As the clandestine deal neared its conclusion, Derrick's keen ears caught the faint sound of approaching footsteps. Swiftly, he gestured to Ying, signaling for him to conceal himself on the right side of the dual door while Derrick positioned himself on the left.
The stern-sounding man and the frail-sounding man exited the room, prompting Derrick and Ying to unsheathe small daggers from their cloaks. With precision, they thrust the blades toward their own torsos, intending to feign an attack. However, the unfolding scenario didn't unfold as smoothly as they had planned.
The stern-sounding man, as it turned out, was a formidable Beastman with swift reflexes, instantly intercepting the duo's simulated self-inflicted injuries. Meanwhile, the feeble-sounding man, identified as a witch, showcased his magical prowess by swiftly deploying a barrier talisman to counter Derrick's attack.
"So you were followed..." the disappointed Beastman remarked, revealing that their covert actions hadn't gone unnoticed.
"S-Shut up! Just kill 'em!" the witch exclaimed, his voice betraying a mixture of fear and frustration.
In a desperate bid to escape, the witch attempted to flee, hoping to preserve his own life. However, Derrick, undeterred, swiftly closed the distance and delivered a forceful kick to the witch's abdomen, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"You'll be dealing with me today," Derrick declared with an air of confidence, ready to confront the consequences of their failed deception.
"F***, f***, f***! I won't let you kill me! I won't let you!" The frantic exclamations echoed through the tense atmosphere as the witch braced himself for the impending clash. The room became a battleground, and the outcome hung in the balance, shrouded in uncertainty.
Ying, confronted with the formidable Beastman in hand-to-hand combat, found himself facing a unique challenge. While the Beastman lacked the refined martial arts skills that Ying possessed, his sheer physical strength leveled the playing field.
With a single powerful blow, the Beastman effortlessly pushed Ying back. Sensing the gravity of the situation, Ying swiftly placed the heirloom in the previous room, sealing it. The unknown nature of the heirloom forced Ying to refrain from using his own spirituality, not willing to risk damaging such a precious artifact.
However, the dynamic shifted as the Beastman, no longer concerned with the heirloom, unleashed his oppressive spirituality. An aura of refined intensity emanated from him, a force that could easily subdue lower-ranked fighters. Yet, Ying, seasoned in facing such attacks, stood resolute.
Seizing the opportunity, Ying charged forward, delivering a rapid flurry of punches at the Beastman. To his surprise, the punches felt weak and ineffective. Red gauntlets materialized on the dealer's arms, a manifestation of the Beastman's unique application technique.
Each race possessed a distinctive application technique, and Beastmen, in particular, harnessed their blood as conduits for spirituality. Much like Wraiths with spirit flames, Beastmen could manipulate their blood in various ways, creating constructs harder than steel. The Beastman's ability, aptly named [Crimson Gauntlets], endowed him with formidable defensive capabilities.
Ying, undeterred, faced the challenge head-on, navigating the complexities of race-specific techniques in this intense clash of spiritual prowess and physical might.
___The Beastman sent Ying hurling towards a pillar with a single punch, tearing apart both of his arms.
The Beastman got into a fighting stance before making a declaration. "I am Raul of the Beast tribe, I shall send you to your death."
"I've heard that line a couple of times by now." Ying got into a fighting stance and activated his application technique; [Critical Manifestation].
Ying's attacks were "magnified" with the use of the critical manifestation technique. A small cut could become a gaping wound and a project could become a bullet. This ability elevated Ying's striking power to Raul's level, putting him at a strategic advantage.
"Derrick! Ignore the witch and grab the heirloom inside! I'll hold off the Beastman!"
"That's a bit too much to ask right now! He just keeps running!"
The weak-sounding witch had successfully maintained his distance from Derrick. Despite being a complete coward, he was quite the annoying pest to deal with. Each race's progression could be easily tracked by its physical characteristics. For witches, the number of arms and mouths indicates their level of power. The weak-sounding witch had 2 arms, indicating that it was at least a low-grade witch.
Typically, such a weak opponent wouldn't be an issue for Derrick, but he needed to hold back most of his power due to the job. Killing the thieves would nullify the job and put him in bad standing with Testament.
"Hehehe! You can't even come close to me, you wraith bastard! I'm Rokka of the witch tribe, so you better remember my name and die!"
He weaved various hand signs and imbued the symbols with spirituality. White larvae appeared and floated in the air. Upon closing the distance, Derrick attempted to punch Rokka's liver, but the white larvae exploded instantaneously.
Tsk. Every time I get close to him, he just uses that strange larva ability! It seems like it's activated based on proximity. I can't just rush in and attack like I usually do. I need a ranged attack.
Derrick exerted his spirituality outward and compressed his spirit flames into a tangible object. He created a long chain with enough force to tear apart stone walls. He spun the chain at an extremely high speed before striking the floorboard with a scooping motion. The fragmented floorboards flew through the air and set off the white larvae. The chain explosion blew up smoke and gave Derrick enough time to set up a trap.
He bound Rokka's body with the spirit chain, completely negating Rokka's spell-casting ability. Capturing Rokka was far easier than expected. It seems he had vastly overestimated Rokka's ability.
Disregarding Rokka, Derrick rushed towards the locked door. However, the Beastman Raul lunged at Derrick to interfere with his plan.
However, Ying's remains began to regenerate and his severed hands grabbed onto Raul's ankles. He had purposely taken hits from Raul to throw him off guard.
"Stop!" Raul roared.
Derrick turned to Beastman and unleashed a devastating kick at his abdomen. It wasn't enough to kill him, but the attack instantly knocked him out.
With the final enemy felled, the battle was over. Derrick and Ying had obtained the notes.
