SSS Awakening: I Can Create Skills By Will-Chapter 69: King Slayer

Yet just as he prepared to continue his charge, A deep sound echoed across the camp.

A guttural roar.

Low.

Heavy.

Intimidating.

The ground trembled slightly as massive footsteps followed, each step carrying weight far beyond the others.

Thoom.

Thoom.

Arthur stopped.

The goblins around him suddenly grew quiet, their fear shifting into something closer to relief.

Something powerful was approaching.

Arthur slowly turned toward the direction of the sound, a sharp grin forming on his face.

"...Now that," he said softly, "sounds interesting."

The air grew heavier.

The battle had just changed.

Arthur felt it before he fully saw it.

The distortion in the mana was heavy. Dense. Pressing against his senses like a weight. Even without looking, he already knew this one was different.

Not a normal goblin.

Something stronger.

Something that ruled.

The creature stepped forward slowly, and the ground seemed to respond to its weight.

Thoom... Thoom...

The other goblins moved aside on instinct, clearing a path for it. Their earlier panic disappeared, replaced with confidence as they watched their champion approach.

Arthur stood still, watching.

"So... you want a showdown," he murmured.

A wicked smirk stretched across his face.

He could already feel the human explorers getting closer from behind. Their distortion was steady and approaching. Time wasn’t on his side.

And now this thing showed up.

He exhaled slowly.

"Then let’s not waste time."

The creature finally stepped into clear view.

It towered over the other goblins, easily twice their size. Its body was thick with layered muscle, its skin darker and tougher, almost like hardened stone. Jagged scars crossed its torso. Two curved tusks jutted from its lower jaw, and its eyes burned with savage intelligence.

A heavy iron club rested on its shoulder, stained black from old blood.

The air around it twisted with violent mana.

A hobgoblin.

A true boss of this camp.

It roared.

"GRAAAAAHH!"

The sound shook the air, raw and violent, meant to intimidate, meant to crush the spirit of anything standing before it.

But Arthur just stared then yawned.

"...Too loud."

The hobgoblin charged.

And Arthur vanished.

Intent Step.

One moment he stood before it, the next he appeared high above its head, body suspended in midair.

The hobgoblin looked up too late.

Manifest Intent exploded downward like a crushing force.

BOOM!

The creature raised its arms to block, instinctively protecting its head. The pressure forced it backward, its balance shaken.

But Arthur was already gone.

Intent Step again.

As he reappeared beside the monster’s left knee, right at the joint.

And activated Execution Intent.

His dagger struck with precise focus, slipping past the thick skin and driving into the vulnerable point behind the joint.

SHK!

A deep, wet sound echoed.

Dark blood burst out.

The hobgoblin roared in pain.

Arthur didn’t stop.

Manifest Intent slammed directly into the wounded joint, sending violent pressure into the damaged area.

CRACK!

The leg buckled.

And the massive creature dropped to one knee.

Arthur moved like a storm, never giving it space to breathe.

Every action chained perfectly into the next.

The hobgoblin swung its club wildly, but Arthur was already elsewhere. Its massive weapon smashed the ground instead.

BOOOOM!

As stone shattered and dust exploded outward.

Arthur appeared behind it, slashing across its back, then vanished again before its counterattack.

He wasn’t fighting its strength.

He was dismantling it.

Piece by piece.

But the creature was still a boss.

With a furious roar, the hobgoblin slammed its club into the ground and released a violent surge of mana.

A crude but powerful skill.

A shockwave burst outward in a circular blast, tearing through the ground and throwing debris into the air.

BAAAAAAM!

The surrounding goblins were caught instantly, their bodies crushed or thrown away like broken dolls.

Arthur stepped lightly outside the blast zone, watching.

"Is that your last card?"

The hobgoblin roared again, eyes burning with rage, blood pouring from its ruined knee as it forced itself upright.

Even wounded, it tried to fight.

Arthur tilted his head slightly.

"...Not bad."

Then he walked forward.

A heavy pressure spread from him.

Sovereign’s Domain.

The air thickened. And the ground seemed heavier.

Every goblin nearby trembled under the invisible weight. Their movements slowed, their instincts screaming danger.

Even the hobgoblin froze.

Its massive body shook as the pressure forced it back down onto its injured knee.

Arthur walked toward it calmly.

Step by step.

No hurry.

No fear.

Just certainty.

He studied the creature briefly.

It was strong, but not enough.

Dangerous, but not to him.

It wasn’t even close to the level of the Great Skeleton Knight he had once fought.

Arthur shook his head slightly.

"There’s no point comparing the weak."

His voice was calm, almost bored.

The hobgoblin tried to rise again, roaring in defiance, but the pressure only grew heavier.

Arthur stood before it.

The difference between them was absolute.

He disappeared.

Intent Step activated once more.

As Arthur appeared directly in front of the creature’s face.

Its eyes widened.

Too late.

Execution Intent gathered into his blade, sharp and absolute. His dagger moved in a clean arc, slicing across its throat with perfect precision.

SHKK!

Blood erupted like a fountain.

The hobgoblin choked, clutching its neck, but Arthur wasn’t done.

He stepped to the side, drove his blade deep into its chest, and twisted.

CRUNCH.

Ribs snapped.

The creature convulsed.

Arthur pulled the blade free and kicked its massive body backward.

It crashed onto the ground.

THOOOM.

And silence followed.

The remaining goblins froze.

They had watched their king fall in seconds.

Fear consumed them.

Arthur looked down at the struggling hobgoblin, still barely alive, its breathing ragged, its strength fading.

He crouched beside it.

"You should have stayed quiet."

His voice was soft.

Almost gentle.

Then his dagger pierced straight through its skull.

THUD.

The body went still.

For a moment, the entire camp was silent.

Arthur stood slowly.

Blood dripped from his blade. His clothes were stained. His eyes were calm, steady, unshaken.

The remaining goblins began to retreat in terror.

But he didn’t chase them.

The fight was already over.