He blinked the word, confirming it was still there.
A Hidden Path! Mirel Al Rubick, also known as the third strongest crawler ever, had a hidden Path awarded to him. And some top crawlers have these special classes.
If he is not mistaken, Mirel is awarded Path of Bright Flame. He is known as the Pale Flame because of that.
Excitement thrummed inside him, what will he get?
Class:
- Rogue.
- Swordman.
- Warrior.
- Berserker.
- Assassin.
Hidden Class Path :
- Path Of Circus.
"Path of Circus?" Elend muttered, his eyes bulged in disbelief.
Circus? Such thing is a path?. He heard there's some unique pathing for Hidden Class, but he had never heard about Path of Circus before.
Should you skip on the Path, it will never appear again.
Elend gritted his teeth, he bristled at the system. How is he supposed to choose another path after reading that?
He selected the Path of Circus.
Elend Mireaux lvl 10
HP: 360/360 (3/min)
Mp: 60/60. (4/min)
Strength : 45 + 10
Intelligence: 50
Dexterity : 55 + 5
Skill :
(Active)
- Heavy Strike (2) Lvl 5. (Upgrade to Guillotine) Y/N
- Flurry jab (3) Lvl 4. (Upgrade to Air Needle) Y/N
- Sleight Of Hand (5) Lvl 1.
(Summon enemy weapon to your hand)
- Trickster Pocket Lvl 1.
(Spatial Storage)
- Fire Breath (5) Lvl 1.
(Breath Fire out of your mouth)
- Tamer Whip (10) Lvl 1.
(Control Animal-Based Monster. Each second controlled target will lose 5 hp until death.)
- Curtain Call (30) Lvl 1.
(Instant Kill any Enemy Below 5% HP)
- Audiance Participation (30) Lvl 1.
(Force a single target to fight. Creating a strong domain between the target and the user, the target will receive a Buff)
(Passive)
- Inspection
- Blade In Mouth.
(Consume weapon to combine them)
- Thrower Accuracy.
(Enchance Accuracy)
- Wireman's Balance.
(Extreme Balance)
- Showman Flourish.
(Stick a light weapon into your enemy in an instant)
Special Skill :
- Wheel Of Fortune.
(Spin the wheel of fortune full of possibilities. The ticket is only available at each level up.
Class: Novice Juggler.
"Huh," Elend muttered, maybe he shouldn't complain too much.
"The system actually explains the skill," He said as his eyes trailed over the new information. It's like a star suddenly shining brightly in an endless void.
His dexterity and intelligence increased significantly, but his strength only went up one-third of the other stat. This tells him the fighting style of his class.
Elend would've guessed this is an assassin's class if he did not know better.
"Upgrade both skills."
- Guillotine (3) Lvl 1. ( Coat your strike with power of Guillotine. Each clash will stack Guillotine power until user decide to release it)
- Air Needle (5) Lvl 1. ( Summon knife made of thin air with five instantaneous jabbing motion)
Elend nodded in satisfaction, this is a skill combined with class based upgrade. His Path of Circus has mix with these two skills.
A shimmering blue spark appeared in front of him, it manifested into a piece of yellow paper.
Elend caught it, a very intricate drawing of a clown embedded on it. The clown gestures toward a wheel of fortune beside him. Daring someone to touch it.
He pressed the wheel with his index finger.
Suddenly the world went blank.
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Elend woke up, and he was seated?
He winced as the spotlight shone on him, shrouding his skin with blinding heat.
A circle of light illuminates the ground around his chair; beyond it is complete darkness.
Elend stood, bringing up his blade.
Fear rattled inside him. What is happening?
CLAP
CLAP CLAP
CLAP CLAP CLAP
Blood pounded through his head, each clap send a horror deep inside him.
"Who is there?!" He shouted.
Click
A sound of finger snapping echoed loudly.
The world went blindingly white. Elend shielded his eye. Opening it, he realizes he is inside a tent. An extravagantly decorated one. With two towering beams of wood connected by a thin rope, a burning green hoop on a raised pavilion, and a human-sized tomb with blades stuck into it.
And what draws his eyes the most is what is unmistakably the Wheel of Fortune. It stood in the middle of the circus tent. Two times taller than he is.
Then a step clicked near, Elend turned, facing the Source.
Someone masked in a clown mask towers over him, with a height of about three meters. An impossibly slim body, wearing a jacket made to fit such a body. And highly decorated trousers extend all the way to his black boot. In its belt, Elend counted six needle-like blades sheathed.
(Joya Lvl 5000)
Chapter 6 : -Path Of Circus-
