Chapter 50 Cocky Bastard [part 1]

Chapter 50 Cocky Bastard [part 1]

The next few nights for Northern was pretty bland—first he made sure he took maximum rest and made sure that his body was in a good condition.

And while doing that he did a few things like inspecting his growth from the war.

Northern was almost ripped apart by shock when he found out that his talent fragments went up by 100.

'I must have fought so many monsters' He thought.

Of course, he couldn't wave away his regret of not having the last kill on that Razorlf general. That would have undoubtedly earned him at least six talent fragments.

Sadden but he quickly raised his spirit with a crazy goal—to make sure he gets the last kill on Night Terror. Of course his mighty general should be worth more.

That was Northern's guess anyways, he had not come to really know if the danger level of monsters played a role to the amount of talents he received from them.

Speaking of Night Terror, Northern had not laid a glimpse on him since he woke up.

"The wounds he received seemed quite severe, is he resting..." Northern murmured to himself.

He heaved a smile, putting his arms akimbo and closing his eyes.

"I guess even a terror like him is not invincible."

He opened his eyes and glared into a straight distance, grasping his fist.

"I can do this..."

Killing Night Terror was not going to be an easy task but it was doable. He just had to do more of what he did the last time and it was all going to work out.

Northern summoned his armor, the slatternly armor weaved itself around his body as he stepped out of his room.

"Fight me!"

The creature indifferently lowered its head at Northern for a few seconds, no expression of any sort even after the human warrior had spoken his mind.

Northern scratched his head after.

"I guess it really does not understand..."

Northern stared absently for a few seconds and suddenly flung his hands toward the center of the arena, point to himself and the monster then materialized the Mortal Blade from nothing with an wicked grin on his face.

If at all the monster did not understand anything, his last two actions made things quite clear, especially that grin that was plastered to his face.

The monster for once contorted its face with irritation. It's expression was literally saying "I hate that smugness on your face, wipe it off"

Northern grinned even wider as the monster's expression changed for the first time.

He turned and majestically marched to the center of the arena. The two monsters that were grappling each other immediately stopped and moved back with their heads bowed.

Northern gripped the hilt of the Mortal Blade and headed to the center, then he turned and awaited his angel of death.

The monster, slowly approached, its muscles rippling with every thunderous step it took.

It's form was massive, almost like Night Terror in a way but battered with scars and burns, it's bipedal strong legs moved one after the other until it was standing in front of Northern.

It yanked the axe from its back and slammed it on the floor, then rested both hands on its handle.

Northern raised a corner of his lips.

'Cocky bastard'