Chapter 83 Flames Of Hatred (3)

The other soldiers flinched when they saw that, while the target's soldiers were being slaughtered pretty easily, the leader of that group was many levels above the others. Defeating him won't be easy… Still, the dark-haired man stepped forward, and the bald man raised his guard. He recognized a worthy foe, even if it was just a low-life scum who wanted his magic items.

The bald man dashed toward the dark-haired man and then swung his sword, but his foe jumped backward instantly and with a fluid motion that made him frown. He looked pretty young, but the dark-haired man wasn't an ordinary swordsman…

The bald man didn't give up so easily… he charged again and again while swinging his sword with such speed that the air around his weapon froze the rain droplets, creating an ice slice that flew toward his target. Still, the dark-haired man just lowered his posture a little bit and dodged it.

The bald man clicked his tongue in annoyance. His enemy was too fast but probably wasn't strong enough. So, he was trying to drag the battle out to make him lose his stamina and then finish him off. He wasn't the first who tried that, but he certainly was the one who had the most chances of succeeding. The bald man couldn't let himself die that easily, and even though it was a bit risky, he decided to go all out. He began to pass all his mana into the sword, and then the weapon started to emit even more cold air. It didn't take long for a circle of ice to appear around him. That was the power of that sword… the more mana the user puts into it, the colder it can emit, and if the user wishes for it, he can make all that energy explode and freeze everything within hundred meters of radius.

The invaders began to sweat cold since they had heard of that ability. Still, the dark-haired man maintained his neutral expression. He knew that there was no reason to panic. The real attack only comes when he swings his sword downward. The bald man frowned when he saw the assassin just waiting for the attack. Unless he was an idiot, waiting for the attack was suicide. The bald man was fairly famous, so many enemies ran for their lives when they saw the sword absorbing mana, and yet… the dark-haired did nothing.

"Could it be… he is waiting for the attack to do something?"

That was insane. No one could approach him with that much in his sword. Everything around him was turning into ice, and if a human approached, they would get some severe frostbites. In the end, the bald man confirmed his suspicions… a bit too late, but he did it. When he raised his sword to attack, the young dark-haired man disappeared, and then the bald man felt a sharp pain in his neck.

Before he could swing down his sword and freeze the entire encampment, the bald man lost all the strength in his body and fell backward. Blood began to gush from his neck like a fountain, and when he saw the dark-haired man appearing in front of him.

"You monster… you will doom us all… And…"

Before the bald man could finish his words, the dark-haired man stepped on his head and cracked his skull. The brutal scene made everyone around shocked, and the first ones to react had been the followed of the leader of the camp. They dashed toward him, but before they could do anything, the dark-haired man had obtained the magic sword and swung it toward them, freezing several of them in a row. However, before he could finish them off, the dark-haired man felt danger and then a sharp pain in several places around his body.

When he looked toward it, the man saw several bolts piercing his body, and when he looked around, he saw his temporary allies pointing crossbows toward them.

"You all will pay for this… I hate traitors more than anything."

The dark-haired man joined that mission because a certain clan leader was worried about the power that the bald man was harnessing. He also promised the dark-haired man some money, and the items of the target would go to him if he were to defeat him. The clan leader had a good reputation, so the dark-haired man never thought he would give his pawns the order to attack him like that at such a moment.

When they tried to attack again, the dark-haired man disappeared, and then suddenly he fell on one of the soldiers and pierced his back until he became an ice statue. Bolts began to rain down on him, but he blocked them using the ice statue.

"You guys, your friends, your allies, your families… I will kill them all for this."

The dark-haired man began his massacre, and he didn't stop, even when his former allies began to run away. Even though that consumed a lot of his time, he chased each one of them, and once that was done, he headed toward their camp.

While he had less mana and Proficiency using that sword and its power than its previous owner, the dark-haired man still used that technique to freeze their entire camp. Few people managed to resist the attack and those who didn't have enough power to defeat the dark-haired man. In the blink of an eye, he killed hundreds of humans. Even though he shouldn't have due to the current situation of their species, he couldn't quench his rage without doing that. Still, things only started there. The dark-haired man left the area and looked for those related to the ones he had just killed. He won't stop until he makes a point and shows to those who might screw with him how far he is willing to go for his revenge. For several days, he hunted those targets nonstop, and the battles only increased the allies of those also trying to get in his way. Those who wanted to punish a criminal and those who wanted to avenge their friends and relatives all tried to hunt him. Still, they ended up increasing the dead count up to one thousand.

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