Chapter 546: Talent Harvest [Part 1]

Chapter 546: Talent Harvest [Part 1]



Northern grinned at the multiple panels that appeared before his eyes as the elves prepared to attack him.

All of them, at once, remarkably using their talent abilities with the weapons they wielded.

[Do you want to copy Talent: A Thousand Wind Blade (A) for 300 Talent fragments?] [Do you want to copy Talent: Air Barrier(C) for 100 Talent fragments?]

[Do you want to copy Talent: Tidal Wave(B) for 200 Talent fragments?]

[Do you want to copy Talent: Windless Star(A) for 300 Talent fragments?]

And many more Northern saw, all appearing before his eyes simultaneously, thanks to the crew of elves ready to attack.

Each of them was coated in the aura of their essence, exuding a threatening intent with their form of attack.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Northern twirled Stainless in one hand, skillfully handling the lightning Odachi despite its difference in feel.

He thought for a moment whether to use Grengar and subtly shook his head.

"That'd be a cheat right now."

"What are you muttering to yourself about? It's too late to regret it now!" the leader of the cult yelled.

He extended his hand forward, grimly commanding, "Everyone, eradicate this cretin."

Instantly, the entire atmosphere was drowned in tension. Every elf moved.

However, Northern was no longer there.

The leader's eyes widened belatedly as he flung his hand to parry Northern's sword.

He staggered back, unable to contain the force that vibrated in his hands. His palms hurt as if he had struck a colossal bell with heavy steel.

His muscles almost instinctively dropped the sword, but he clenched tighter as he stabilized his footing.

The elves, their eyes burning with madness, wasted no movement as they saw where Northern had turned out to be. They all pivoted and shot towards him.

Northern grinned for a moment as they dove at him. The closest one finally lunged his spear at Northern's back, thinking he surely had a clean hit.

He finally turned his attention to the stealth elf who kept striking but to no avail.

"Black Lance."

The Black Lance didn't just cleave the elf's body into three parts horizontally; the cleave went all the way to the wall behind, cleanly cutting through the underground all the way to the ocean that surrounded Arcadia.

It meant that beneath Arcadia was three smooth cleave of the ground that could affect the

entire foundation of the city anytime, any day.

The leader of the elves saw this and felt cold sweat on his body.

There was nothing human about the way Northern was dealing with the elves.

'How? How is this possible? We are the mighty elves of Stuart; we are not like these cretins. We are superior in soul essence and have a stronger connection to the shape and trueness of our soul. We have mastered the art of talent utilization. And still, this human... how is he dealing with us like we are cockroaches?'

Northern wasn't even giving them time to act. Every attack either stopped in the air, was easily deflected, or the attacker's hands were already flying into the air before the attacks themselves were completed.

Gore splattered and sprayed with every movement and flash of his figure. And yet there were few that he would intentionally leave.

All the leader of the cult could see at some point were flashes and afterimages of the white- haired, young human.

The agonizing cries of his comrades paralyzed him. He froze there, his eyes trembling as Northern crudely dealt with every single one of them.

Northern wrenched his blade free from the last elf, splashing crimson gore across the ground

with the swing of his sword.

He then met the gaze of the leader, who was the only one he had not touched.

Black flames ignited on the shiny odachi, dulling the sheen of its blade. Simultaneously,

yellow sparks danced around the length of the blade.

Northern took gentle steps towards the man.

"So, are you ready to start talking? Where is my mother?"

He stopped and extended the sword directly to the man's face.