Chapter 364
When the Stars Alight the Sky (II)
They, once again, stood up--after the 8th ti they were beaten without even being given a chance to fight, the fiery spirit was gone. Egos were being bruised and beaten, prides were being catapulted into the oblivion; no matter how much they struggled, that single attack was enough to obliterate them all.
Looking up, a flux of strange emotions surged within many of the mbers of the group when faced with the aloof figure. Every ti they stood up, he beat them down so quickly and so badly they felt like crying.
Every ti one of the Mages wanted to cast a spell, their Mana literally refused them, submitting, instead, to the floating figure well above them.
The healers felt their connection with the wisps and spirits completely disappear, as though they were banned from ever casting a healing spell.
The archers had their arrows lt before reaching even halfway toward the figure.
The tankers could just blandly stare at the sky and wonder whether theyd survive being hit by half the teors falling from the above.
Even those who knew Cain and knew hed be destroying them felt a twine of despair.
Jamal gnashed his teeth, his fingers coiling around the handle of the sword tightly. He knew that they stood no chance, but facing the reality that was even worse than his expectations... wasnt easy.
Ethan and Daniel wondered whether they could even approach the man--even if they were given all the ti in the world.
Of everyone, only Emma and Senna remained calm. The forr was mostly curious as to just how he obtained such explosive growth, while the latter bead with pride each ti shed look around and saw everyone sprawled on the ground.
Her expression, though, spoke another story entirely--in fact, she looked more grieved than everyone else on the battlefield, as though she was ready to lose her mind any second now.
That should be enough of the ego-checking, the man suddenly spoke in a distorted tone, causing everyone to shudder. As you can see, you are all weak. Chicks flapping their tiny wings about like mindless children playing.
...
Like monkeys, if you beat at the wall that is Unul long enough, youll kill her. Of course you will. Shes just a boss, an amalgamation of moves that play out in predictable patterns. In a few years, youll be able to farm her for items, I imagine. But, what of it? Youll still be weak. I dont behave like a boss. I dont carefully increase the potency of my spells to match the intensity of the battle. I dont just fire at the tanks, conveniently ignoring everyone else. I dont behave like a predictable set of patterns that you can skim around.
And I wont be alone in this. You are too dependent on the tanks soaking hits. You are too dependent on morizing timings of the attacks rather than just learning to react to the unexpected. You fight as though the holy trinity will persist into infinity. It wont. So, the figure suddenly descended onto the ground and drew out a sword--it was an ordinary, iron sword, the kind that people no longer used even on the first floor. Ten rounds--one on one. You can use whatever the fuck you want--spells, items, potions, your own shit. Ill just use this sword and movent skills. Your goal? Hit once. No, just scrape . If you can do that, I dunno, Emma will give you whatever item you want.
... everyone stared at him, dumbfounded. It was clear that the man was a Mage... yet, for so reason, he drew out a sword and told everyone to duel him.
Senna, co out, the man suddenly called out, causing the raid to shudder. Senna was, by most, seen as the strongest and most skilled Conqueror in the whole world.
The young woman stepped out from the crowd and faced the man--though her expression was hardened, her eyes sparkled with pride and awe and expectations.
What? she asked curtly.
... is spanking outlawed yet? You sound like you need it.
Pff-- a few stifled bouts of laughter quickly died out as everyone forced their lips shut. Senna gnashed her teeth, her expression darkening.
Co, the man said, grinning under the mask. Show how much youve grown.
A surge of Mana blurred from within her stalwart figure--thousands upon thousands of weapons suddenly assembled above her, covering the skyline, darkening the world. The gold glimrs of the tears in space shuddered as the weapons cried out in a choir.
Cain looked up, smiling faintly. Seeing her grow... was beautiful. His only regret was not having been here to witness it. She was no longer that suspicious, distrusting girl hed t way back when the Towers first fell. She was a woman who carried herself with grace and countenance of strength and pride. And, most of all... she was strong. Strong enough to stand tall even among the giants.
Here I co, she said. Dont be shocked!
... Id never be, he mumbled as the shower of weapons began to fall toward him--so ca from the front, so from the flanks, so even sneaked their way to his rear, waiting. And hed even noticed that she stealthily buried the few weapons underground while everyones attention was to the ones in the sky.
A sense of pride swelled within him--she understood the aning of fighting. It wasnt a show for entertainnt, but the matter of living or dying. Hiding tools, potential trump cards, and any and all ans of survival was the greatest form of enlightennt anyone can achieve this early on. But... it wasnt enough.
