As the arrow rain drew ever so close to the convoy, many of the Frie Clan mbers, including Shin, retreated back into their aether cars. Those with higher cultivations, however, readied their Spirits to deflect the oncoming onslaught. The Instructor raised his behemoth club and swung it around in circles. Flas that wreathed out from the Spirit ford multiple rings of fire that hovered above the Instructor’s hairless head.
"Hah!"
With a shout, the muscular man who wielded the prehistoric club directed the nurous fire rings towards the arrow rain. As the rings made contact with the bolts, the projectiles burned into oblivion thus preventing any damage to the aether cars.
The other Frie Clan mbers also did their jobs as well, since none of the arrows fired managed to even reach within ten tres of the convoy. Currently, the caravan consisted of thirty escorts while their foes numbered in the triple digits. Easily outnumbered, a regular escort convoy would have long t their end. Unfortunately for the bandits, they had picked on the wrong target.
Each one of the escorts was highly trained Spirit Users with years of experience under their belt. With this current lineup, they would not even fear an army battalion let alone a group of criminals.
Clearly astonished that their initial barrage had little effect, the bandits stood rooted to the ground unsure of how to proceed. They had used this tactic many tis before and it had brought in excellent results. Once their target caved into the arrow rain, the frontline would charge in and raid whatever they saw, leaving no chance for their victims to retaliate. However, their current enemy deflected their arrow barrage with ease thus leaving them unsure of the next step.
Such hesitation did not slip past the eyes of the veteran Instructor.
"Now’s the chance! Half of you, stay behind and guard the items. The rest of you... CHARGE!!!"
A dust cloud ford as the Instructor kicked off his initial position and advanced to the bandits who were sowhat clueless about what had happened.
"ARHHHH!!!"
Following his lead, half of the escorts utilised their summoned Spirits to boost themselves as they faced the oncoming threat. A deafening warcry reverberated through the air as fifteen battle-hardened Spirit Users charged with the Instructor.
Noticing that the Instructor and his subordinates were closing in the distance, the bandits raised their steel weapons and prepared for impact. Alas, there was no way re steel weapons were able to pose a suitable challenge for Spirits that had been nurtured for decades. Like cutting through butter, the Frie Clan Spirit Users carved through the formation of the bandits leaving them in disarray.
"Hmph! Thanks for coming, I needed so punching bags to vent my anger!"
Infusing more and more spiritual energy into his gargantuan club, the flas that ca out from the Spirit beca more distinct. The Instructor, who had already looked like a caveman, seed to have upgraded to beco the progenitor of the man who had discovered fire for the very first ti.
Leaping into the air, the Instructor aid at the centre of the remains of the bandit formation. With a shout, the brawny man slamd down onto the ground with his fiery club causing a miniature explosion, scattering the bandits away. The once flat floor suddenly had a huge dent that was akin to a teor crater. And it was ford by the man standing right in the middle of it.
"Not bad..."
Lifting up his Spirit and placing it on his shoulders, the Instructor seemingly admired his work, and he wiped off the sweat on his forehead.
The bandits, on the other hand, were dispersed and panicking over what had happened. This wasn’t the job that they signed up for. Initially, when they saw the convoy that consisted only of aether cars, the bandits assud that so wealthy rchant was flaunting his riches and that they could easily raid the caravan for loot. Unluckily for them, what they encountered wasn’t a fat cat but a vicious tiger.
Peeking out of the lead aether car, Shin and Junius were trying to get a better look at the happenings outside. Thankfully, the car had installed retractable windows that enabled the duo to carefully observe what was going on.
"Woah, to think that the Instructor is that strong!"
Shin had always known that the bald, burly man had always been strong, but he had never witnessed to which extent. But now that he saw the Instructor easily fending off a horde of bandits and deflecting a hail of arrows, Shin gained a newfound respect for the man who had always tornted him.
"Of course he has to be powerful! If not how could be beco our Instructor?"
Hearing Shin’s words, Junius bead with pride as if he were gushing about his own child. It’s always a good feeling when soone appreciates and praises your teacher.
"Yeah... How can he make so many rings of fire? Junius you can only make one!"
When the black-haired youth saw that the Instructor could form a large number of fire rings with just a few swings of his Spirit, he questioned his senior who had learnt the exact sa skill.
"I have no clue... The Instructor had not taught that yet... And since he keeps it a secret, I assu that it ans I’m not ready to learn it."
Junius had absolute trust when it ca to the Instructor. So finding out that the skill he learnt had an advanced version did not tick him off one bit. He knew that the ntor he respected would never withhold teaching skills. If Junius didn’t learn it, it ant that he wasn’t ready.
"Maybe, one day you will be like him. Swinging your sword around, making countless of water rings."
"Easy there, that’s for the future... And we need to concentrate on the battle..."
Teasingly mocking Junius, Shin smiled as he diverted his attention back to the battlefield. But at this mont, the Instructor and the other Frie Clan mbers were just giving the bandits a beatdown. It wasn’t even a fair fight. Unable to do anything to the caravan, the bandits had long ordered a retreat, but the airtight assault of the Instructor made it impossible for a clean withdrawal.
"Hah... Ti to end this!"
The Instructor raised his behemoth club Spirit up in the air with the full intent of slamming it to the ground once more. The resulting explosion would produce a shockwave that would paralyse the remainder of the bandits thus, ending their encounter.
"*Whhooossshhh!*."
The hundred and fifty-centitre weapon dashed down towards the floor as everyone braced for impact. But strangely, the explosion and shockwave that everyone expected did not co to pass.
"Hoho... As I expected, there’s no way those bandits figured out how to fight... You guys are the ones pulling strings."
Underneath the Instructor, a lean man dressed in cotton blue garbs was using a sword to stop the humongous club from making contact with the ground. The obsidian black sword looked like the darkness of the eclipse and staring straight at it might srise a person’s soul. Spiritual energy began emitting from the sword indicating that the weapon in the man’s hand was no ordinary sword, it was a top-tier awakened Spirit.
The man seed like any other, but one thing that sets him apart was the distinct black mask that covered the entirety of his face, hiding the man’s true identity. The mont the Instructor saw this man, it was as if a million light bulbs lit up simultaneously in his brain. He was more than familiar with which organisation this man belonged to.
"Black masks!"
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