Chapter 201: Killing Feast

George, who had his back turned to the ambusher, suddenly felt waves of stinging pain coming from his back. It also felt like a creepy sensation, and at the same time, as if he had been electrocuted, in that instant, the hairs on his back suddenly stood up one by one!

There were no footsteps and no sound; he rose like a lump of black mud from the whirling shade of the poplar tree. Then he turned into a sharp arrow leaving the bowstring, rushing toward George’s back at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Even such a sprint did not cause any noise; the air between the two was like a well-behaved child seeing his parents, flowing to both sides against the shadow just right. Not to mention the sound of breaking through the air, not even a ripple was formed.

This unannounced attack was far beyond George’s expectations. Because before the opponent made a move, he did not detect any danger. And when he noticed something, the opponent had already successfully struck.

Such a sudden situation was something none of George’s group had anticipated; before they could even let out a warning, the Assassin had already crossed a distance of about 20 feet to get behind George.

George could not say he had no reaction at all, but wanting to make any defensive posture was a bit too late at this moment. However, relying on his sixth sense for danger, he bent his left leg slightly to exert force, pivoted on his right foot, turned around, and forcibly turned himself to face the ambusher.

This turn and the slightly lower height after leaning back made the sharp blade, which was originally about to pierce George’s neck, seem as if it would just graze past his scalp and brush past the target.

But in this crucial moment. The Assassin moved his five fingers, flipped the dagger in his hand, and then shook his elbow to change the stab into a thrust. Unfortunately, the guy attempting the assassination could no longer blend perfectly with the surrounding environment as he did at the beginning. The dagger, with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, went straight toward the position between George’s collarbone and neck. That was the weak point of the Breastplate; there was a thin line of gap to facilitate the movement of the neck.

At this time, George’s center of gravity was unstable, and he was in a semi-suspended state. At the same time, the Assassin had already moved within George’s arms; in this situation, even if George’s hands tried to defend, they could not stop the sharp blade in the opponent’s hand. At this moment, George could vaguely sense the smiling light flashing in the Assassin’s eyes—as if George’s life had already been accepted by him.

Alamil and Mario, who were too late to stop all this, could not help but grip their Longsword and Warhammer tightly.

But then something happened that left the other side dumbfounded. The air around George seemed to be solidified. As the dagger approached, layers of obstacles continued to stack up, finally forming a wall of light that looked like the most transparent crystal. This supernatural power that suddenly appeared around George’s body caused the deadly cold light to slide away.

Immediately afterwards, the collision between the dagger and the Breastplate gave off dazzling sparks, which appeared quite conspicuous in such a tree shade. But this also showed that the opponent’s attempt to kill with one blow had failed. “Deflection!” Fral Ursin in the crowd behind exclaimed. However, this was actually the “Blessing of Order” obtained from the Lord of Justice playing a role; it looked like a deflection effect, but in essence, it was a Force Field type armor effect.

But immediately after, before George could recover, he saw the Assassin raise his right hand, and a gray cold light whistled past his right hand, brushing past George’s cheek.

However, with the buffer time just now, George’s left foot had successfully landed, and he pushed hard. The powerful reaction force brought by his high strength of 18 points made him fly into the enemy crowd. But this also successfully allowed George to open enough distance from the dangerous attacker.

Although the cold light was still about two to three inches away from George’s cheek, the chilling feeling still made George feel his breath suffocate, and half of his face felt a chill as if it were about to be frozen! This was George’s own body warning him that if he was really hit by that attack just now—even if it wasn’t a narrow escape, he would definitely lose a layer of skin.

Next, the Assassin, who found that his cooked duck was about to fly, naturally tapped his toes on the ground to borrow force and leaped forward to chase. At the same time, his left hand made a straight thrust, fiercely stabbing the dagger toward George.

Regrettably, George used strength in his waist and abdomen, and a deformed sweeping kick in mid-air just kicked over, hitting the opponent’s right hand just right. Although the force of this kick without leverage was not great, it directly knocked the Assassin, who was not known for his strength, off course, and George immediately borrowed the force to do a backflip to open the distance between the two.

Although relying on his own supernatural ability and agile response, George escaped this interception. But at this time, like Hiren before him, he was separated from his team. Moreover, he fell directly into the enemy’s tight encirclement; for ordinary people, that was like jumping out of the wolf’s den and into the tiger’s mouth!

However, George, who had a narrow escape, did not think so; more importantly, this time he was really scared into a cold sweat; this could be said to be the closest he had been to death due to external reasons in his two lives.

Unfortunately, the others on the other side did not want to give George any rest, because seeing George stumbling towards them in a bit of a panic, they seemed to have forgotten the pressure he brought just now, and they swarmed up one by one, ready to see if they could take advantage.

