Not to mention a puny human?

Then, how did he break through?

Rakshasa's eyesight was very good. He quickly noticed that although Klein appeared to be riddled with injuries, he hadn't injured the most important parts of his body.

Therefore, he didn't say much about the loss of his combat strength.

However, this piqued Rakshasa's curiosity.

The spell he was about to cast instantly stopped.

Why?

Because he suddenly remembered something.

It seemed to explain the current situation.

Back when the Stone of Destruction was fighting Klein, the situation was even worse than it was now.

This human had withstood the Stone of Destruction's powerful skill, Body of Destruction.

Not only that, he had even withstood more than a dozen punches in a row.

Under normal circumstances, a single punch to an ordinary tier 8 would be enough to kill them, much less a dozen punches.

After all, this was the most powerful attack of the Stone of Destruction's race.

It was a killing move that this race had accumulated over millions of years.

If not for this power, how could this race have such a high status in the catacombs world that had so many experts?

They would have long been beaten to death.

But even under such circumstances, the human still didn't die.

Furthermore, after enduring dozens of punches, he still didn't die.

If this were to be revealed, no one would believe it, right?

But the situation had happened just like that.

Then, why?

Rakshasa frowned and suddenly looked at the bottles under Klein.

'Could it be that?'

Sensing the rich aura of life within, Rakshasa was certain that it was a recovery potion.

'This recovery potion is very powerful, at least at the epic level.'

'However, why am I so familiar with this smell? It's as though I've seen it somewhere before.'

Rakshasa sniffed carefully again and finally had an epiphany.

'This is Remy's Assistance? Hiss, no wonder, no wonder.'

'Remy's Assistance is a potion made by a pharmacist called Remy. This potion has an extremely powerful recovery effect and can recover up to 30% of one's HP and magic. It's equivalent to a life-saving potion on the battlefield.'

'As for why I can't remember, it's because this potion is very rare. Remy, who made the potion, suddenly disappeared when he was hundreds of thousands of years old. He also didn't leave behind any blueprints for making the potion. This caused the potion to be out of print.'

'Therefore, Remy's Assistance on the market now is one less bottle per bottle, and only the truly strong can have them. Compared to the weak, they recover more lives and magic, and they can easily control the battlefield.'

'I have two bottles of these potions myself, but they are too precious, and I haven't used them until now. But the human in front of me?'

Rakshasa narrowed his eyes and looked at the pile of bottles not far away.

If he wasn't mistaken, there were at least ten bottles here.

Moreover, the aura of each bottle was the same, and they were all Remy's Assistance.

If that was the case...? The human in front of him had drunk so much Remy's Assistance in order to break through his blockade?

Thinking of this, Rakshasa couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

He could not help but say, "What a waste!"

Rakshasa was envious.

If this was given to him?

How much help could it provide?

Putting aside HP, the recovery of magic was something even more important to a mage than their life!

A mage without magic was weaker than a tier 7 warrior.

However, a mage with magic would be stronger than three or four tier 9 warriors as long as they did not get close to them.

Furthermore, they were more adept at dealing with large-scale enemies.

In other words, warriors were Tomahawks and missiles, while mages were nuclear weapons!

The difference between the two was incomparable.

With this in mind, Rakshasa's eyes turned red.

He looked at Klein with burning eyes.

"Human, hand over Remy's Assistance! I'll spare your life."

The sharp voice stunned Klein.

When he saw that it was Rakshasa, he immediately frowned.

He thought to himself, 'This monster seems to know about Remy's Assistance?'

'Is this thing very precious?'

Klein looked at his backpack. There were more than a hundred of them lying inside.

When he had killed the Poison Dragon, it had dropped 150 bottles of Remy's Assistance.

With such a large amount, Klein naturally wouldn't be tiptoeing around it.

After all, only consumption could reflect its value.

Furthermore, Klein knew very well that since it could be dropped while fighting demon beasts, there would be many opportunities to obtain Remy's Assistance in the future. Therefore, he didn't care about the consumption.

If Rakshasa and the others knew that Klein had such thoughts, they would probably have joined forces long ago.

It was simply too Versailles.

We don't dare to drink anything that can save our lives until the very last moment. Even if we drink it, we can only carefully lick the bottle cap. Yet, you're so extravagant. You're deliberately flaunting your wealth in front of us!

What a good trick.

...

