Chapter 128: Four S-Rankers

Chapter 128: Four S-Rankers



Like a veil of smoke, the steam created a soft barrier between the two, making it difficult to see each other clearly.

Lady Yu watched with a bashful expression as the young man picked up his clothes and began his walk to the exit. He didn't utter a single word.

She had questions. She wanted to open her mouth and ask him who he was, but the words caught in her throat.

She then remembered her meeting with Little God.

The Curse of Men-or Curse of Love-had been placed upon her, a curse that would stop her from falling in love with anyone but the "soulmate", which the Little God mentioned.

It was a thought that lingered in her mind constantly, causing her both fear and excitement. However, only one person was destined to be her soulmate.

She never expected to meet that person.

Now, she met someone she didn't feel absolutely disgusted with. The thought of him being her soulmate crossed her mind more often than she cared to admit.

"W..."

She wanted to speak, but it was like trying to find the right words in a language she didn't fully understand.

The young man didn't seem to hear her. He was already by the exit, pushing the vines out of the way with his left hand.

"Wait..." she said, but it was barely a whisper.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

It was already too late.

The young man had left the cave, the vines falling back into place in front of the entrance.

She looked disappointed, and her mouth closed in a defeated sigh. She didn't understand what was wrong with her.

This was the first time she was too nervous to speak.

When she met the Little God for the first time, she was less nervous than now.

It was like her heart was trying to escape from her chest.

Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump.

She still remembered his face so vividly-round, navy eyes widened in surprise, flesh flushed in a light pink, and lips slightly parted in awe-when she saw her black hair, she thought it needed a little trim, but she still thought that he was strangely attractive.

She had met all sorts of princes, kings, and holy men in her lifetime-most of them trying to become her suitor-and they were all good-looking, but there was something about him that stood out from the rest.

'Soulmate...'

...

Adam fast-walked down the forest path, his heart pounding against his chest like a drum.

'Why is she here? She never came to the Gathering before.'

It was impossible to forget the sight of her in the bath. It was almost like the sight was burned into his memory.

'Cursed... I was not ready to meet her.'

Adam clicked his tongue in frustration and leaped over some of the fallen trees.

island and never return.

At the frontlines, Arkham's axe shredded through the bodies of the creatures, his axe glowing

with a radiant glow of red.

The people awed at the strength of the S-ranker.

"What a monster, haha." Zahn laughed while fighting side-by-side with Digby. "You think Adam will become as much of a monster as Arkham one day?"

"Who knows? Focus on the present." Digby said while clashing swords with the Blackhearts.

After wiping out a tier 2 guild before the beach war, the Blackhearts took hold of their weapons. They were clumsy with them at first, but slowly, they began to show promise as

skilled fighters.

At that moment, they saw a white-haired woman leaping over them. She looked like a flying goddess; her movements were graceful and deadly.

Sapphira pulled the string on her bow and released a flurry of arrows.

Those arrows were clad with purple Kraft; therefore, as soon as they hit their target, the bodies of the Blackhearts exploded with holes. It was almost like they were hit by bullets! Sapphira, as soon as she landed in the midst of the Blackhearts, pulled out her silver sword from its sheath and cut through them with ease.

With that, the mercenaries pushed onward, and the Blackhearts struggled to hold their

ground.

At that moment, a sound of a horn and the marching of men came from the beach forest. From there, a group of black-clad mercenaries emerged, blood on their faces. "Men, kill these wretched creatures!" Mauricio shouted and swung his sword down.

The members of the Death Mercenaries flanked the Blackhearts, encircling them with the

other three guilds.

Calamity, with a grin on his face, sliced through the Blackhearts with his razor-sharp blade.

Soon, he came across a beautiful white-haired woman who was almost dancing around the battlefield, the blood dripping off her blades like a macabre waltz.

"Ah, what a pleasant surprise~" Calamity said to her with a flirtatious tone. "The Dancing

Blade, Sapphira, was it?"

"..." Sapphira remained silent, feeling his gaze undressing her in more ways than one.

Smash!

At that moment, an axe burst through a skull of Blackheart, which fell right beside Calamity's

feet.

Calamity's words got stuck in his throat as he saw the axe-wielding man arrive at the scene.

Arkham looked at Calamity with a cold gaze-a usual look for him-but Calamity didn't know

that, as he had never seen such a cold gaze before.

Those who were fighting alongside them realized something awe-inspiring.

There are currently four S-rankers in the same battlefield, fighting against same foe!

Most of them had never met S-rankers before. Now they met four at the same time!