Chapter 93: Ch:93 All in one strike

Belinda’s eyes widened at the sudden crash of their lips. Daniel’s tongue darted instinctively, intertwining with hers in a heated tangle, while his cock stiffened from the raw intensity of the kiss.

“Mmnhh~ Mnh!” she tried to speak, but her words came out muffled against his mouth.

Daniel surged upright, breaking the kiss with abrupt force, then lifted his body free and snapped the thick branch with raw strength.

*SNAP*

Inside her sandwalls, two trees flanked them like silent guardians. They stood and brushed the dust from their dresses, pretending nothing had happened—but deep down, her deepest hunger coiled tighter in her core.

“Lady Belinda, are you alright?” Daniel asked with a neutral expression.

She nodded softly. “Mm…”

Belinda knelt to brush the dust from her green robe, but as she bent down, her gaze caught the unmistakable bulge straining against Daniel’s pants.

’Oh my God… is that what I’m thinking?’ she thought, her eyes locked on his bulge. ’There is no way a cock can be this big, can it?’

Belinda swallowed hard.

*BZZ! BOOM!*

A thunderous blast echoed from outside. Belinda dropped her sandwalls in a rush of crumbling grains, revealing Marco heaving the boss to the ground, while the guard lay nearby—badly injured.

Marco let out a sigh of relief—she was unharmed, and they had managed to escape the vines. Meanwhile, the young shamans were still struggling, trapped in the twisting greenery.

“Belinda, drop your heals on the guard,” Marco barked, striding atop the boss’s back.

Belinda summoned her powers at once, her palm igniting in a green glow. Tree leaves nearby flew to her like iron to a magnet, clinging fast.

Then she pressed her palms together, shaping them into a glowing, mysterious ball.

“Earath florea rejuvena,” she whispered, hurling the glowing ball forward.

It landed perfectly beside the guard, and a green plant sprouted, its gentle glow spreading in a circle as it mended his wounds.

’I don’t know if this attack is going to work or not, but I’m putting everything on this final attack,’ Marco thought, landing squarely on the boss’s head.

“Status,” Daniel murmured.

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Name: Miserath I

Race: Hurth

HP: 31400/60000

Mana: 39800/50000

Description: A creature feared for its tactical attacks and unyielding will to annihilate anything in its path. Its defense increases by 0.1% for every minute it survives.

{ Warning: More than ten unknown entities detected }

{ Buff: Max Health and Mana increased by 100% }

{ Buff: Defence Increased by 2.1% }

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’Yes, we are halfway through,’ Daniel thought, his gaze flicking toward Marco.

“Status,” he whispered under his breath.

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Name: Marco Z Dante

Age: 42

HP: 5980/6000

Mana: 1234/4000

Description: A disciplined yet impulsive person, driven by a passion to teach and a desire to create a lasting legacy.

{ Debuff: Defense and damage reduced by 30% [39m remaining] }

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Marco pressed his palm against the creature’s head for a few tense seconds.

The boss raised its arms, trying to push itself uprigh, but before it could lift its body, Marco unleashed a devastating strike—the very same strike he had once used to shatter the Corrupt Vassal’s core from within.

*BZZZRRTTT—KABOOM!*

Dust settled over the boss’s head, shrouding it completely. Its huge body suddenly stiffened; the raised arms dropped lifelessly to its sides, and its legs trembled from the force of the impact. A powerful shockwave rippled outward through the chamber—so intense that everyone felt it.

*Whooosh*

It was the Fourth Form of Thunder

The vines wrapped around the shamans legs shriveled, detached, and fell away lifelessly. They longed to rush to their Master’s side, but forced themselves to wait patiently for the dust to settle.

“Status,” Daniel whispered, his eyes locked on the dungeon boss.

Nothing appeared.

’Wait… What? We won? Did we really won?’ Daniel thought, disbelief creeping into his mind.

Then, slowly, a figure emerged from the settling dust—it was Marco.

The moment he stepped into view, Daniel activated his Third Eye ability.

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Name: Marco Z Dante

Age: 42

HP: 4980/6000

Mana: 0/4000

Description: A disciplined yet impulsive person, driven by a passion to teach and a desire to create a lasting legacy.

{ Debuff: Defense and damage reduced by 30% [35m remaining] }

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To his surprise, Marco had exhausted every last drop of mana in that attack.

At the far right corner of the chamber, a white holographic mist slowly shimmered into existence—it was the dungeon exit.

“Master did it!” Jerald shouted.

*Rumble*

From the top center of the chamber, glowing stones fell in a rectangular formation and slammed into the ground, revealing a chest resting atop them.

The guard slowly rose to his feet as his injuries were already mended by Belinda’s healing spell.

The shamans stepped toward the center, a shared sense of victory swelling in their chests—as if they, too, had defeated the dungeon boss alongside their Master. At the same time, Belinda and Daniel made their way forward.

Marco reached the chest and waited for the others to join him. The chest was polished wood, reinforced with metal bands and set with faintly glowing green gems.

…

Everyone gathered at the center.

“Master, what form was that you used to defeat the boss?” Bernard asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.

“Yes, Master… I’m eager to know as well,” Zushio added.

But before he could answer, Marco lifted the lid of the chest, revealing the reward within. He reached inside and drew it out—It was a dagger.

The weapon looked simple and well made. Its blade was wide and sharp, with a line down the center. A green gem was set in the guard, and another at the end of the handle.

The handle was wrapped in dark leather. It wasn’t flashy, but it looked strong and dependable.

Suddenly, a bold idea erupted in Marco’s mind.

“Master, can I hold the dagger please,” Molex asked eagerly.

“No,” Marco said, lifting the dagger slightly. “But I will give this blade to the one who masters the Second Form first.”

The shamans were stunned by his words. Some narrowed their eyes in determination, while others felt the spark of a sudden challenge ignite within them.

“The second form? Master?” Zenim said with a confused expression.

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