I Picked the Useless Class… Turns Out It's the Most Broken in the Game-Chapter 46: A Ranker.

Leon sensed it at the last moment and moved his head to the right. He narrowly dodged the arrow, still, it brushed his hair slightly.

His senses got alerted, and he took a few steps back. As soon as he moved a bit back, multiple arrows came landing towards the spot where he had been standing just a second ago.

He drifted his gaze towards the direction from which the arrows were coming, but the location of them was changing with each hit.

His gaze followed the arrows down, dodging each one of them precisely.

’I can’t continue this any longer.’

Before he could react, a man with a boulder-like physique stepped forward. He wore armor that looked twice his own weight, his massive muscles bulging beneath it, a giant mace resting casually on his shoulder.

A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a sword of dark mana appeared in his hand as he took his stance.

Leon’s voice came out firm. "Who are you?" He asked.

The man smirked at him, lowering his mace as he touched the head of it on the ground. "I’m Orrix from Oblivion Guild." He said, looking straight into the eyes of Leon.

’So, he’s also a player? I don’t think that he’s anything less than a ranker.’ Leon’s eyes remained fixed on him, and his grip on the sword tightened.

’Draviel,’

The space beside him cracked open, and dark mana was erupting through it violently as massive shockwaves rippled outwards.

Draviel emerged from the rupture, his presence was crushing the surroundings.

He folded his arms as he looked at Leon. His voice came deep. "As promised, I’ll help you in your battles from now on." He said, turning his gaze towards the man who had just appeared.

That man’s voice came out loud, and a wicked grin formed on his face. "Is that some kind of cheap trick? And who’s that man with pale skin over there?" He said, his tone had a sense of mockery buried inside of it.

Leon’s eyes looked down at him with an emotionless look, his head tilted slightly, like a predator who’s wondering whether its prey was even worth killing.

The silence in his gaze carried more weight than words, and when he finally spoke, Orrix’s heart took a fatal blow.

A vein popped out from Orrix’s forehead, and his face started to turn red as he felt ashamed by the words of Leon.

He lifted his mace as he stomped it on the ground once, and then dashed forward towards Leon.

Draviel’s voice came out deep, eyes of his eyes were fixed on Orrix. "You want me to deal with that insect?" He asked.

Leon shook his head slightly, grip tightened even more. "I’ll deal with him myself," He took a small pause.

And then continued. "I want you to deal with that sneaky bastard." He said.

The moment he finished his words, an arrow came flying right towards him, and he lowered his head slightly.

His hand moved in a precise motion, cutting the arrow in two from the middle.

Draviel didn’t say anything after that, he simply vanished into thin air.

Leon’s gaze shifted back at Orrix, who was coming straight towards him.

He also dashed forward, using the trees that were next to him.

His knees locked up slightly, gathered all the strength through his muscles, and jumped up towards Orrix’s head.

Orrix swung his mace in a huge arc towards Leon, a smirk crept up on his lips as he said. "You think you could win with something like this?" He said, his tone was filled with mockery.

Both weapons collided, and small sparks were created by the impact.

Leon got sent flying towards a tree and crashed into it. His back hit the tree’s trunk, and then he fell on the ground, powerless.

He opened one of his eyes, looking at the front towards Orrix, who was walking towards him, his steps were steady.

’Fuck... he outpowers me in terms of strength.’

He gathered his strength and pushed himself back up on his two feet.

Grabbing the sword with both of his hands now, his grip on the hilt was tight.

"That is it, weak shit," Orrix said as he lifted his mace in the air. He was about to stomp it on Leon’s head.

But his body didn’t listen to him, his hand didn’t move from one place, as if it got stuck.

He used his strength to get his hand down, but he failed. "W-what’s happening to me right now?" He muttered under his breath.

His gaze shifted towards his hand, and he noticed that a bunch of shadows were binding his hand in one place.

He turned his eyes towards Leon once again, and his voice came out loud, almost a shout. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!" He said.

He accumulated the strength of his body in his hand and pulled it.

The shadows that were gathering around his hand disappeared, and he broke free.

"That was a nice trick, weak shit." He said, looking at Leon.

A smirk curled up on Leon’s face as he dashed forward towards Orrix.

Orrix lifted his mace and swung it in a huge arc towards Leon.

But Leon dodged it by lowering his body, then he slid through the mace and reached next to his feet.

He slashed the tendons of his heel bone.

Orrix’s eyes widened as a loud, sharp groan left his mouth. "AHHH!! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!"

He stomped his mace towards Leon, but Leon had moved from there a while ago.

Orrix’s veins were popping out through his neck and forehead, looked like they could burst any moment.

From behind, Leon’s voice came. "You should not get that angry, you might get life-threatening issues."

Before Orrix could think of doing anything, his right leg gave out. He fell on his right knee, getting support from only one knee.

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