The first to attack George’s side was a Spear, but George, who had already stood firm, waved his hands and used the Greatsword in his hand as a shield. He slightly deflected the thick blade, looking like he simply pushed away the opponent’s spearhead.

The reason he did not take advantage of the situation to counterattack was because George knew very well that it was difficult to borrow force to fight back against this kind of stabbing weapon. Moreover, this thing was quite flexible in the hands of an excellent user; if he just relied on a heavy weapon like the Greatsword to clash with it—although with George’s strength, it would definitely be no problem, and he could mostly suppress the opponent. But it might become endless entanglement. In this situation of being surrounded by enemies, it was not a good choice.

However, George found that the guy opposite was also fast; the spearhead turned, like a viper spitting venom, and drilled in from the gap of the Greatsword’s swing. It was a pity that this gap was simply a means George deliberately left to lure the enemy in. He saw him move his feet, and his body in heavy armor moved half a step to the left with an incredible light pace; the sharp spearhead instantly grazed past his body and scratched past.

With a harsh metal friction sound, which was the sound of the opponent’s spearhead colliding with the plate armor on George’s ribs, a not shallow mark was immediately scratched on the Breastplate. However, he had already taken this opportunity to lean forward and rush two steps, using his right arm to control the spear body. Then he swung his hands with force, and a textbook-like Power Attack struck over.

Power Attack is almost the first attack method that all melee professions come into contact with; this move has been studied by predecessors for over a thousand years and is already nearly perfect and simple.

Only a loud “clang” was heard, and the hunter was immediately knocked out. In fact, that guy was unlucky himself, because he used a Spear, and Spears are good at offense and weak at defense. In the situation where he was greedy for advancement and his weapon was controlled. He was also given a “using strength to break skill” by George, so naturally, he would not have a good ending.

With one strike, the attacker who was holding the Spear just now flew out like a kite with a broken string, heavily hitting a big tree not far away, and the tree immediately snapped.

At the same time, George’s momentum was not over, and he immediately faced another enemy. This looked like a Warrior using a two-handed Great Axe; as early as when the first person was knocked away, he had already blocked the best route for George to return. And with his arm slightly bent, he had already prepared to launch an attack, waiting for George to fall into the trap!

He swung the axe and chopped down at the charging George; although it was not a hasty reaction, the axe was fully swung. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a problem with the Power Attack technique. It was easily blocked by George with the Greatsword in his hand.

But on the contrary, the guy who swung this axe had his right side of the body completely numbed by the shock, and he even stumbled under his feet. George immediately flipped his wrist and changed the direction of the blade.

From an upward slash, it turned into a diagonal slap, fiercely hitting the opponent’s side of the head. That round head, like a squeezed tomato, burst out two bubble-like eyeballs, jumping onto the land soaked in blood and covered with corpses.

However, it was precisely because of his obstruction that the numerous enemies seemed to have formed an encirclement around George. After this situation appeared, the soldiers in the team also seemed to want to break through the encirclement and come to support George. However, being outnumbered and lacking absolute strength, the soldiers did not successfully break through the heavy defenses.

Moreover, such actions made the situation that George had just managed to regain become a bit precarious. George saw at least three soldiers being pulled back to the inside of the team by their teammates.

This situation definitely meant they had lost their combat ability, but it was not clear whether they were seriously injured or had already passed away. And it was not clear how many more George had not noticed, which made the situation of the Bolerum Territory group, which was already at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, even worse.

At this time, most of the members of the adventure team had shown up; the Paladin Alamil was swinging a heavy steel shield from bottom to top to launch a fierce attack. That 15-pound piece of steel, under his skilled technique, became a terrible killing weapon; the shield edge, one inch thick, was enough to smash any unarmored skull. And among the enemies he faced, most were dressed in this kind of restrained outfit.

Of course, trying to hit the enemy’s head with a bulky thing like a shield every time was not a very reliable thing. Immediately afterwards, Alamil adjusted his body posture, held the shield against the enemy encircling from the right, and launched a small charge, or a dash.

The difference in strength meant that although the opponent was not knocked far away by the shield, he also retreated several steps in a row, until he rolled into a ball with his accomplices behind before completely stopping.

Alamil took the opportunity to use a Shield Bash, hitting the attacker who rushed over first, and after the sword and shield intersected, he made the opponent stumble. Another soldier nearby took the opportunity to make a Spear thrust, and the clever cooperation knocked the opponent down on the ground to die.

At this time, attackers from two other directions waved their machetes and charged at Alamil. Alamil repeated his old trick, charging and knocking the attacker on the far right back, then Shield Bash hit the other one’s shoulder blade, breaking it, and the last one was chopped on the leg by the Longsword that suddenly stretched out from behind the shield, and the opponent immediately fell to the ground disabled.

The successive impact movements repelled three attackers; because Alamil intentionally did this just now, these three attackers were knocked in different directions. At the same time, this advance and retreat affected a larger number of enemies and a wider range.

