"DING!"

"Dungeon Battle Invitation from Player Marvin Blake!"

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"Do you want to accept or decline?" The dungeon Spirit notified and these familiar words rang in the ears of our bored gamer.

"Accept." Same as the last time, Clark was not at all afraid to face the challenge.

He was instead smiling in anticipation at how he would destroy Marvin from head to foot.

'SIGH!'

'It would have been so satisfying to slaughter a young wicked man out from the face of this world.'

Our good gamer mused before he was whisked away by the irresistible force of the Dungeon Spirit. From his base North Pole Territory, Clark was summoned to parts unknown.

"Welcome back to Paradise Mountain, Player Clark Colter! Please enjoy your stay in the dungeon." A voice announced the successful entry of our bored gamer.

"That took you long enough to accept."

"Are you finally ready to die now?" Marvin asked with clear impatience. The two of them were standing above ground. Atop white puffy clouds to be exact.

The view in here was spectacular to say the least. How could our bored gamer waste this opportunity to appreciate the beauty around them?

He ignored Marvin's words and took a deep breath to own this great experience into memory.

Magnificent scenery like this one helped him forget all the bleak and painful recollection of trillions and trillions of years in bondage.

One should know that the torture that our avid gamer had gone through was not set on places of grandeur. Far from that in fact.

And so Clark took this chance to live life in the present moment and be grateful for what he has been given. And more than that, what he worked his heart for in order to get here.

"Should we do this or not?"

"Don't tell me that you chickened out right now, you spineless jerk!" Marvin provoked with the plain intention of goading our very own protagonist into action.

"Okay then. Since you seem so excited to taste a good beating, choose a place so that we can finally begin."

Clark said and it was obvious that he was not pleased that he had been disturbed from his happy place. Marvin would most probably have many nightmares after tonight.

"I've been waiting for you to say that." Marvin grinned and there was an expression of extreme excitement on his face. He was not a fool to follow the same footsteps of the stupid Luis.

This was why Marvin had chosen something that he was very much familiar with.

"Take us to Frozen Tunnel." Marvin said no one in particular.

"Dungeon Battle Setting: Frozen Tunnel. Do you want to accept or decline?" A personal notification echoed in the ears of our bored gamer.

In response, Clark merely nodded and smiled towards the 21 year old man who will have one of the most unforgettable experiences in his young life soon. And it was not going to be pretty at all.

"Do you want the battle to stream live or offline?" The Dungeon Spirit asked.

"Live! We shall do it live for everyone to see of course!" Marvin answered with confidence. He could not wait for when the battle would finally start.

On the other hand, Clark merely smirked after the young man's decision.

"Dungeon Battle Initializing in...

5

4

3

2

1..." The Dungeon Spirit issued a countdown and then it was finally here.

"FLASH!" A change of scenery happened once more. Clark and Marvin were transported in the biting cold surface of the Frozen Tunnels.

There was nothing but icy white as far as the eyes could see. Even the ceiling overhead was composed of gigantic crust of ice that hindered no escape from this chilling lifeless tomb.

What was quite obvious in here was how barren and simple everything was. No tricks and slumbering ghosts like the last time.

"Player Clark Colter (lvl 10) vs Player Marvin Blake (level 31)"

"You're dead meat, fucker!" Marvin growled like a wounded animal and waited no reply from our bored gamer.

It could be seen from this fact alone on how overly eager he was to put Clark in his place. Right beneath his feet in a pool of blood and gasping for air and dear life.

"Titanium Long Rifle!" Marvin had a murderous look on his face as a silver colored sniper rifle materialized on his hands. He was of the Gunner Class who specialized in long distance murder.

He did not even have to crouch and just steadied himself in a standing position with his favorite weapon on hand.

A breath later and Marvin was already peeking at the handsome head of our bored gamer within his cross hairs. With a trigger in hand, he could have easily shot and killed his target.

But alas, Marvin wanted to play with his victim before the eventual finish in the end. He lowered his aim and pin pointed at one of our avid gamer's thighs instead.

"Kneel to me, Clark Colter." Marvin gritted his teeth and was about to pull the trigger.

