Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 220 - 183: Golden Lion, quickly use the Wangba Fist!_2

Chapter 220: Chapter 183: Golden Lion, quickly use the Wangba Fist!_2

To be precise, the Blast Scale Dragon was conserving its strength; the individual within the Sain Dungeon is a bit weaker than the Golden Lion. Continuing the fight would not benefit it—it was better to make an early escape.

It left in a rather decisive manner, but what did it leave behind?

It left behind a Super Saiyan Monkey, with its passionate eagerness for battle fully stimulated, encircled by electric currents. At this moment, the only way it could vent its anger was through combat.

And the only creature on the scene capable of trading blows with it was...

"Boom!"

"Roar!"

Its fists hardened and smashed down on Dal with a force that could split mountains and stir up clouds of dust, able to send someone flying with a single punch.

"Damn it!"

Dal couldn’t help but curse; luckily, he was prepared and just barely dodged the attack by a hair’s breadth.

He drew his weapon in sync and landed a sword cut on the Golden Lion’s unproportionately small lower body compared to its upper half, inflicting damage. This was the consequence of skipping leg day!

The Golden Lion turned and swung its fists, pushing Dal back. His face was not looking good at this point.

Although he managed to deal damage to the monster, the wounds were too shallow. For the Golden Lion, it felt merely like a human finger nicked by a blade.

Attacks only causing minor damage can be frustrating; the last time he felt this way was during a battle with the Fran Undead Team.

Dal quickly regained his focus: the Golden Lion in front of him was the boss of the Forest Area!

With one hundred percent concentration, Dal lifted his sword to meet the roaring Golden Lion charging at him. Just as their attacks were about to clash, Dal suddenly accelerated, blinking to the Golden Lion’s rear and delivering a full-force strike right behind its knee!

The Golden Lion cried out in pain; its fists slammed heavily onto the ground, and the exploding electric light flung Dal away.

"Effective." Dal smirked, exploiting a brief moment when they were about to hit each other—he triggered Wolf Blood, relying on the boosted speed to dodge the Golden Lion’s attack and score a slash. This deceptive tactic was truly effective!

Unfortunately, it could only be used once. After the Golden Lion recognized the increase in speed, it quickly adapted to the high velocity, its heavy fists relentlessly targeting Dal, forcing him into an awkward evasion.

Even brief engagement made it clear to Dal that he simply could not defeat his opponent single-handedly—after all, this was a boss!

All he could do, before potentially dying in battle, was to familiarize himself with the Golden Lion’s moves.

"Thud!"

Just then, the Golden Lion’s punch suddenly sped up, and Dal, caught off guard, took a direct hit to the chest!

"Ergh—"

He was instantly sent flying, crashing into a tree; blood trailed down with the leaves, pooling on the ground.

Dal’s eyes widened; to his surprise... he hadn’t lost his ability to fight!

His bones were broken, his organs churned wildly, but after enduring that punch, he was still able to stand up.

Strange, when battling the Undead Team, I’d normally be knocked out and lose the ability to fight after an attack.

In an instant, he understood why—because the Undead Team used swords, and a sword could dismember, whereas fists were less likely to cause dismemberment unless there was a significant difference in values, leading to death from a single punch.

It was like the protagonist of a hot-blooded manga; as long as he didn’t lose limbs or suffer obvious, severe damage, he could stand back up even after a brutal beating, driven by indomitable will.

Clearly, although Dal’s strength was not on par with the Golden Lion’s, he wouldn’t be killed by a single punch—he could take quite a few!

Therein lies the margin for error.

Amidst his excitement, with the fighting spirit surging, he took the initiative, enticing the Golden Lion. Drawing upon Fran Swordsmanship, he moved tirelessly, narrowly evading attacks at the edge of their reach.

The situation now was like fighting Doslepo—Fran Undead Team’s street dance style was very suitable for battling colossal creatures, offering an advantage in body movement even against the Golden Lion.

In a life-and-death struggle, Dal remained collected, dodging methodically and never resorting to the last segment of Fran Swordsmanship.

What to say, while he looked stylish and flashy in battle, the actual damage he inflicted on the Golden Lion was very minimal.

Just as he felt a surge of confidence, he displaced to a position beside and slightly in front of the Golden Lion.

From here, he could target the creature’s arm for some offense. Perhaps it was risky, but as long as he—

"Danger!"

The Golden Lion swatted a paw over, and as Dal dodged, he struck the opponent’s hand with the swipe. The Fran Greatsword trembled continuously; this was still too hard.

Dal sighed and planned to continue attacking the Golden Lion’s lower half, but a sudden ominous premonition appeared, and he abruptly looked up.

The Golden Lion swung a fist, but this time the attack was worlds apart from the previous ones!

In just an instant, in a timeframe too brief for anyone to react, the fist was right in front of Dal.

With no pattern or grace, the fists swung both fast and harsh—it took no more than a moment of inattention for him to be swept up in the assault!

At this moment, Dal finally understood why the Sword Saint Jia Pael was beaten by this creature.

This set of Wangba Fist was instantaneous!

At this critical juncture, he actively activated Artorias’s [Wolf Ring]!

He thought that if he could increase his resistance, he might endure this wave of attacks and seize another opportunity to counterattack.

"Argh!"

Dal’s scream abruptly ceased.

...

At the Fire Transmission Ceremony, Dal sat silently next to the bonfire, replaying the recent battle in his mind.

"I lost solely because of the Wangba Fist, if only I could dodge that, I could carry on for much longer!"

The Wolf Ring indeed increased his resistance, but the consequence was... he got smacked with the full force of the damage.

After a mental struggle, he finally made a tough decision.

To challenge the Golden Lion again!

The fight broke out swiftly, this time he definitely would not stand in front of the Golden Lion!

And so, he changed positions, moving to the side—surely he wouldn’t be hit by the Wangba Fist now, right?

"Roar!" The Golden Lion sidestepped bringing its ugly face right in front of Dal’s, as if to say, "What are you looking at?"

Before Dal could react, a successive wave of Wangba Fist had already sent him back to the bonfire.

"Again!"

This time he learned his lesson and dodged behind the Golden Lion’s rear—surely it couldn’t possibly—

Golden Lion: Backhanded scoop! Wangba Fist!

"...Again!"

I stand to your back side; now you’ve got no way to get me!

Dal watched, eyes wide, as the Golden Lion leapt backward, landing behind him.

Numbed, he turned around only to see the Golden Lion’s fists already coiled back, ready to unleash the obvious next move.

Dal took a deep breath and raised his middle finger at it.

What came back at him was still the unstoppable Wang! Ba! Fist!

Again!

...

Forget it, better not.

Having rested for a while by the bonfire, Dal’s equipment was ruined except for the Fran Greatsword. He eventually walked out donning tattered clothes, his expression utterly defeated.

Fortunately, the Image Stone had been placed at the Fire Transmission Ceremony before his second challenge against the Golden Lion, preserving valuable data.

Firstly, a trip home to rest, then to deliver the Image Stone to the Guild, as a way of giving back for the Guild’s support.

Just as he was returning to the farm, a member of the Fran Guard ran over.

"Big Brother Dal, guards from the Bed Family came by just now; the Earl wishes to see you!"

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