However, facing the later attacker, Alamil, who had premeditatedly created a relatively safe environment before. He did not knock him away but unloaded the force to resist, and then took the opportunity to attack his vital abdomen with his Longsword. Alamil cleverly flipped his wrist, and then the silver-bright Longsword rapidly extended along his extended arm axis, instantly penetrating the incoming person’s abdominal cavity.

Alamil’s approach seemed quite simple: knock a few away, take the opportunity to disable a few, and then, after having enough safe space, calmly deal with other attackers. As for the finishing blows on the seriously injured and disabled attackers just now, the soldiers of Bolerum Territory had always done a good job.

The battle process in front of him was only a few dozen seconds; during this period, only a few attackers’ weapons made contact with Alamil, but they did not cause any decent damage to him, who was wearing heavy armor. Of course, this also had a lot to do with him picking the soft persimmons; the tough ones there seemed to be being dealt with by Stone Marx.

Even so, don’t think the whole process looked simple. But as long as the plan was wrong, or the execution failed, it was impossible to achieve the final result or even fail.

In fact, Alamil found during training in the Temple that his mind was exceptionally clear in combat situations, and his reaction speed surprised even himself. The most important thing was that he could almost calculate various factors instantaneously, make appropriate plans, and execute them without error, which was the so-called “plan before acting.”

Even when encountering unfavorable conditions, he tried his best to delay, and after finding the flaw, he broke the situation in one fell swoop. The Paladin who trained Alamil praised him as a natural warrior; although his combat methods were a bit immature, he already had his own style, and as long as he honed through actual combat, he would definitely become an excellent warrior.

Because of this, with the help of the instructor, Alamil combined his own characteristics and summarized a set of combat methods, using the shield as a defense and main attack weapon, and the Longsword as a backup must-kill weapon.

The shield had a large area and almost never missed; combined with Alamil’s high strength attribute, it could cause effects such as knockback and knocking away to block enemies, even if the opponent had higher strength than him, he could also use the shield to unload force or actively defend to avoid excessive damage.

The Longsword, as a backup weapon, only attacked when it could kill with one blow; generally, it was used to assist the shield in parrying or disturbing the enemy. Alamil’s combat policy was to disintegrate the opponent’s combat power rather than injure the enemy; this was also because the shield’s attack power was low, and it could not cause fatal damage in a short time, so it was better to disarm the opponent’s combat power; therefore, Alamil’s preferred attack targets were generally the vital points of the limbs.

Seeing Alamil’s performance, George could not help but sigh in his heart: ‘None of these Adventurers who can reach this level is a fuel-efficient lamp!’

As for the Ascetic Green Beren, he also disappeared after the Assassin who attacked George just now went with the wind. But no one could ignore his existence; after all, his teammates were so outstanding, he would not be weak anywhere. Moreover, he was an Ascetic known for his strength.

And the Priest Mario should now be busy treating the wounded in the team; having this “nanny” was very important for maintaining morale.

But George also knew now that it was not the time to hold back. The heavy Greatsword, waving like a violent hurricane, collided back and forth on this “thorny” road, exploding with low crashing echoes.

Straight cut, upward slash, thrust… The fierce and barbaric sword skills rolled back and forth like a sword-wheel chariot without any aesthetic feeling, like a mudslide pouring down from the mountain. George, who had to turn himself into a killer, was like a rushing mountain flood, crushing all formed obstacles.

Warm sunlight sprinkled on the mortal world, but it reflected a cold flash on the sword edge; this was the voice of the warrior’s heart, and the highlight of the belief running through the sword. Every impact and swing turned the fighting will in his heart into cold and flame, tempering a purer steel will.

At the same time, Hiren not far away also sensed George’s movement. These two nobles full of supernatural power were like raging Tyrannosaurs on the plain, constantly hitting the surrounding defense lines. Two figures with vastly different heights, through the boiling fighting spirit to the extreme, interlaced a full-strength fight.

Two circles of fierce battle wind rotated and completely shattered all objects that attempted to block; the thorny jungle originally covered with arrows was flattened in the span of a few breaths. Shattered armor pieces, ejected sparks, and splattered flesh and blood told the bystanders the intensity of the battle.

The Barbarian’s great strength and the Rogue’s agile skills were perfectly combined at this moment, and gave birth to an intuitive skilled martial art. But these, with the heart fire beating in George’s chest, burned even more vigorously. “Qi and Blood Separation,” a rare Secret Art that George first learned, exerted its due brilliance at this time.

“Steadfast as a lion, swift as an eagle, brave as a Dragon, my destiny is the challenge to the past, and to understand the way in my heart during the battle. Perfect battle tempers our physique, and the ecstasy of victory leads to the sublimation of the spirit. Until that moment of glory that even the gods would envy.” At this time, George finally had his own feeling and understanding of the profession of Sword of Military Path.