Chapter 169 – Fighting a Saint Stage Expert (1/2)

Chapter 169 – Fighting a Saint Stage Expert

Damn, this guy is strong.

Calron thought while pulling the spear’s tip away from Mirane and feeling the resistance by the robed figure.

Although his opponent was at the Saint stage, in terms of physical strength, Calron was not far behind him. Once the tip was safely away from Mirane and Ellie, he let go of the spear and struck a punch to the figure’s arm with his remaining non-transformed hand.

“Kugh!”

The figure groaned in pain, but his hand remained fixed on the spear’s body. Calron could not see the figure’s expression as his face was covered by the robe’s hood, but from the timbre of the groan, it seemed to be a man in his thirties or so.

“Brat, I was going to kill that daughter of the tower lord first, but since you decided to butt in, I’ll take care of you first.”

The figure threatened in a deep voice, as he summoned another ice spear in his other hand. Wielding dual spears, the robed figure let out a laugh and charged straight at Calron.

This will be a tough one.

Calron could not gauge the exact cultivation level of his opponent, but he knew that the robed figure was at least at the second rank of the Saint stage.

In the blink of an eye, Calron’s body vanished from sight and reappeared directly behind the robed figure while he was still in motion. His golden claw stretched out towards the figure’s back, but before Calron could touch him, a deathly gas made of ice particles burst from the robed figure’s body, instantly freezing the tip of his claw.

“Fuck.”

Calron cursed as he swiftly retreated a few meters back and stared at the man in front of him.

“Be careful, he can expel freezing gas from his body!”

Mirane shouted from the side, gripping Ellie tight to her body.

You should have said that before…

Calron thought while throwing a wry smile at the blonde girl and returned his focus to the opponent in front.

“I never got to test it out before, but I think this is a good time as any.”

Calron smiled while the scales on his arm gradually receded until his arm returned back to normal. However, in the next instant, two small metal rods suddenly appeared in the open and attached themselves to each of his wrists.

The metal rods morphed into two dark mini-crossbows with a lightning bolt already notched on the weapons.

“You believe that a tiny crossbow like that could hurt me?”

The robed figure taunted, spinning the ice spears in his hands. Without giving Calron a chance to react, the figure raced towards him and leapt off the ground for an aerial strike.

Calron did not reply to the taunt and instead slowly aimed at the airborne enemy.

“Die.”

Calron whispered, his bright azure eyes boring into the robed figure as two bolts of lightning flashed from his hands.

“AAARRRRGGGHHHH!”

A wretched scream echoed throughout the battlefield, and a moment later, the robed figure tumbled to the ground, his black robes now stained red. Shortly following that, a quieter thud sounded in the area as a human-shaped arm landed right beside the robed figure.

Calron stared coldly at the fallen figure on the ground and prepared to finish him off with another bolt into his body.

The robed figure screamed with bloodlust while glaring at Calron, droplets of blood splashing on the dirt from the severed arm. He regretted underestimating the mini-crossbows as he chose not to dodge the attack even though he was fully capable of it. The robed figure simply wanted to show his opponent the difference in their levels, but the power play backfired and now he had lost his arm.

“I will rip your throat out, kid! Let me show you the might of a Saint stage expert!”

The robed figure growled, pulling back his hood with his remaining arm and slowly standing up on his feet. The robed figure was completely bald with vile-looking dark eyes.

He cursed when he saw the severed arm bleeding out in the dirt, but he had to take care of the boy before he attempted to reattach the limb.

“Too late.”