Chapter 687 Unfair

WHOOSH!

Matriarch R'An'Alnen narrowly evaded a wave of homing breath projectiles leaving behind an inferno. Her clothes had long burned off, revealing her naked feminine red line-ladened body. Yet it did not inspire lust, merely fear as one could nearly see power itself condensing within her body, the same power that allowed her to leave infernos in her step that could burn down an entire village!

WHOOSH

Matriarch R'An'Alnen dodged yet another attack, yet her eyes widened as she surveyed the area to a shocking discovery.

She was trapped!

No matter where she looked, she was beset by attacks that weaved a closing net together, preventing her from escaping in any direction.

The smirk on Senior Ceeran's face angered her as she realized that he had been carefully planning for this. He had launched the right number of attacks in the right manner, manipulating their trajectories such that he could eventually cut off all paths of escape!

She gritted her teeth, whipping her leg in a rotating kick as she created a small inferno around her, attempting to intercept the attack.

BOOM!!!

A tremendous explosion of wind and fire emerged with her at the epicenter. The explosion was so large, that it rapidly expanded to the ground, despite the fact that it originated in the sky!

The ball of wind and fire could not only be seen across the entire island but could also be seen nearly a hundred kilometers away at sea!

"Cough... Cough..." The Matriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe coughed. Every inch of her skin was bruised, and she was bleeding from multiple areas. Her body possessed a mild healing factor, however, it would not do much in the short term.

And the short term was her biggest obstacle to overcome.

She immediately tried lashing out from that area, refusing to fall victim to the same trap again.

Yet, she discovered, it was too late.

Senior Ceeran had already prepared yet another powerful wave of attacks even as she had been bombarded by the previous set of attacks.

"It's over," Senior Ceeran smirked as a giant wave of wind enveloped her location preventing her from escaping.

BOOM!

A humungous blast of wind arose. The attack would have undoubtedly ravaged her already battered body. After all, she was not a defensive Martial Artist at all. Her lean and petite body was extremely able to maneuver around the atmosphere aerodynamically, yet it was not conducive to withstanding barrages of potent projectiles blasting her across her entire body.

Yet something was off.

Senior Ceeran froze, pausing his next attack as his eyebrows furrowed.

"Tsk," He tutted in irritation as he saw a second figure standing beside the battered matriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe. "Two on one... this not fair."

"Everything is fair in love and war." The patriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe replied to Senior Ceeran's broken Vilun, turning toward his mate.

Senior Ceeran inspected the newcomer. He had a gargantuan body, unlike his partner. It was rather clear that his Martial Path was most certainly not centered around speed and agility.

"YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET EVER COMING TO THIS ISLAND!" The wounded matriarch roared as her aura soared.

Yet the two of them froze suddenly froze as their senses were rocked by an incredibly potent burst of pressure.

Senior Ceeran's smile was gone. His expression grew graver and increasingly severe as the glowing red lines that wound about his body began glowing even brighter as his. His eyes become increasingly bloodshot, growing redder by the second.

"You're right, nothing is fair. Just like this battle," He told them. "You two are no match for me."

He exhaled deeply, launching breath projectiles that were more than twice as large as before!

The eyes of the K'ulnen Martial Seniors widened as they realized that despite their numeric advantage, they needed to go all-out with the risk of death if they wanted to win!

The glowing lines cracking across the skin of the patriarch instantly emerged as his expression grew severe. He had emerged, thinking that the battle was as good as done, with his partner and him double-teaming Senior Ceeran.

He rushed forward, accumulating momentum as he prepared an attack. Senior Ceeran narrowed his eyes at the sight. He knew that he couldn't deal with the man the same way he dealt with the matriarch.

He moved his fingers as he launched a powerful breath attack at the man. He didn't even bother broadening it to prevent him from trying to dodge it, he knew the man wouldn't dodge it.

He was right.

The patriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe confidently rushed forward at the attack, shaking the atmosphere with each step as he threw a powerful kick.

BOOM!!!

A gigantic wind explosion expanded outwards as the patriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe was flung away.

A shocked expression emerged on his face when he realized that Senior Ceeran possessed the power to push him back!

The patriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe was a power-oriented striking Martial Artist, his Martial Path was core-driven striking. he had developed the core of his body to an extreme degree and empowered each strike and even every movement with it in a manner similar to Outer Convergence.

Yet Senior Ceeran had not only neutralized his attack but also the moment that the patriarch had gathered.

All while simultaneously fighting his partner with volleys of attacks in the exact opposite direction.

('How is he so strong?') The man tried to conceal his shock as he rushed in for another attack. He could not let up his offense for even a second, otherwise, his already injured partner might die!

The patriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe was more than a hundred years old, and yet he had never come across a Martial Artist this strong. None of the other Martial Seniors on the island could possibly fight both the matriarch and patriarch of the K'ulnen Tribe simultaneously, and not only not get suppressed, but also push back and even gain an upper hand in battle!