30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 247

A massive explosion erupted.

Ihan’s roar of fury had already left people’s ears ringing—

But now, the sheer detonation of his fist had them clutching their heads in agony, as if a grenade had gone off right next to them.

The impact was that overwhelming.

“Gahh—?!”

“Kuhhk...!”

Several of the more reckless Demi-Fiends, who had been carefully watching for a chance to strike, were caught directly in the blast.

Their bodies were flung like beads scattering in all directions, suffering serious internal injuries just from being too close.

BOOOOM!!

They had only been nearby.

And yet, knights of high rank had been sent flying like rag dolls.

That meant that if someone had taken a direct hit, their entire body would have been pulverized on impact.

This was no longer just a punch.

It was an explosion, with the force of dozens of sticks of dynamite bundled together.

An absolutely terrifying display of raw power.

But—

Whoosh!

“—Terrifying. But how did you know? My concealment was perfect.”

The fact that someone had survived that blow meant one thing—

They were no ordinary opponent.

“!!?”

Gasps of shock erupted.

At first, when Ihan had thrown his attack, everyone had been stunned.

But now—

A woman emerged from the shattered remains of a collapsed wall.

“S-She blocked Master’s Hundred-Pace Divine Strike?!”

Levi and the others stiffened in disbelief.

Of all things—

She had withstood the Hundred-Pace Divine Strike.

A feat that should have been impossible.

And yet, the woman only shook out her wrist, looking mildly irritated.

“Ugh, my wrist hurts. That was a stupid amount of force. How much power did you even condense in that...?”

Whoosh!

“!!?”

The woman, who had been smiling playfully, flinched.

Because—

Ihan was already moving.

His fist clenched again—

His body surged forward—

As if the very concept of conversation was beneath him.

CRACK!

“I don’t talk to terrorists.”

What was the point of talking to lunatics?

Whoooosh!

A wind vortex formed around Ihan.

He had merely clenched his fist—

Yet the very air itself twisted into a miniature typhoon around him.

Compared to his earlier strike—

This was something far worse.

And then—

BOOOOOOOOM!!

—The forest vanished.

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Squelch—

The blood that had scattered from the woman's body surged backward, reversing time itself as it reassembled around her.

It happened quickly.

In mere moments, her injuries were gone, as if they had never existed in the first place.

Except—

“Ah, damn. My fingers won’t grow back.”

The ones that had been obliterated by the Hundred-Pace Divine Strike were gone beyond recovery.

Even for a Vampire, there were limits.

With an annoyed scowl, she muttered—

“Tch, I’ll need at least four days for this to regenerate. Or maybe... I just need a bigger ‘meal’?”

She spoke to herself, her words laced with dramatic flair.

Like an actress on stage, her movements were exaggerated, her words carefully chosen for maximum effect.

Whether this was just her nature or a deliberate performance, Ihan didn't care.

Because—

Everyone else was too shaken to focus on anything other than what she was.

“A V-Vampire?! Those are just legends!”

“I don’t want to believe it either, but there’s no other race capable of doing this.”

“...This can’t be real.”

Levi’s face had turned pale.

And it was understandable.

Be it fairy tales or historical records, Vampires were known as one of the most dangerous species to ever exist.

And if the legends were true—

If she truly had the abilities of those ancient horrors—

Then this was a disaster.

They were not an opponent fledgling warriors like them could ever hope to face.

Their bodies trembled, a natural instinctive fear that all living beings shared when standing before a predator.

And as if sensing that—

“Hmm, maybe I should get revenge for my lost fingers?”

Shlkkk—!

Blood gushed from her side.

Not because she had been attacked—

But because she had stabbed herself.

As if deliberately spilling her own blood.

“...Is she insane?”