"WAIT!" A loud voice broke the silence in the place.

"Did you not say that you could kill me easily with your eyes closed?"

"Why aren't you doing that now?" Clark asked as he threw Marvin's earlier words back at him.

"HAHAHA! It's no use, you dumb fuck! You are going to die in here!" Marvin laughed and counted his chickens before they hatched.

It was in this epic sense of superiority that he decided to give our bored gamer his plea. This would entertain the viewers of this dungeon battle pretty well indeed.

"But okay. I shall honor what i said before."

"Here. Are you happy now?" Marvin announced as he closed his eyes just like what he promised beforehand.

He locked in on the scope again and aimed his sniper rifle without the use of his visual senses.

Alas, it would be like cheating nonetheless since the Gunner Class had a class skill called Penetrating Insight which could even see through the darkness as if it was still in broad daylight.

This skill's range was about 20 meters or so and with only 10 meters in distance between Marvin and his target, it was as easy as shooting a sitting duck in the water.

"Got you." Marvin whispered after he lined his aim at the right thigh of our bored gamer. He took a deep breath and held it in, a second later and...

"BOOM!" A thunderous roar of a gun scattered in all directions. There was ice debris all over the place but no sign of Clark. Living or dead.

Marvin looked at the distance using his Penetrating Insight skill and in a few breaths, was shocked at what he saw.

Clark Colter was still in one piece with no apparent wound whatsoever.

'This can't be possible!' Marvin finally opened his eyes and checked every inch of our bored gamer's body through his scope. No blood or damage. The hateful boy was unscathed!

"Is that it? I think you missed me by a small margin. No more than an inch. Maybe less." Clark noted what had happened and began walking towards the stunned Marvin.

It was just sad that our bored gamer was already about to burst the bubble on Marvin's hard head.

"TAP!"

"TAP!"

"TAP!" Three small steps later and it was more than enough for Marvin to get ahold of himself.

"I don't believe that you can dodge a thousand of my bullets! Die, Fucker!" Marvin cursed and a rain of spitting fire went out from the muzzle of his sniper rifle.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

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..

...

An endless barrage fell towards our bored gamer and not even a scratch landed on his tuxedo. Clark merely danced to the music that only he could hear.

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"How is Clark doing all of this?!"

"He's practically evading all the bullets and ice debris from grazing his body while doing this strange set of movements!"

* * *

In all parts of Brazil, the users who were looking at our good gamer's fight could not help but ask themselves.

"Isn't that our own Brazilian Capoeira?"

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"Why can't i fucking hit him! He's only level 10! That fucker should not have the ability to dodge my bullets!" Marvin was lowkey panicking at this point.

He could see that Clark Colter was throwing his kicks in the air and would sometimes grapple the ground in fluid successions.

His movements were mesmerizing. As if looking at a perfect entertainer that uses both combat and dance in one terrific fashion.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!" Marvin's shots went on and he too was beginning to move back to avoid a close contact encounter with this dancing clown that hunted him.

Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. No one could escape from our very own protagonist after all.

When Clark was less than 10 feet away, he miraculously vanished from the spot.

This was of course not a miracle but only our bored gamer cheating his way out using his absolute superiority in speed. He got 100,000 of them in stats.

Something that someone in this world could only achieve if he grinded like crazy and got to a character level of 20,000 and spent all his stat points in speed.

With the strongest people on Earth only at level 80, a level of twenty thousand was utterly unbelievable.

"It's over." Marvin heard the words before he felt a gentle tap on the back of his head.

"It's not over until i said it is!" Marvin gritted his teeth and turned around in a flurry of movements.

He would have wanted to smash his rifle on the head of our good gamer but alas, all he was able to do was complete his turn and then...

"CRACK!" The sound of breaking eggs echoed thereafter. Marvin looked down at the careless knees that had launch him in midair and slaughtered his future children from ever seeing the light of day.

This was truly a very very bad knee!

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The men who watched the fight stream could only grimace in pain and had one thing in their minds right now.

"Ouch! That sure hurts like hell!"