The Last Incubus with The Vice and Valor System

From the shadows emerged a towering figure—a bandit monkey unlike any Leon had seen before. This was no wild or feral bandit monkey... Leon was sure of that, it definitely isn't a wild or feral beast...

If it isn't, then it's the Mutant Bandit Monkey King The Viscount had once told him about.

Its fur was a deep, jet-black, almost shimmering in the light, with streaks of gold running through it like veins of precious metal.

Its muscular body stood at nearly twice the height of the other monkeys, its long arms and sharp claws a testament to its strength. But what truly set it apart was the aura of power it exuded—an overwhelming force that made even the air around it feel heavier.

The other monkeys cowered in its presence, their eyes downcast as if in submission. Leon could feel the raw strength radiating from the Monkey King.

It was unlike anything he had encountered before. The feral generals were one thing, but this... this was on an entirely different level.

His grip on the katana tightened as he stared down the Monkey King. Even with his [Blitz] skill and his sharpened intuition, he could tell that this fight would push him to his limits.

The Monkey King's aura was suffocating, and Leon could vaguely sense that even with his newfound strength, he might only be able to barely match this beast in combat.

But there was no turning back now. The Mutant Bandit Monkey King locked eyes with Leon, its lips curling into a sinister snarl. The battle was about to begin, and Leon would have to give it everything he had to survive.

He steadied his breathing, focusing his mind and body for the fight ahead. The world seemed to narrow down to just him and the Monkey King.

Leon's eyes locked onto the Mutant Bandit Monkey King, watching as the towering beast leaped from its perch with an agility that belied its massive frame.

The ground trembled under the weight of its landing, and Leon braced himself for the inevitable clash. He could feel the tension in the air, every single bandit monkey in the area going completely silent, their greedy eyes fixed on the battle that was about to unfold.

The King stood still for a moment, assessing Leon with cold, calculating eyes. Its fur gleamed under the sunlight, the golden streaks running through it shimmering with power. It's eyes would move to Leon's spatial bag every now and then.

There was no doubt in Leon's mind: this creature was the apex predator of the bandit monkeys. From the intensity of its gaze, it was clear that a direct confrontation was unavoidable. These beasts were too desperate for loot to let him pass.

With a deep breath, Leon steadied himself, adjusting his stance as his katana gleamed in the light. There would be no underestimating this foe.

He had faced tough battles before, but this was different. The sheer presence of the Monkey King was overwhelming, and Leon knew that the stakes had just risen to a new level.

Without warning, the Monkey King roared, the sound reverberating through the trees like a shockwave. Leon's instincts screamed at him to brace himself, but even prepared, the impact of the soundwave hit him like a hammer, forcing him to take a step back.

The Monkey King's roar wasn't just a display of dominance—it was a skill. The sonic energy rippled through the air, distorting the surroundings and throwing Leon off balance.

Leon wasn't y et at the level we're he could dodge the speed of sound, so he could only grit his teeth and try to move away from the place the skill was concentrated at, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he fought to steady himself.

The Monkey King's muscles coiled as it lunged forward, closing the gap between them in an instant. Leon barely managed to sidestep the King's powerful swing. The wind from the blow whipped past his face, and the force of it was enough to send loose dirt and debris flying.

Leon quickly countered, bringing his katana down in a swift, precise arc aimed at the King's side. But the beast was faster than he anticipated.

With a speed that seemed impossible for something of its size, the Monkey King twisted its body, dodging the blade by mere inches. Its eyes gleamed with cunning as it retaliated with a powerful backhanded swipe of its massive claw.

Leon threw himself backward, narrowly avoiding the claws that would have torn through flesh and bone with ease.

The King's strength was monstrous, each of its movements packed with lethal power. He had no room for error in this fight—one misstep and it would be over.

The Monkey King didn't let up, pressing its advantage with relentless aggression. It came at Leon with a flurry of attacks—swipes, punches, and kicks—all enhanced by a faint layer of golden Qi that coated its body.

Leon could feel the weight of each strike, the energy behind them amplified by the King's Qi manipulation. He danced around the onslaught, parrying when he could, but mostly relying on his agility to stay out of the beast's lethal reach.

Their battle was a blur of motion, each combatant testing the other's limits. Leon used every ounce of his speed, weaving through the Monkey King's attacks like a leaf in the wind.

But even as he dodged and parried, he could feel the raw power behind each strike. The ground reverberated under the force of the King's blows, and the air itself seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their battle.

Leon's katana flashed in the sunlight as he struck at the King's exposed flanks, trying to find an opening.

But the beast was quick, its instincts honed by countless battles. It anticipated Leon's movements, deflecting the blade with its forearm, the metallic clash echoing through the forest.

The Monkey King then lashed out with a vicious kick, and though Leon managed to block it with his katana, the impact still sent him skidding backward, his feet digging into the dirt.

The Monkey King snarled, clearly frustrated that Leon had managed to hold his own for so long. Its eyes narrowed, and it crouched low, its body tensing like a spring coiled to strike.

Leon could feel the change in the air, the charged energy of the King preparing for something far more dangerous. He knew he couldn't allow the beast to dictate the pace of the battle—he had to stay on the offensive.

With a swift burst of speed, Leon closed the distance between them, his katana slicing through the air with deadly precision.

The Monkey King responded in kind, meeting him head-on.

Clang-!

Clang-!!

Clang-!!!

Their blades and claws clashed repeatedly, sparks flying as metal met flesh and bone. Leon could feel his muscles straining with the effort of keeping up with the King's relentless attacks, but he couldn't afford to slow down. Not for a second.

At one point, the Monkey King's claws grazed Leon's arm, tearing through his clothing and leaving a shallow cut. The pain was sharp, but Leon pushed it aside, focusing solely on the battle.

He retaliated with a quick slash, managing to draw blood from the King's side. The beast roared in anger, but instead of retreating, it only became more aggressive.

The King charged at Leon with renewed fury, its massive fists slamming into the ground where Leon had been standing moments before.

The impact sent a shockwave through the earth, knocking Leon off balance. Seizing the opportunity, the Monkey King lunged at him, claws extended, ready to tear him apart.

But Leon wasn't finished yet. With a surge of energy, he rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the King's claws. As he sprang back to his feet, he willed a pair of daggers to appear in his hands.

His Assassin instincts kicked in, and he knew that brute force alone wouldn't win this fight. He needed to outthink the beast. He decided to use thesame tactics he has once used against the dungeon boss, who knows, this monkey might fall for it too...

With calculated precision, Leon quickly threw the daggers in three different calculated directions, each one aimed at a potential escape route for the King.

The Monkey King, reacting on instinct, dodged the first two daggers, but in doing so, it unknowingly moved into the path Leon had intended.