The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick

Demon hunters are inherently adept at countering mages.

As a niche choice within the assassin branch, demon hunters primarily target demons with high health and defense.

To combat demons, their attacks naturally carry an additional armor-piercing attribute.

Moreover, fighting against mages grants demon hunters an extra ten percent damage bonus.

Therefore, for an average mage, engaging with a demon hunter is far from wise.

However...

Several demon hunters gripped their silver blades tightly, and with a light step, a gust of wind arose, making their figures disappear completely.

Those red silhouettes crouched on the surrounding stone walls, their eyes under the masks fixed intently on Viktor.

The silver blades in their hands began to spin, slicing through the air, creating fissures all around Viktor.

It was like countless cages without restraints, unfolding around him.

Two red cloaks turned into afterimages, passing through the air chains, squeezing into the narrow space, and crawling towards Viktor.

One of them swung a kick aimed at Viktor's ankle.

The other, in coordination, leaped high, brandishing a cold gleaming blade towards Viktor's head.

Yet Viktor remained unperturbed. As the cold gleam neared his face, he waved his left hand, and the wind blade on his forearm effortlessly split the incoming silver blade in two.

The sweeping kick from below seemed excruciatingly slow to Viktor.

His pupils slightly contracted as the leg appeared beneath him,

Viktor swiftly lifted his leg and stomped down hard.

A hard sensation met his foot, followed by a light exertion, and the sound of shattering reached his ears.

With a twist of his heel, the unfortunate demon hunter's foot was flipped over.

"Ah!"

A piercing, wretched scream instantly filled the cave, echoing continuously.

Kevla felt her heart skip a beat at the sound.

A demon hunter suspended in mid-air watched his silver blade being split in two, his heart sinking.

But when he looked forward again, a shadow rushed towards his face.

Bang!

The intense impact transmitted through his twisted muscles, his whole body slamming into the rock wall, his jaw losing all sensation and hanging limply.

Of course, these injuries, for demon hunters with excellent recovery speed, were merely superficial wounds.

In no time, they would recover.

However, the instant downfall of two demon hunters made the others leaning against the rock wall swallow nervously.

Their silver blades seemed to tremble, their expressions turning extremely grave.

Simultaneously, the air that had been torn apart gradually returned to calm.

"Is Viktor Kravina really a mage?"

"I've never seen such a troublesome mage."

"Have you ever seen a mage who fights in close combat?"

Viktor's gaze slowly fell upon them.

Above the demon hunters perched on the rock wall, their respective levels gradually appeared.

All above level thirty.

Third-tier demon hunters.

To find out if he was possessed by a demon, Kevla truly went to great lengths.

Demon hunters are rare to begin with, and finding a few third-tier demon hunters within the capital is already difficult.

And now, to test him, she actually brought so many people.

Viktor's gaze fell on the two demon hunters who were no longer able to fight.

What a pity.

Better to show some mercy.

The remaining demon hunters exchanged glances, swinging several meteor hammers from their waists.

The massive impact pierced the space, and even Viktor caught a whiff of danger.

He turned his body, stepping on the demon hunter beneath him who was howling in pain, retreating backward.

The rapidly advancing meteor hammers slammed into the surroundings, sending a shower of sand and stones.

The demon hunter beneath his feet was also kicked up by him, swiftly thrown into the distance.

"Such a nuisance."

Viktor's gaze fixed ahead, his mind exceptionally clear.

In the next second, perhaps those demon hunters would emerge from the dust.

As if confirming his thoughts, several demon hunters swung their meteor hammers, leaning forward, breaking through the dust, and charging at Viktor.

Seeing those demon hunters behaving like brutes, Viktor merely chuckled softly.

Wind began to swirl around him, and the sand and stones gradually froze in time, everything around him seemingly slowed down.

Or perhaps, it was Viktor's movements that became too fast.

In the blink of an eye, the black windbreaker swiftly passed through several demon hunters, the wind blade in his hand slowly slicing through the air.

Whoosh!

The high-speed wind swept up, the sand constantly striking the rock wall.

The demon hunters were stunned.

Their target had vanished before their eyes!?

"Be...behind us!"

A demon hunter cried out in shock, and everyone turned to see Viktor standing behind them.

His windbreaker fluttering continuously.

Viktor flicked his forearm, countless wind marks exploding in an instant.

In a flash, the marks that had been grazing their clothes seemed to activate.

With the wind marks, their cloaks were completely torn to shreds.

Even the black chainmail beneath the cloaks was entirely severed.

