TOTCF2

Chapter 39: The First Law of the Hunt (2)

First young lady Mineh subconsciously opened her mouth.

“Hunters-”

It was at that moment.

Crack.

They heard something break.

The man with the character for blood on his chest… Eruhaben’s golden mana rope binding him broke.

Cale’s eyes observed the red aura coming out of the man.

The Fire of Purification. This was a red aura mixed with a bit of black, slightly different from the red aura used by the people of the Church of the Fire of Purification.

Anybody would be able to tell that this aura looked ominous.

That red aura had ripped the gold mana rope.

– Cale!

The Super Rock called out in shock.

Cale and the Blood Cultist…

The moment the two of their eyes met… The now free Blood Cultist’s hand was heading toward Cale’s neck.

The Hunters.

The man’s aura had changed the moment he said that word.

It had changed from a regular person to that of a martial artist. His aura had changed so much that it was noticeable.

‘Mm!’

In those short few seconds…

Cale had not expected Eruhaben’s mana rope to break so easily.

‘Shield!’

Cale immediately tried to cast the Indestructible Shield. Although he had not had any break, he still had about fifty percent of his strength left despite causing 2,500 percent damage.

‘!’

However, Cale stopped his movement despite his eyes being wide open.

Baaaaang!

The now white sand shot up into the air.

– As expected of Choi Han!

The cheapskate commented in admiration while Cale blankly watched for a moment.

Choi Han, who had approached at some point, had grabbed the Blood Cultist by the back of his neck and slammed him into the ground.

Crunch.

He then grabbed the hand that had been aiming for Cale’s neck and twisted it back. It twisted in a direction it should not twist in.

Basically, the arm was broken.

‘H, how swift?’

Choi Han’s reaction had been much faster than Cale had expected. It was as if he had been warily waiting for this to happen.

Cale and Choi Han made eye contact.

Cale slightly nodded his head to tell Choi Han that he did a good job. Choi Han smiled innocently, almost as if he was embarrassed, to show that it was nothing.

“…Scary bastards……”

The Fourth Imperial Prince mumbled but Cale didn’t even care about that at all.

‘How surprising.’

It was because there was something else that was catching his attention.

“You didn’t even groan.”

The Blood Cultist… He had not screamed or groaned even once while his head was shoved into the sand and his arm was twisted.

“Let’s look at his face.”