At this moment, Klein noticed that Rakshasa didn't show any signs of casting any magic, so he increased his speed.

He arrived in front of Rakshasa in an instant.

And soon, the Vacuum Strike arrived.

A double pincer attack, one from the left and one from the right, surrounded Rakshasa.

Although Rakshasa wanted Klein's Remy's Assistance, he knew that Klein would never give him such assistance. Therefore, he quickly reacted.

His faint eyes glanced at the Vacuum Strike beside him.

He raised his left hand, and the magic disc in his hand spun rapidly, blocking the Vacuum Strike.

Boom--

The two collided with an explosive sound.

But how could the Vacuum Strike be such a simple spell?

One had to know that the Poison Dragon's body couldn't withstand it back then, so its power was naturally not simple.

Therefore, the Vacuum Strike exerted its strength once again, instantly cutting a small hole in the disc in Rakshasa's hand.

After the hole appeared, Rakshasa frowned. Before he could react, the hole became bigger and bigger under the impact of the Vacuum Strike. In a short while, numerous cracks appeared on the smooth disk. It was like a spider's web.

The disk could not withstand the power of the Vacuum Strike very well.

As a result, a lot of blade energy spread out along the cracks, continuously cutting Rakshasa's skin.

However, Rakshasa's skin was too tight.

It looked like dried tree bark. There were no signs of flesh or blood. The only thing that was exposed was bones.

Rakshasa was not simple. The compass was just one of its tricks.

Now that it was close to breaking, Rakshasa was not the least bit anxious.

He only glanced at it indifferently. The magic in his hand rolled. Not long after, the broken disk changed from its original white to black.

After the black appeared, the broken parts were instantly repaired.

After the repair was completed, Rakshasa's hand twisted on the disc, and a huge black fog appeared on the spot where the Vacuum Strike was coming from.

This black fog was very strange.

From afar, it looked as smooth as chocolate sauce.

The way it flowed in the air was like pitch-black but extremely delicate fabrics.

The Vacuum Strike didn't care about that as it continued to strike fiercely.

Where the two intersected, a powerful pressure constantly erupted.

However, the black fog didn't seem to mind as it allowed the Vacuum Strike to strike.

But as the impact of the Vacuum Strike grew stronger, the black fog actually began to erode the Vacuum Strike bit by bit.

In a few seconds, a lot of the black fog had spread to the Vacuum Strike.

Klein took a glance at the Vacuum Strike.

He frowned as he didn't know what Rakshasa was trying to do.

However, he knew very well that the black fog was likely to have a devouring effect, if he didn't control the Vacuum Strike, it might only end up being absorbed.

Although this bit of energy was nothing to Klein, he couldn't give away any advantage at a critical moment.

Especially now, when he was in close combat. Once Rakshasa freed up his hands, he might use some strange magic. At that time, he would have to put in some effort to get close.

'Since that was the case, I'll let the Vacuum Strike use its remaining heat.'

With this in mind, Klein decisively detonated the Vacuum Strike.

At that moment, half of the Vacuum Strike had been absorbed by the black fog.

The impact was greatly reduced.

Rakshasa felt the impact in the black fog and the weakening of the Vacuum Strike.

It knew that it was only a matter of time before it died, so he no longer paid attention to it and allowed the black fog to devour it.

However, not long after he retracted his gaze, Klein controlled the Vacuum Strike to explode.

The terrifying explosion instantly blew apart the black fog that covered it.

The power of the Vacuum Strike was even stronger than the saber beam from before.

The only difference was that the saber beam from before wasn't completely under Klein's control.

There was a high possibility of an elemental explosion every time he attacked.

It was just a matter of time.

But the Vacuum Strike was different now.

As it was an inherent spell of the catacombs world, it was very stable and Klein could completely control it.

In addition, its power was stronger than the saber beam, so after the explosion, the power was even more terrifying.

Rumble--

At that moment, a terrifying explosion appeared in Rakshasa's hand.

The terrifying explosion instantly devoured Rakshasa's entire body.

From afar, Rakshasa's entire body seemed to be surrounded by a gigantic mushroom cloud.

When the people in the distance saw this scene, they were instantly stunned.

"This is?"

"God Klein succeeded?"

"That's great. No matter how strong Rakshasa is, it won't be able to withstand such a terrifying explosion."

"It was really too close! Klein is invincible."

"Holy shit, that guy was too careless."