"Gorak, what’s the aning of this?" An old man with long white hair and a beard frowned.
"Old Ma, It’s actually nothing much..." Gorak shrugged and paused for a mont.
Then he continued. "We, the Ragh’Tal Tribe, just want the Brakka Tribe to rge under our na. Simple, right?"
"You? Ragh’Tal Tribe?" Old Ma squinted his eyes, clearly feeling that sothing was amiss.
’Ragh’Tal? Why have I never heard of this tribe? And since when did that stubborn guy beco one of them?’ Old Ma thought to himself.
"Yes, there’s no Redhorn Tribe anymore. Only the Ragh’Tal Tribe, since we’ve decided to co under them. Besides—"
"Gorak, I’m disappointed in you now." Old Ma shook his head helplessly, showing a disdainful expression as he continued. "You ran with your tail between your legs and dared to co here with a stupid thing to say. Do you not have any sha left?"
"Old Ma, it’s not like what you think. The condition itself actually—"
"Shut up! Do you think we’re now afraid of you guys just because you have a re two more weaklings?" Old Ma snorted in contempt.
"Is that so?" An old man with an extrely refined body stepped forward together with Rokhan, his long brown hair swayed against the wind that brushed through the adow.
He continued with a faint smile, cracking his neck bone as if ready to go into the battle anyti. "Why don’t you try the strength of this weakling then?"
"This... That old man’s strength is truly terrifying that he could be said to be one of the strongest in this region within the 4th Rank." Gorak nudged Harold and whispered softly.
Harold raised an eyebrow and looked at Lothar. "Are you sure?"
"I don’t know, but at least I’m certain that I won’t lose badly even if I do lose to that old man." Lothar shrugged smugly.
"Alright, it’s ti to show Ragh.’ Tal’s true strength then..." Harold chuckled lightly and looked at Rokhan. "Which one do you want?"
"I’m good with any of them." Rokhan smirked.
"I’ll take the left one since he uses a spear." Harold looked at the middle-aged man in his mid-50s with short hair and a beard.
"The right one it is." Rokhan smiled faintly, unsheathing his saber on his waist slowly.
He looked at another middle-aged man in his late 40s with a huge axe behind his back and taunted him, moving his left hand with a taunting motion.
The Brakka’s warriors were left speechless with the trio’s conversation as if they weren’t even taking it seriously.
A mont later, the adow fell silent the mont the three pairs stepped forward.
Lothar moved first. The mont his foot hit the ground, the grass beneath him flattened as he burst forward at an extrely fast speed.
His saber flashed out of its sheath, a thin arc of cold light cutting toward Old Ma’s chest.
’He’s fast.’ Old Ma’s eyes narrowed in surprise as he had never expected that soone who just broke through could be this fast.
He raised his sword just in ti.
CLANG!
tal scread as blades t each other. Sparks scattered as the impact reverberated through both their arms.
Old Ma slid half a step back before digging his heel into the soil, stabilizing himself with ease.
Lothar didn’t let up this chance. He twisted his wrist, saber sliding along the sword’s spine before snapping upward in a sudden reverse cut aid at Old Ma’s throat.
Old Ma leaned back, the edge grazing his beard hairs, then counter attacked instantly with a refined horizontal slash.
Lothar crossed his saber defensively.
BOOM!
The collision kicked up a burst of compressed air, flattening the surrounding grass. Both n separated at the sa ti, his bare feet dragging shallow trenches in the ground.
Old Ma stared at Lothar in disbelief.
’This wasn’t the strength of soone who had just reached the 4th Rank.’
Their mana pressure was telling the truth, as Lothar’s foundation was fresh, still rough around the edges, but his physical power and control were only a hair beneath his own.
The gap was so small it almost didn’t exist.
"Hah..." Old Ma exhaled slowly. "So that’s how it is."
He figured out that the old man in front of him must have had his stats multiplied more than him.
Lothar grinned faintly. "Surprised?"
Old Ma smiled faintly as he shook his head, his expression was that of soone who enjoyed the fight rather than anything else.
They clashed again.
Steel rang repeatedly as they exchanged rapid strikes—thrusts, slashes, feints, each probing for weakness.
Lothar’s saber style was aggressive and sharp, every movent flowing seamlessly into the next.
Old Ma countered with stability and precision, his sword always in the right place at the right ti.
Then Old Ma activated his skill first.
A heavy wave of sword intent surged outward as his blade descended in a crushing diagonal arc.
