Chapter 39: The Fight II
Translator: J_Squared Editor: J_Squared
Angus finally struck and fought with great speed. The white light radiating on his greatsword flew toward Old Wilson like a venomous snake.
“Whoosh!”
Without rcy, a ray of white light pierced through Old Wilson’s black armor. Fresh red blood imdiately oozed from the slit.
Old Wilson retreated a few steps and held his hand to the wound. He narrowed his eyes and gave Angus a deadly stare. His armor was manufactured after three years of work, using materials of the highest resistance and could resist almost any kind of spears and swords. Even a Third-level Elental Swordsman would struggle to break his armor.
Due to this, he was able to fight against the two Third-level Light Swordsn – Queiro and Lelo – with such ease. This armor suit had definitely proved its worth.
However, this armor could no longer effectively assist Old Wilson in defending from his opponents. Angus’ strike had left Old Wilson feeling deeply threatened, which was sothing that he had experienced in the Slaughterhouse. It was an influential existence extrely on par with a Fourth-level Elental Swordsman.
The difference between Elental Swordsn was indeed very much distinct – First-level to Third-level were beginner Elental Swordsn, Fourth-level to Sixth-level were interdiate Elental Swordsn, and Seventh-level to Ninth-level were advanced Elental Swordsn.
Therefore, even though there was only one gap from Third-level to Fourth-level, it was a massive one.
Angus, who was right in front, ranked sowhere between Third-level and Fourth-level, though infinitely close to Fourth-level as he was extrely powerful. Even with Old Wilson’s innate talent and sturdy defensive armor, it was difficult to fight against Angus.
“It seems that I’ll not escape from fate today... Tell , why does the church want my life?”
Old Wilson looked rather savage as he licked his dried lips while he spoke. He had already guessed by now that these people were not bandits but people from the church!
Angus raised aloft the greatsword in his hand, his palms wrapped tightly around the handle. “What’s the point of knowing now? Queiro, Lelo, do it!”
Although Angus was, in fact, more powerful than Old Wilson, he chose to not underestimate his opponent. To be safe, he sought assistance from Queiro and Lelo to ensure nothing would go wrong.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, a violent explosion erupted. Countless red flas caught on and scattered around. As the wind blew, the fire which was accompanied by a burning sll drifted along.
“What happened?”
Angus furrowed his brows as he shifted his attention to the direction of the strange noise.
...
“Bang!”
As the low-pitched sound left rlin’s lips, the two fireballs exploded in the speedy flight. The nearest bandit was only half a ter away from the explosion.
The fireballs released by rlin contained horribly high heat. Although they were only the size of a fist, they were made up of a myriad of compressed Fire Elents.
The fist-sized fireball was able to directly lt an armor made of fine iron. Once blown up, the scattered flas were enough to cause terrible deaths.
Moreover, this explosion was caused by two fireballs at once. The bandits who ca galloping at high speed were directly blown up by the two fireballs before they could figure out what was happening. Even the two leading Second-level Light Swordsn were hit by the unexpected heatwaves and fell heavily on the ground, both gravely injured.
This sudden change had shocked many people. rlin glanced toward the place where Old Wilson was under siege by the three Third-level Light Swordsn. rlin went straight to the old man who was in a hot water.
“The heretic! The heretic! The evil heretic from the Kingdom of Blackmoon!”
Finally, soone recognized rlin’s identity and began to scream in terror.
“The evil heretic that blasphes against God!” a Second-level Light Swordsman shouted aloud and soon his body was shrouded in an aggressive white light. A greatsword in hand, he charged toward rlin from behind.
“Fireball!”
Using his Mind Power, rlin could sense movents in his surrounding without having to turn his head around. Therefore, he quickly released a fireball and sent it across his back.
“Whoosh!”
The speed of the fireball was extrely fast, leaving only a faint trail of red shadow before it slamd into the chest of the Light Swordsman.
The chest of the Light Swordsman could not resist the force of the fireball at all. It lted instantly and burned a bloody hole in the chest of the Light Swordsman.
“Plop!”
The Light Swordsman, not even anywhere close to rlin, fell directly to the ground, his chest emitting black smoke.
‘A Large Fireball next!’
rlin noticed in his Awareness that the gray horizontal fra representing Large Fireball had turned red. This ant that he was able to release a Large Fireball.
Due to rlin’s recent incessant ditation practice, his progress on Mind Power advanced rapidly. His control of the fireball had reached the point of perfection. For instance, the fireball released earlier was much faster in speed, making it impossible to defend, than that in Blackwater City.
This was the benefit of a strong Mind Power as it allowed better control of spells.
After killing this Second-level Light Swordsman, rlin raised his head and looked around at the surrounding bandits. Everyone was afraid of rlin where no one dared to co forward.
Heretic is used to address on a person who represented evil, cruelty, and mastered peculiar power! Moreover, now that they saw the spells released by rlin with their own eyes, they felt unbelievably and incredibly fearful, hence they dared not co forward.
Thousands of bandits were stunned by rlin. He looked around and never did he feel more confident than at this mont. He felt “powerful” for the first ti.
‘Spell Caster is the existence of the world’s strongest force!’
rlin thought of a sentence in old man Etha’s Spell Manual, used to describe the Spell Casters. It seed not far from the truth.
As no one stepped forward, it did not take rlin long to reach Old Wilson’s side. He held the injured old man gently by hand and looked at the three n wearing golden masks.
“Father, leave them to ,” rlin said softly to Old Wilson.
“Spell Caster... I didn’t expect to encounter a Spell Caster here. Even though you’re just an Entrance-level Spell Caster, that’s not sothing we can deal with. Unfortunately, we didn’t bring forth our archers. Otherwise, an Entrance-level Spell Caster will not pose any threat,” Angus, who was still wearing the mask, ended his sentence with a long, aningful sigh.
His tone was full of unwillingness.
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