Swordmaster's Youngest Son

Chapter 164: Remnants of the Dark Magic Association (5)

Crumble!

Every time Goltep’s hammer fell to the floor, rocks exploded, and shards flew everywhere. Seeing the crater on the floor, Enya gulped, and Jin confidently dodged.

It was leisurely for Jin, but a little too close for comfort for Enya. It was unavoidable, since her eyes weren’t adjusted to the movement of a 7-star.

“Brother!”

“Stay back, Austin.”

Enya shouted frantically, but Jin felt a shocking feeling through his spine. He could feel his entire body shuddering.

Boom, crash, crack!

The massive hammer restlessly slammed on the floor and minced it. Every time Goltep recoiled for another swing, there was a sound of wind.

The hammer moved erratically. White Wolf Tribesmen held weapons before they even walked, and Goltep was a veteran who had over three hundred battles’ worth of experience.

From the left to the right, right to the left, then left to the right again. The trajectory scarily chased Jin’s dodges. The hammer danced through the air, basically summarizing all of the experiences from past battles.

There was flow amongst his movements as well. The swings were optimized to crush the opponent. Only high-achieving warriors wouldn’t recognize the niche.

And Jin was one of those high-achieving warriors. No wonder his body was shuddering.

‘Since when was dodging the enemy’s attacks so exasperating?’

The only thing that had been successfully crushed during the thirty seconds of rapid swinging was the floor. The scattering rocks didn’t even skim Jin.

‘How long will you evade like a rat?’

Goltep wasn’t dumb enough to say those words. From his sparkling sapphire eyes, astonishment grew.

“...Amazing!”

Stopping his swings, he looked into Jin’s eyes. Goltep’s breaths were the same as before he started swinging.

“Who are you? I have never heard of someone as young as you who rose to the main stage of warriors. Are you fooling people with your disguise?”

“Think whatever you want.”

“I can no longer classify you as just any hunting game. You are worthy of sacrificing to Javier’s Altar.”

The greatest warrior in beastman history, the White Wolf Tribe’s Javier. He was a figure of respect across other beastmen, but considered a god amongst the White Wolf Tribe.

There were only two reasons someone would sacrifice another to the altar. Either the enemy was strong enough to fight for honor, or they were a Runcandel.

Goltep thought of Jin as the former.

“I, Goltep Hafalep, will put the honor of the entire Hafalep Tribe to fight you. As compensation, bet your soul to Javier.”

“It seems the Kinzelo group allows free religion.”

“Of course. It’s actually a great regime. It’s a shame we won’t work together.”

Wooooooong!

Goltep’s hammer grew, an inconceivably bright light shining on his serious face.

“So it’s for real now. Well, if your shoddy swings were all you had, that would have been pathetic.”

Another layer of aura engulfed Bradamante. Jin's eyes sharpened. He took a deep breath, and Bradamante made the first echo. The blade that remained stationary near Jin’s face suddenly flew towards Goltep like an arrow.