As the clandestine deal neared its conclusion, Derrick's keen ears caught the faint sound of approaching footsteps. Swiftly, he gestured to Ying, signaling for him to conceal himself on the right side of the dual door while Derrick positioned himself on the left.
The stern-sounding man and the frail-sounding man exited the room, prompting Derrick and Ying to unsheathe small daggers from their cloaks. With precision, they thrust the blades toward their own torsos, intending to feign an attack. However, the unfolding scenario didn't unfold as smoothly as they had planned.
The stern-sounding man, as it turned out, was a formidable Beastman with swift reflexes, instantly intercepting the duo's simulated self-inflicted injuries. Meanwhile, the feeble-sounding man, identified as a witch, showcased his magical prowess by swiftly deploying a barrier talisman to counter Derrick's attack.
"So you were followed..." the disappointed Beastman remarked, revealing that their covert actions hadn't gone unnoticed.
"S-Shut up! Just kill 'em!" the witch exclaimed, his voice betraying a mixture of fear and frustration.
In a desperate bid to escape, the witch attempted to flee, hoping to preserve his own life. However, Derrick, undeterred, swiftly closed the distance and delivered a forceful kick to the witch's abdomen, sending him sprawling to the ground.
"You'll be dealing with me today," Derrick declared with an air of confidence, ready to confront the consequences of their failed deception.
"F***, f***, f***! I won't let you kill me! I won't let you!" The frantic exclamations echoed through the tense atmosphere as the witch braced himself for the impending clash. The room became a battleground, and the outcome hung in the balance, shrouded in uncertainty.
Ying, confronted with the formidable Beastman in hand-to-hand combat, found himself facing a unique challenge. While the Beastman lacked the refined martial arts skills that Ying possessed, his sheer physical strength leveled the playing field.
With a single powerful blow, the Beastman effortlessly pushed Ying back. Sensing the gravity of the situation, Ying swiftly placed the heirloom in the previous room, sealing it. The unknown nature of the heirloom forced Ying to refrain from using his own spirituality, not willing to risk damaging such a precious artifact.
However, the dynamic shifted as the Beastman, no longer concerned with the heirloom, unleashed his oppressive spirituality. An aura of refined intensity emanated from him, a force that could easily subdue lower-ranked fighters. Yet, Ying, seasoned in facing such attacks, stood resolute.
Seizing the opportunity, Ying charged forward, delivering a rapid flurry of punches at the Beastman. To his surprise, the punches felt weak and ineffective. Red gauntlets materialized on the dealer's arms, a manifestation of the Beastman's unique application technique.
Each race possessed a distinctive application technique, and Beastmen, in particular, harnessed their blood as conduits for spirituality. Much like Wraiths with spirit flames, Beastmen could manipulate their blood in various ways, creating constructs harder than steel. The Beastman's ability, aptly named [Crimson Gauntlets], endowed him with formidable defensive capabilities.
Ying, undeterred, faced the challenge head-on, navigating the complexities of race-specific techniques in this intense clash of spiritual prowess and physical might.
___The Beastman sent Ying hurling towards a pillar with a single punch, tearing apart both of his arms.
The Beastman got into a fighting stance before making a declaration. "I am Raul of the Beast tribe, I shall send you to your death."
"I've heard that line a couple of times by now." Ying got into a fighting stance and activated his application technique; [Critical Manifestation].
Ying's attacks were "magnified" with the use of the critical manifestation technique. A small cut could become a gaping wound and a project could become a bullet. This ability elevated Ying's striking power to Raul's level, putting him at a strategic advantage.
"Derrick! Ignore the witch and grab the heirloom inside! I'll hold off the Beastman!"
"That's a bit too much to ask right now! He just keeps running!"
The weak-sounding witch had successfully maintained his distance from Derrick. Despite being a complete coward, he was quite the annoying pest to deal with. Each race's progression could be easily tracked by its physical characteristics. For witches, the number of arms and mouths indicates their level of power. The weak-sounding witch had 2 arms, indicating that it was at least a low-grade witch.
Typically, such a weak opponent wouldn't be an issue for Derrick, but he needed to hold back most of his power due to the job. Killing the thieves would nullify the job and put him in bad standing with Testament.
"Hehehe! You can't even come close to me, you wraith bastard! I'm Rokka of the witch tribe, so you better remember my name and die!"
He weaved various hand signs and imbued the symbols with spirituality. White larvae appeared and floated in the air. Upon closing the distance, Derrick attempted to punch Rokka's liver, but the white larvae exploded instantaneously.
Tsk. Every time I get close to him, he just uses that strange larva ability! It seems like it's activated based on proximity. I can't just rush in and attack like I usually do. I need a ranged attack.
Derrick exerted his spirituality outward and compressed his spirit flames into a tangible object. He created a long chain with enough force to tear apart stone walls. He spun the chain at an extremely high speed before striking the floorboard with a scooping motion. The fragmented floorboards flew through the air and set off the white larvae. The chain explosion blew up smoke and gave Derrick enough time to set up a trap.
He bound Rokka's body with the spirit chain, completely negating Rokka's spell-casting ability. Capturing Rokka was far easier than expected. It seems he had vastly overestimated Rokka's ability.
Disregarding Rokka, Derrick rushed towards the locked door. However, the Beastman Raul lunged at Derrick to interfere with his plan.
However, Ying's remains began to regenerate and his severed hands grabbed onto Raul's ankles. He had purposely taken hits from Raul to throw him off guard.
"Stop!" Raul roared.
Derrick turned to Beastman and unleashed a devastating kick at his abdomen. It wasn't enough to kill him, but the attack instantly knocked him out.
With the final enemy felled, the battle was over. Derrick and Ying had obtained the notes.
