Refining the Heavens 4 (炼天四)

Chapter 17: Rakshasa

The power behind each swing of Kairos' arms was unmeasurable, and except for light, heat, and sound, there was no energy lost during the attack.

Saint Academy had once judged a student's control of strength this way.

Though the instructors did not teach them any methods to maximise one's strength as they likely did not know any ways themselves, Kairos had a previous experience in doing so.

During the Orc siege, he had been influenced by Tommy's fighting spirit and went into a battle trance.

His every move, every step, and every strike, was soundless.

The only leakage of energy was an eerie soft glow that accompanied his every slash with his Swallow.

He was in a combat revelation stupor at that time, but he did not forget the feeling and studied it for years.

Though Kairos did not manage to recreate the entire process, his destructive strength had increased several folds.

So focused was his power that only what he target was destroyed.

There wasn't a tremor when he struck, nor great gusts of wind when he rained blows down, but there was a frightening restrain that stole the breath away of all who saw their terrible battle.

As barbarians living in a land filled with monstrous creatures, they are used to brutal encounters. Their terrain is harsh to say the least, and their environment mould them into powerful External Practitioners; it was necessary for their Ki to permeate every fiber in their body, protecting them from the biting everwinter.

It couldn't be helped that their fights are more physical than the Saint Empire's practitioners that favours inner Ki, and the Silent Lambs Empire which has the sweltering Sahara desert, where people don't move if they could.

But, this savagery that Kairos displayed. It was something they never seen before and it chilled them to the bones.

They were absolutely silent as their lord was killed before their eyes, fearing that by breathing too loudly they might break that unnatural restrain that Kairos is showing, and it may kill them all.

There were sound, sparks, and slight movements of air when every blow of the Sixty-four Fiend Slayer Strikes connected, but the strength hidden within the impacts caused the onlookers to pale. To have that much power yet so little disturbance did not make sense.

Their Barbarian Lord looked as like a ragged doll smashed repeatedly by a King Sky Cow instead of a man, much less with the strength of a boy.

The unnatural physical phenomenon caused the grunts to falter. When the first among them broke ranks, the rest followed like receding tides.

A smile appeared on Kairos' face.

This was the effect that he was aiming for.

Every time a stronger warrior or a commander from the Frosthral arrives, someone from the Snowdrifts will neutralise the threat and cause the enemy to waver.

It gave them a short period of rest and allowed them to continue fighting longer while waiting for their reinforcements.

In the past two days, they have seen twelve War Chiefs, fifty over Chiefs, and three Barbarian Lords.

They could ignore most Barbarian Chiefs now since the majority of them are minor Chiefs with only a hundred or two subordinates.

The Barbarian War Chiefs are more dangerous. Each time they arrive, they bring along ten thousand soldiers with them. Unless the Snowdrifts kill the leader, it is hard to maintain against that many.