Another World’s Highest Guild Leader ~I’m the weakest in the guild, but I can’t quit the guild because of the heavy love of all the guild members~ - Chap 75: Preparedness Is the Time of Awakening 2

“…”

“What’s wrong? Lost your bravado now? Hahahaha!”

With a mocking gesture and a click of his neck, Ifrit taunts Crow, who remains motionless.

“S-s-s-s! Hurry up! You said you were going to defeat me! You, the incompetent slowpoke! Hahahaha!”

Sighing, Crow takes a deep breath and then…

“Haahhhh!”

“What!?”

With a shout from the depths of his being, Crow charges toward Ifrit.

“Hahaha! Got some spirit now, huh? Is this your last-ditch effort? Or have you accepted your death? Well then, I’ll end you! Hahahaha!”

The smirking Ifrit reflects in Crow’s eyes, but he can’t afford to be distracted by the taunts.

He must focus on the task ahead, or his feet might freeze in fear.

Channeling magic into his sword, Crow prepares to attack.

“Hahaha! Your attacks are useless!”

Though the invisible barrier deflects his slashes, and any hits that land are quickly healed by the immortal Ifrit, Crow persists, not understanding the mechanism or trigger behind Ifrit’s abilities.

His intellect and power are insufficient, and time is slipping away. Either the situation remains unchanged, or he dies from exhaustion.

But he clings to one certain piece of information:

“To destroy us — the highest-ranked demons — you must defeat all three of us simultaneously.”

He heard these words through the “Denwa,” perhaps a slip due to arrogance or an intended handicap.

This is Crow’s only chance to win. There’s only one thing he must do.

“Haahhhh!”

“Good energy, but useless! Hahaha!”

Crow’s slashes are again deflected, but he is not repelled. He closes the distance, now just a body’s length away from Ifrit.

———Now!

“Haahhhh!!”

Crow swings his sword exaggeratedly, and then…

He feels blood pouring from his mouth, a significant amount.

Ifrit’s fist has pierced his chest.

He struggles to breathe, choking on his blood, overwhelmed by pain.

“Hahahaha! It’s over! You lose!”

Ifrit laughs triumphantly, thinking Crow is finished.

But Crow has a different plan.

“I was waiting for this moment.”

“What?!”

Crow’s sword suddenly impales Ifrit’s body.

A real attack lands on Ifrit for the first time, preventing the wound from healing.

With bloodied teeth clenched, Crow smirks.

“Now… it’s my turn to strike back.”