Lothar t it head-on. His saber ignited with condensed mana as he slashed upward, their skills colliding midair.
CLANG!
The impact cracked the ground beneath them, dirt and small rocks exploding outward, but neither one of them was pushed back.
They disengaged again, both breathing evenly.
Old Ma’s eyes glead. ’This guy is strong.’
The mont the buffed middle-aged man reached for the axe on his back, Rokhan vanished from where he stood.
The axe warrior’s pupils shrank, but it was too late.
Rokhan appeared within striking range, his saber already descending in a clean diagonal slash.
The axe warrior barely managed to yank his weapon free and block.
CLANG!
The impact shook his entire body.
His feet skidded backward as Rokhan pressed forward relentlessly, his movents were sharp and efficient.
The axe warrior roared and swung back.
His axe ca down like a falling boulder, the sheer weight behind it enough to crush a big stone.
Rokhan sidestepped smoothly, the blade missing him by inches. His saber flicked out in response, cutting across the axe warrior’s ribs.
Blood sprayed as a shallow wound opened.
The axe warrior grunted and spun, swinging horizontally this ti, forcing Rokhan to retreat a step. But the montum never shifted.
Rokhan continued to dominate. His timing was immaculate and his footwork was flawless.
He slipped past heavy swings, punished overextensions, and chipped away relentlessly.
The axe warrior activated his skill. Mana surged into the axe, swelling its size slightly as it slamd downward with terrifying force.
Rokhan crossed his saber to block.
BOOM!
The ground caved beneath him as Rokhan sank knee-deep into the soil, but he didn’t falter.
He twisted his wrist mid-block, redirecting the axe just enough before snapping his saber forward.
SHRRK!
A deep gash tore across the axe warrior’s chest, blood pouring freely as he staggered back in shock.
At the sa mont Rokhan moved, Harold did as well.
His spear shot forward in a lightning-fast thrust aid straight for the enemy’s heart.
The spear warrior reacted instantly, knocking the attack aside with the shaft of his own weapon.
CLACK!
Their spears blurred as they entered a brutal exchange in rapid succession.
tal rang endlessly as the two circled each other.
Harold advanced aggressively, each strike carrying crushing force. The opposing spear warrior responded with finesse, redirecting attacks and countering with precise stabs aid at joints and gaps.
BOOM!
The impact sent shockwaves through the air as both n were pushed back simultaneously.
Harold grinned. "Not bad."
"Likewise." The spear warrior smirked in response.
They activated their skills at the sa ti.
Mana surged along both spears as they lunged forward, weapons colliding head-on.
CRACK!
The force split the ground beneath them, creating a shallow crater.
Dust exploded upward as both n skidded back, their bare feet digging furrows into the soil.
A draw, just like Lothar and Old Ma.
They continued.
Harold slamd his spear down in an overhead strike, forcing the spear warrior to block with the shaft braced across his body. Harold followed imdiately with a sweeping kick that the spear warrior barely dodged.
The counterattack ca fast.
A thrust aid at Harold’s throat.
Harold twisted aside, letting the spear graze his shoulder as he retaliated with a brutal butt-end strike to the ribs.
THUD!
The spear warrior stumbled back but recovered instantly.
Their clash intensified, as each exchange was fiercer than the last, neither able to gain a decisive edge.
All three battles raged simultaneously.
The Brakka warriors watched in stunned silence.
Old Ma’s expression grew increasingly grave as he exchanged another draw with Lothar.
The axe warrior clutched his bleeding chest, glaring at Rokhan with fury and disbelief.
The spear warrior panted heavily as Harold spun his weapon, eyes burning with excitent.
No one had expected this outco, especially the Brakka warriors.
After a while, they finally stopped since the Ragh’Tal actually dominated the battle.
Subsequently, Old Ma finally agreed to rge under the Ragh’Tal na without even knowing the benefits as he thought that the outco would’ve ended badly if they were to attack at full force.
After listening to the details from Harold, Old Ma regretted cutting him off before he could explain it.
However, he felt fortunate that they didn’t clash fully since if they did so, there would’ve been at least so unnecessary casualties in the process.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host! You have subjugated the Brakka Tribe!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 40,000 Tribal Points!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 400,000 System Points!]
At the sa ti inside the dungeon, Ash opened his eyes widely the mont he looked at the notifications in front of him.
’What the fuck?!’ He was shocked as he had never expected to obtain this many points.
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