He beca a shadow gleaming past the sea that upended the valley--the weapons dug craters and cleaved gashes of hurt in the dirt, but all missed him. He danced freely among them, his figure an ethereal cascade of shapes that bled through all danger fearlessly.
Senna continued to navigate her attack as she took flight by standing upon the blade. But no matter how many she sent, he dodged them all. He weaved in-between the tiny spaces that didnt exist in her eyes, freely moving as though it was an open field.
Suddenly, she could no longer see him--by the ti she realized where he was, she saw her health drop to 10% in a single strike. When she turned, she saw his smiling face a few inches away from her, his figure floating freely in the sky.
Haaah, she sighed helplessly. Arent you supposed to be a fucking Mage? Why does your normal attack hurt so much, goddammit?!
Ah, and here I thought youd be all damn dad, youre so cool! and daddy, teach , please!. Youre no fun.
Everyone already knows youre cool, she said, smiling lightly. And youre already teaching us.
Alright, kiddo, Cain chuckled. Back to the rear. Wait your turn. And while waiting, think on why your ass got beat so hard.
Cain descended back to the spot while asking a few Mages they had on the retainer to fix the terrain. Chugging a few mouthfuls of beer in the anti, he missed the fact that everyone buried their heads even deeper down. It was one thing to be beaten down in unison next to everyone else... but they realized theyll also get absolutely shad in isolation, for everyone else to see.
Jamal, Cain called out suddenly. You there? Or did you go into hiding?
Fuck, fuck! Youre underestimating ! Jamal cursed, mostly to motivate himself. So what if youre strong? Shit, arrogant prick! Ill definitely manage to at least touch you!
Wow~~setting expectations low, Cain said. Did you learn that from the bedroom experiences?
Pff--
--oh, suck my balls, Jamal rolled his eyes and drew out his sword in a singular motion, shooting a horrid blast of Starlight forward. It was an attack that would have easily killed everyone else--or at least hard them terribly. And yet, he couldnt help but feel his jaw unhinge when he saw Cain gently bend eight inches to the side... dodging it. Tsk.
Here I co~~
The figure dashed forward, and Jamal swiftly swung the blade; the two collided, though not in a manner of direct combat--Jamal felt his grip weaken as the sword slid downward. Cain, on the other hand, used the montum of the collision to slither into Jamals blind spot, vanishing from his sight. A mont later, Jamal felt the wind scrape toward his back, causing him to bend his body unnaturally and flick his arms in a wide motion, tearing through the spaceti continuum.
Cain ducked and dodged while Jamal leapt backward; the forr, however, bolted forth from the crouching position, slashing the iron sword horizontally. Jamal deflected the strike, but felt himself being pushed back slightly--just as he was about to re-stabilize, he saw Cain use the montum of the collision again, using it to spin in place and imdiately follow-up with another attack from the other side. The 100% health bar swiftly dropped to 13%, causing Jamal to almost shriek in horror.
Not bad, Cain said, grasping Jamals shoulder. I hate to say this, but you actually have better mont-to-mont reactions than Senna. You havent been fuckin around all these years.
Of course I havent, Jamal sighed. Shit. Arent you a Mage, man? Why... why are you so skilled with a sword? I feel like shit.
Its not that Im skilled, Cain shrugged. Its just that you guys suck major ass. Youll see, Cain grinned. What true lee skill is a bit later. Im just a trifling cunt showing off in front of a bunch of kids.
Wow. Thanks. Fuckin-A levels of inspiring.
That is my strength.
Just fuck off back to Narnia, Jamal grumbled, shaking Cains hand off and walking back toward the raid group. Next ti, Imma touch you.
What if the therapist man asks where the bad man touched ?
I knew it. The mont I said, I fuckin knew it. I knew this prick would never let it slide... fuckin hell...
Emma, Cain called out. Youre exempt. Go over there.
Go over to your mom!! Emma exploded and ran to the front. Spank my ass too!
...
You did that on purpose, didnt you? Cain asked.
A bit, Emma grinned, heaving the warhamr over her shoulders. Here I co.
You usually dont announce it, though?
... shit, that was good, Emma paused for a mont before bursting out into laughter. Aside from the main party, most of the raid remained confused over their interaction.
Dont report for dostic violence~~
Just shut your trap and fight , bitch.
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