Yet, despite this, not a single wound was left on their bodies.

At this moment, they stood there dumbfounded.

What was that speed just now?

Could it be magic?

In the blink of an eye, the wind blade on Viktor's forearm dissipated into invisible wind currents.

He slowly turned back, his gaze on the demon hunters with their tattered clothing, his voice calmly resonating:

"Have you not realized the gap between us yet?"

Of course, he hadn't used magic; everything he did was merely the passive enhancement of the Wind Calamity.

Just like Guledon's damage boost and Druja's stamina and recovery enhancement.

The Wind Calamity—corresponding to extreme speed.

This speed may not be significantly noticeable for a mage, but if placed on any melee unit...

Speed is unbeatable.

Viktor had wanted to experience the new power the Wind Calamity granted him, which is why he agreed to play this little trial with Kevla.

Seeing Viktor's composed demeanor, effortlessly handling dozens of demon hunters.

They couldn't help but take a few steps back,

Their armor was rendered useless, and the tower of confidence in their hearts naturally crumbled.

After all, the man before them was clearly a mage.

Yet he crushed them effortlessly with mere close combat and speed they couldn't comprehend.

Moreover...

They truly couldn't tell if Viktor was a demon!@@novelbin@@

Demon hunters and demons are like water and fire, and when facing demons, their instincts make it hard to remain rational.

Thus, when fighting demons, demon hunters inadvertently fall into a berserk state.

Therefore, confirming whether someone is possessed by a demon is simple for demon hunters.

The power of a demon cannot be hidden; once in battle, it will inevitably be sensed by demon hunters.

However, during the fight with Viktor, they felt none of that.

In conclusion, even if they wanted to fight...

They lacked the motivation.

Because demon hunters won't attack anyone other than demons.

So... they simply gave up.

"No more, no more."

"Fighting is one thing, but tearing clothes?"

"Lord Kevla, be honest, he's not a demon, is he..."

Kevla stood aside, clutching two silver daggers tightly.

Earlier, she hadn't stepped forward, wanting to observe Viktor's battle in advance.

Kevla knew Viktor would win, but she didn't expect him to win so easily.

He was supposed to be a mage.

Kevla shook her head, dismissing further thoughts.

She raised one arm, the dagger aimed straight at Viktor.

"Now, it's my turn."

With those words, Kevla's back foot pressed against the ground.

In almost an instant, her legs, like a cheetah, suddenly exerted force.

Taut muscles released all their power in a moment.

Like an arrow from a bowstring, she charged at Viktor with astonishing speed.

In the blink of an eye, the silver gleam had already streaked through the air.

However, in Viktor's eyes, Kevla's movements seemed only slightly swift.

He slightly sidestepped, and the two gleams passed by him, not even grazing his cheek.

Kevla's steps halted abruptly, immediately changing direction, the cold gleam once again stabbing towards Viktor's waist.

Viktor, with his hands in his pockets, moved gracefully like the wind, the pale white glow flickering incessantly on his windbreaker.

It was as if an invisible force controlled Viktor, allowing him to swiftly maneuver and evade Kevla's attacks. His speed was astonishing, like a breathtaking storm.

The demon hunters, whose armor was already completely broken, stood there in awe, watching Kevla's fierce assault, exclaiming in admiration:

"As expected of Lord Kevla!"

"What incredible speed! Is this a fourth-tier demon hunter?"

"To think she can fight that monster for so long!?"

Though in their eyes, Viktor remained the more terrifying one.

Kevla moved like lightning, leaping lightly, her two daggers in hand flying towards Viktor like bolts of lightning.

Viktor sidestepped and deftly avoided the attack.

Surprisingly, the two silver blades suddenly reversed in mid-air.

Kevla seized the moment, a gust rising at her feet, like a stream of light, she charged at Viktor.

But Viktor merely leaned back, dodging the returning daggers, quickly straightening up, and grabbing Kevla's wrist that appeared before him.

Kevla was momentarily stunned but somewhat delighted.

A good opportunity!

What she wanted most was to touch Viktor's body, and now, he presented himself to her.

Her other free hand grabbed the swiftly flying dagger, quickly stabbing towards Viktor's chest.

But at that moment, Viktor's other hand also grabbed her other wrist.

Kevla was dumbfounded; this position left both of them without means of attack.

Moreover, at this rate, she was about to fall into Viktor's embrace.

But soon, Viktor demonstrated what wrestling was.

He grasped Kevla's wrists, turned around, and hoisted her body onto his back.

Then, leaning forward, he exerted force with his arms.

Boom—!!!

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