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Chapter 5 - Chapter 5: Let's Finish this

And if you take a closer look, Zephyr's Muay Thai skill is already at Level 8—a level that most beginner hunters could only dream of reaching. The skill grants a base 50% increase in physical attack power, and with each level adding another 5%, that totals to a massive 90% boost to his striking power.

That means Zephyr's fists aren't just fast and precise—they hit nearly twice as hard as they should. At this point, he's not just above average for an E-Rank hunter—he's outclassing most D-Ranks and probably standing toe-to-toe with the lower tier of C-Rank hunters when it comes to raw melee output.

Anyway, it was finally time to face the boss of the dungeon. Zephyr had already leveled up enough, and there weren't many monsters left to farm in this place. After all that fighting, he decided to rest for a bit—not because of exhaustion, but to ease the mental fatigue that came from constantly being on alert.

He might have the strength of a trained adult, but deep down, he was still just a kid—a kid who had fought nonstop since entering this place.

After twenty minutes of quiet rest, sitting against the cold cavern wall and sipping some water from his inventory, Zephyr stood up and stretched. His eyes sharpened.

He was ready.

The E-Rank dungeon boss waited ahead—and while E-Rank monsters were weak, boss monsters were something else entirely. Stronger, smarter, and sometimes even equipped with crude tactics or magic, they were in a league of their own.

Dungeon bosses aren't alone. That much, Zephyr knew from the start.

They're not just stronger—they're surrounded by backup. Minions. Guards. Sometimes even traps. It's what made bosses in dungeons far more dangerous than the average monster. This wasn't a game where they politely waited alone in a chamber. No—they were protected.

As Zephyr carefully advanced through the dim tunnel, the glow of the mana crystals on the walls flickering against his shadowed figure, he kept his eyes locked on the map. Thanks to his stealth skill and detection ability, he could track enemy presence without being detected himself.

Then he saw it.

Just ahead, beyond the next chamber.

Eleven red dots.

His hunch was right.

"Ten goblins… and one boss."

He narrowed his eyes, crouching low against the wall as he double-checked the map. Unlike the earlier scattered monsters he had fought, these dots were clustered tightly—like a small unit. They weren't wandering aimlessly. These goblins were likely bodyguards or elites, stronger than the mindless trash mobs from earlier.

It made sense. Boss monsters usually surrounded themselves with stronger minions—sometimes mutated, sometimes armed. And judging by their positions, they were stationed strategically. It wouldn't be a straight-up brawl. If Zephyr got caught in the open, they'd swarm him in seconds.

Still, his expression didn't show fear.

Zephyr exhaled slowly, steadying his nerves. This was it—the final challenge of the dungeon. But charging in blindly wasn't an option, not when there were ten elite goblins surrounding a boss that was likely several times stronger than anything he'd faced so far.

"First things first," he whispered, eyes narrowing. "Stealth."

In an instant, his body shimmered and faded into the shadows, vanishing from sight. The faint hum of mana around him signaled the activation of his stealth skill. No sound. No presence. Practically invisible, unless someone managed to land a direct hit.

"That's one advantage... as long as I don't get hit, they won't even know I'm here."

His lips curled into a slight smirk. It felt a little overpowered—but he wasn't complaining. After all, he'd earned it.

Thanks to the multiple level-ups from clearing out the rest of the dungeon, his HP and MP were now full again. His stamina had recovered, and the 20-minute rest earlier had cleared his mental fatigue. He was ready.

Now it was all about execution.

"Target the minions first," Zephyr thought. "Start with the weakest… work my way up. If I can take them out quietly, the boss will be easier."

Even though these ten goblins were elite—bulkier, faster, more aggressive than the ones before—it didn't matter.

They couldn't withstand his Muay Thai-enhanced strikes.

"Clustered together… perfect."

Zephyr crouched in the shadows, eyes fixed on the goblins encircling the boss. The massive goblin leader towered over the rest, its grotesque frame covered in bone armor and crude tattoos. The others stayed close—too close.

Bad move.

He surged forward like a coiled spring snapping loose. In a blink, he broke out of stealth—and hell began.

CRACK!

His elbow smashed into the skull of the nearest goblin with a sickening crunch, dropping it instantly. Before the others could react, his shin lashed out in a spinning kick—straight into the next one's jaw. The goblin flew sideways, blood spraying, colliding with another and disrupting their formation.

2 down.

The remaining goblins shrieked in alarm, weapons raised, but Zephyr was already gone—and activated his stealth.

They chased after him, roaring and swinging wildly, but his speed was on another level. He weaved between them with fluid footwork, baiting them into overextending.

And once one got isolated—

BOOM!

A devastating knee strike to the chest. Ribs shattered. The goblin collapsed, coughing blood.

BOOM!

An uppercut followed by a spinning elbow to the temple. Another one down.

His strikes were blindingly fast—each blow empowered by his level 8 Muay Thai, giving him +90% total attack. It wasn't a fight. It was a slaughter.

They tried to retaliate, but none of their hits connected. Zephyr danced through their attacks, counters sharp and merciless.

Smash! Kick! Elbow! Knee!

Every part of his body became a weapon.

Soon, only two goblins remained—bloody, panicking, backing toward their boss.

Zephyr didn't let them escape.

CRACK!

He ducked low and swept one off its feet, then stomped down with lethal precision. The final one screamed—and caught a brutal right hook that sent it spinning into a rock wall.

Ten elite goblins. All dead.

Only the boss remained.

The massive goblin snarled in rage, eyes glowing red with fury as it stomped forward, gripping a jagged cleaver. Unlike the others, this one was smart—and very, very angry.

Zephyr stood tall, blood splattered across his arms and chest, breathing steadily.

"Let's finish this."

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