Is That A Wisp?

"Great Heaven, Sword-Wielding Mysterious Slash!" A middle-aged man bellowed at the top of his voice, making it seem like he was condensing a tremendous amount of power when he dodged an attack and punched the attacker. 

"Damn troll! Die!" The youth that had been punched in the face spat out blood, cursing himself for falling into the trap. He then reminded himself that no one was able to use Spiritual Energy here as he lunged in with a thrust of his spear.

Suddenly, he was alarmed when his spear pierced through the neck of the man that had punched him, staring agape when he noticed a blade peeking out of the other party's chest. Using the chaos to her advantage, a lady that seemed to be in her early twenties pierced her weapon through the middle-aged man's back. 

Her weapon was a needle laded with poison that she used to poke her enemies with. However, it seemed that she had been lucky to plunge it into the middle-aged man's back while avoiding his bones, causing the needle to peek from the other side. 

She hurriedly somersaulted backward, throwing out another needle towards the youth, causing him to barely evade it. This way, she prevented him from using the chance to close in on her.

In order to not be swept under the pace of his enemies, the youth hurriedly retreated towards the wall, facing his back towards it while targeting anyone that approached closer. As for the young lady, she used the chaos to her advantage, nicking the unprotected skins of anyone she came across, acting as if she had failed to pierce them. 

This prevented them from detecting that she had laced her weapon with poison. Moreover, her poison was a mild-acting one. It wasn't potent. All it did was cause the victim to become severely fatigued.

In such a battle where everyone expended as much of their energy to stay alive, it wouldn't be surprising when they quickly ran out of juice. After all, it was a known fact that people expended too much energy when in a tense situation. 

In a life and death battle where there could only be one survivor, it was apparent that everyone was tense to a fair extent. This caused her poison to work its magic without anyone learning about it. 

As for the middle-aged man that she had stabbed through, he wasn't dead yet. He hurriedly backtracked, slumping on the wall as he tried his best to patch up his wound. Unfortunately, his lung had been pierced, so he was having a difficult time even breathing properly. In any case, he attributed his exhaustion to his wound and blood loss.

All along, Krune acted as if he was a decoration of the place, hiding behind a pillar while positioning himself closer to the ceiling. He took advantage of the fact that he had arrived first in the chamber to scout it, taking up position in a place where it seemed as if he was just an ornate decoration to a mural. 

As Feifei had arrived before the entrance all of a sudden, no one managed to see his figure under the gales. Anyone that had indeed seen him was positioned far away from the entrance. It would take them at least a week or two to enter the Alacatra Ruins. 

This was another reason Feifei cut the line. It was to give Krune some advantage. After all, he was currently in his most vulnerable state. If people were aware of his existence prior to their entry, then they would be prepared against him. 

As almost everyone entering the Alacatra Ruins were humans, demon beasts were rare. Plus, they were usually large creatures that stood out from the rest. Subtle energy figures like Krune were probably never seen by others before. 

So, she had hoped for him to maintain as much of an element of surprise as he could. Unsurprisingly, it had worked with stellar results. 

Krune calmly watched the ongoing battle while acting as a wall decoration, noticing the number of killed enemies slowly pile up one after another. Eventually, only two of them were left—the youth and the young lady. 

"Haha, I knew you would survive." The young lady smirked. "Even though you're young, your skills are great. Once you regained your composure, you were able to remain uninjured until now."

"I could say the same about you." The youth frowned, gripping his spear tightly as he glared at the young woman. "Your poison is sneaky."

"Well…" The young woman was just about to taunt the other party when the youth suddenly kicked a weapon that had been on the ground, causing it to fly towards her. 

In her alarm, the young woman bent backward, watching the weapon fly above her, hurriedly rolling to the sides as her senses screamed in alarm. The youth's spear barely missed her as she continued to roll on the ground, slapping the floor as she used the rebound to get up. 

"You!" The young woman was suddenly scared when she noticed the spearhead approaching her face, intending to impale her when she raised her hand in guard, making a diagonal contact with the spear tip as she diverted the momentum, causing it to miss her.

She knew very well that she wouldn't last long if she defended against the brunt of the youth's attacks. So, she used her superior experiences to deflect his attacks. 

The youth attacked nonstop, forcing the young woman into a passive, riddling her with surface wounds when suddenly, intense exhaustion set inside him, causing him to stumble backward in shock. "Y-You…?"

"It finally kicked in." The young woman smirked as she increased the distance between them. "Our clan consumes a special herb since birth to faintly modify our constitution. The poison I use is just my sweat."

"S-sweat?" The youth grunted in exhaustion, kneeling on the ground as he glared at her and yelled out, "That is cheating!"

"As I've been running around nonstop, my sweat has evaporated and covered this chamber to a mild extent.. Since you've been breathing nonstop during your flurry of attacks, you've inhaled enough for its effect to finally kick in."