Chapter 315 Shameful Loss

Chapter 315 Shameful Loss

Northern got what Cal was trying to do, and really, that was smart. He had been fighting for so long that he had lost track of time.

The sky above was beginning to get bright, which meant that they were probably nearing morning. Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.com

If he was to evaluate it, he'd say that he had been fighting all night.

'It's just like that time...' his mind drifted towards the time he fought with monsters all night back at Lotheliwan stronghold.

This was a similar problem too.

'How do I increase my stamina...?'

Northern was beginning to consider basics which he had missed from the beginning, those drills and exercises that increase stamina.

'I would definitely do that should I leave this place right now. However, right now... I need a miracle...'

He was not even worried about fighting Cal; he could decide to just bring Koll into this fight and head to Raven.

But he wanted to fight Cal; he needed the experience.

'Then maybe I should send Pangu to Raven then,' Northern thought.

He straightened his back and summoned:

"Pangu."

Cal watched as black flames danced in front of Northern, and within their embrace rose a horned lithe figure with charcoaled body and red inscriptions running across its skin like tattoos.

The creature looked only at Northern and was on one knee.

"Find Raven, in that cave, and help her."

Pangu, however, knelt there, not moving.

'I figured...'

Since the summon did not know who Raven was, Northern had thought that it would have a hard time executing a command like that.

He had decided to try it to see Pangu's reaction. Apparently, there was no reaction at all.

Northern then pointed forward.

"Go to the depths of that mountain. Anyone trying to harm the black-haired girl with red eyes there, fight them back. Do not kill them, and your priority should be protecting the girl."

Cal looked nonchalant and just shrugged again.

Causing Northern to boil with more anger, he clenched his teeth and snarled furiously.

"I expected more! Don't give up just like that!!! You are a fucking Sage, damnit!!"

Cal solemnly looked at Northern, his expression was neither a smile nor a frown.

"Look, North. You are strong; it'd be pure stupidity to continue a battle that I know I will lose. Any Sage would face the same fate against a Master that can copy talent abilities."

Northern frowned and cocked his head with a grim glare.

"You're mistaken. I am no Master."

Cal looked at him. "What?"

"I am a Drifter rank. I'm not a Master... yet."

Cal frowned.

"There's no need for you to reduce yourself so low. There is no way a Drifter would have been able to match my movements and block my strikes like that."

Northern stared deeper into his eyes.

"Exactly, so please put up more fight, okay, and don't give up this time around."

Cal's face, as he realized Northern was being serious, only contorted into that of horror.

He, a Sage, had just lost to a Drifter rank?

'That's impossible!'

He couldn't have lost to a drifter, could he?

He looked at Northern one more time—who had a furious frown etched upon his pale facial features.

Cal could somewhat see it again.

He had mistaken him for a Master because he was able to stand his ground and had thought that Northern was just hiding his power and masking himself to be of lower rank.

But that was actually not the case. He really was of a low rank.

He was three ranks away from him. And yet...

Cal chuckled eerily with his hand shamefully covering his face.

"Ashhh.... This is so humiliating."