Chapter 895: Challenge
Chapter 895: Challenge
Midnight, there is another meeting held within the residence Watt was currently placed.
There are a bunch of dead bodies and some injured people sitting beside them.
They are the result of the Specter’s actions, he just possessed a weaker guy in the group and sneak attacked someone before getting out of his body.
And the hot blooded barbarians just took care of the rest without even thinking. They just couldn’t control themselves when someone tried to kill them.
But that is not the only thing they are worried about. Currently, Watt is holding a wine jar by his teeth as he slowly drank into it.
His body is healing rapidly.
He drank the whole wine jar and finally opened his mouth as he took some deep breaths.
“Guys, can you be anymore inconsiderate of your guest. You could have helped me with the drink you know. My teeth are hurting a bit.”
He said that so casually as if he is really a guest there.
That wine jar was delivered here by the shadow mouse when the Specter is causing all the commotion in their camps.
There is no way they would have expected to Sam not only somehow kill some of their guys, but also give a jar of wine which helped his friend heal the injuries.
This is like a giant pulsating middle-finger standing right in their faces.
All their bragging about their pride of being some kind of superior battle race, this is just stupid.
The embarrassing turned into rage and everyone wanted to kill Sam right at that moment, but what can they do? They have to find the guy first, if they want to do anything about him.
The young head brother who is holding his spear and looking at the whole scenario, felt extremely frustrated.
He ran out of the residence and moved towards the entrance of the city.
The young chief hurriedly followed him.
“Stop, Druv, stop. Where are you going?”
“I am going to kill that guy.”
“Are you an idiot? Get back to the camp now. We have to think before we act.”
“Think? You are wrong brother. We are barbarians, the Kala Tribe. We are Savages. Thinking was never our forte. We are born to fight and fight shall we.”
The young head followed him silently. He couldn’t persuade, at least he should be with him and help him stop doing anything stupid.
Both of them ran out of the city and outside the city gate, Druv took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his lungs. A scream that could travel for miles.
“Sam, I know you are hiding somewhere out there like a rat. Killing my men like a coward. If you are man come and fight me right here, right now.
Stop trying to fear monger our people and fight hand to hand like a man. Otherwise get the fuck out of my realm.”
Sam who is in the mountain cave nearby could actually hear this and he was genuinely surprised by the scream.
But the surprise turned into chuckle.
Generally he would have just let it go. He doesn’t care about some juvenile provocation. But this time, the whole thing is a lot more personal than it should have been and he really wants to have so fun, so he decided to go and meet him.
He went on harbinger and soon he is hovering over as he looked down on the two brothers standing there.
“You have some guts after all.”
Druv said with gritted teeth as his aura raged. The young head looked at Sam carefully observed him. He wants to know what kind of person their enemy is. His methods are unconventional. Barbarians fought many wars with many races, but no race ever managed to create this sense of disturbance and fear in them like Sam did.
Sam jumped down and landed a few meters away from the duo and took out his reaper sword.
“I don’t have too much time to waste. So let us just finish this. I have to go back and send you guys a few more presents.”
“Presents? That is just cowardly killing.”
“I don’t care what you call it. You asked me to come here and here I am. If you want to kill me, this is the chance.”
By now the rest of the Astral Plane cultivators already started moving to the city gate.
But before they came the fight already started.
Sam’s didn’t use any of his elements this time. He really wants to see how a barbarian at a same cultivation level as him would do against him in terms of physical strength and pure warrior skills.
The sword started glowing the wind in the surroundings turned sharp.
Even ever breath Sam is releasing is giving of a sound of sword cutting through air. He is in perfect condition to slash his sword.
Druv held his spear and started running towards Sam.
He started stabbing towards Sam who dodged easily leaving a sharp after image.
The barbarian is fast, they are dexterous and they have a good battle sense. That is what Sam saw in two minutes of dodging.
“Fight Back you fucking coward.”
“Really, I let you have a go and in two minutes you didn’t even manage to make a scratch and you actually stooped to name calling. I thought this would be more interesting than that.”
“Hiding and running are these the only abilities you have?”
“Okay okay, Stop. At least learn how to scold properly and remember you asked for it. And it seems like your folks are nearby, so it is also my time to leave.”
As he spoke, he lunged towards Druv as both of them directly exchanged the attacks.
Sam’s sword blade brushed past the spear shaft and he used the repel style to shift his body and the blade as it moved towards the head.
Druv knew he was going to die, he felt the horror gripping his throat. Even before it touched him, he could feel the coldness.
He saw Sam’s eyes. The eyes that are so nonchalant.
He is so calm as if taking the life was so insignificant, he almost seemed bored.
Sam landed on the ground with a crash and the dust rose up.
He looked at his blade which has a faint trace of blood on it as he turned around.
The young head is currently holding Druv in his arms.
There is a large slash on his large chest. He couldn’t hold it in and saved his brother in last second.
Sam looked at the group that almost reached the gate.
Everything happened so fast. It was just three minutes from start to finish.
“The Great Kala tribe. The Barbarian honor and pride as a great battle race.” Sam said as he shook the blood off of his blood.
The young head and Druv are looking at him with embarrassed expressions.
“It is ironic isn’t it? All that bragging, provocation and everything with me being a coward and all. It is easy to not be a coward when you have a whole tribe backing you. But it is hard not to be a coward when a sword is on your neck.”
“He is not a coward. I saved him.” The young head came to his brother’s defense.
“Really? Why don’t you ask him if he is one or not. Don’t take my word for it. But remember, I was never a coward when a sword is coming towards my neck, because I am always sure that I can make sure it doesn’t reach me or my sword would reach the other party first.
Unless you have that same confidence. Don’t call out for me. Just sit tight and wait to experience whatever I do to you and your little tribe.
And at this moment, I am still giving you guys a chance to defend yourselves, that might change depend on the way you treat my friends.
So, if you want to do anything to him or want to threaten me with him, please do wait until dawn tomorrow, I have a special presentation or demonstration for you to what could happen if I become serious.
Just multiply whatever happens at that time a hundred times and imagine it.
Now goodbye.”
Sam left his words and used a spatial technique to blink a few meters and then left on the harbinger to disappear from the place and the family members appeared at the spot right at the moment.
The tribe head looked at the scene and could imagine what exactly transpired.
Druv knelt on the ground as he wept continuously. He recalled Sam’s words.
When that sword was nearing his throat, he kind of lost his will to fight back or think of all the possibilities that could let him escape or defend himself.
He felt dark and afraid.
The power behind that sword strike was so overwhelming and when he realized that his brother saved him, it is not the relief that he didn’t die, it is a relief that he didn’t die for that sword.
He was so afraid of it that he just wanted the death to not happen by it. He faintly felt like he would have been fine if he died in any other way, but dying by that sword is fearful than dying itself.