Slowing down his steps, Alano was walking towards the orc in a half-ruined state; delivering the final blow of a battle that was over in his eyes was truly a troublesome situation.
"You're going to croak in a bit, yet that smirk on your filthy face is still right where it was; do you think you'll die more honorably this way?"
Although the young warrior tried not to break his superior attitude, the movement of the gray-haired orc who had fallen into a helpless state in front of him had angered him a bit; for this reason, he made a slash with his treasure sword without prolonging the business.
While everyone expected the heart-wrenching sound of metal smashing bone, a cold metallic ringing would echo in the silenced battlefield; Alyon had met the incoming attack with his double-headed giant weapon.
"So this freak in your hand hasn't broken yet; let's see how long it can endure against my treasure sword!"
Alano had given all his attention to the business of shattering the axe-like weapon constantly appearing before him; he was landing his blows one after another at a speed normal people couldn't catch with their eyes.
Sparks accompanying the ear-grating sound were scattered around ceaselessly for a duration of about twenty breaths. Such a light was coming out that, for some reason, when the young warrior retreated two steps, those around could only turn their gazes back to the struggle.
"No, this can't be real!"
While Alano was looking at his sword about which he bragged endlessly, he would scream pathetically; some of the sweat dripping from his face, after falling onto the broad surface of the sword, was leaking towards the ground from the newly formed crack.
"Treasure my ass, look here so those ignorant eyes of yours can see what a treasure is!"
As soon as Alyon grasped the handle of the giant weapon in his hand, he raised it to the sky above his head with a single hand; a second later, when he pointed it at the young warrior, his opponent's reaction would astonish all the soldiers around.
The giant weapon possessing two heads as an axe and a hammer had a mark where these two sides joined.
Two letters 'R' enclosed in a square frame were carefully engraved back to back on the metal body.
"Abarran's Enemy Rs, how can they be in your hands? Where would a filthy orc find the weapon of the Hell Realm's most famous blacksmith?"
Even in his wildest dreams, Alano couldn't have thought he would see Abarran's Legendary Weapon in the hands of an orc, his opponent on a backward continent like the Wild Swamp; what kind of bad karma had his ancestors caused?
Only his enemy, the orc, could hear the young warrior cursing his bad luck while mumbling inside his mouth; the reason for this was that Alyon had already stood up and come up to twenty paces close to his adversary.
Some of the wounds he received were healing at a visible speed; the Black Lily warrior, trying to make his mind accept what he was currently seeing, would completely lose control with this event.
"Die!"
"Soul Storm!"
This time Alano was very serious; even though he knew it would hinder his development in the future, he had spent another thirty percent of his accumulated soul essence in this attack.
"That happens only once, lion, watch yourself!"
The ugly faces of the souls coming upon him would make Alyon shout with ambition; turning the crescent-shaped head of his giant weapon, the hulking orc took a confident stance.
Fluctuations starting small at first in the air around the gray-haired orc warrior had increased dramatically a few breaths before the Soul Storm technique reached him.
Alyon was almost like the center of a vortex; green energy currents filtering through the fluctuations were ceaselessly entering inside his body.
At the same time, the surroundings of the Legendary Weapon made by Abarran were covered with a dark green aura. Before the enemy's technique reached him, the orc warrior, the man at the center of all events, was making his attack.
The moment the great vortex created by the screaming souls collided with the crescent-shaped head of the weapon in Alyon's hand, time stopped; two opposing forces entering a relentless struggle aimed to destroy each other.
Those watching were seeing the soul attack hitting the orc's axe weaken a bit more with every breath; finally, letting out a crazy war cry, the hulking orc would complete his swing and cut through the attack coming upon him.
The Soul Storm technique Alano performed using thirty percent of his soul essence had dispersed as if it never existed before; in return, the green-colored energy separating from his weapon along with Alyon's attack was advancing towards his enemy, having taken the shape of the moon in the night sky.
Seeing this, the color would drain from the young warrior's face; although he used the accumulation of years, the attack he performed had dispersed, and on top of that, a fear had settled in his heart with the pressure of the attack of his enemy whom he treated like dirt.
Since he belonged to the cream of the crop of the Black Lily Clan's young generation, the armor on him was good enough that people in these lands couldn't even use it in their dreams, but compared to his adversary's weapon, they could only be counted as scrap metal.
"Soul Shield!"
Falling into a desperate situation, Alano would spend another thirty percent of his soul essence without hesitation to create the soul shield surrounding him in the shape of a dome.
He had consumed so much soul essence that blood was leaking from the corners of his mouth in two thin lines; his magnificent clothes forcing those who saw them to bow their heads were now covered in blood.
"Even if it's the last thing I do, I will kill you!"
While the green energy attack was about to hit the shield, the young warrior had made his move to take the teleportation stone he would use for escape into his hand; according to his plan, he would ward off the incoming danger with his shield and send himself to the safe zone.
The proud young warrior wanted to flee like the Grey Hyena commanders he humiliated due to their actions to save their own lives before; although he couldn't admit it to himself, this time he had tried to swallow a bite bigger than he could chew.
No matter what, as long as he managed to live, a solution for everything could be found; first, he had to break the escape crystal he took in his hand.
Expecting to get away from this damned place by turning into a light beam, Alano, unfortunately, had only been able to see the glow of the green energy shining in front of his eyes.
Just as the crescent-shaped attack hit the Soul Shield, it dispersed it and, without losing any speed, ripped off and threw away the right side of the Black Lily Clan's warrior.
What a coincidence that the escape crystal, which was Alano's last hope, was also in his hand on this side; when the part from the shoulder down separated from him, the gray-colored stone would fall to the ground along with them.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
Intermittent gasps for breath followed the scream, which was the manifestation of a pain penetrating to the bone, groaning in the sky dome; the arrogant youth was so tired and finished that he could only breathe as if his lung would be pierced.
"Look at you now; not too long, just a moment ago, you thought the small mountains were created by you!"
Seeing the state of his enemy whom he came upon, Alyon started speaking in disgust; as an orc warrior, these were the types he disliked the most. First, they would talk high and mighty, and then they would die miserably at his hands.
"I guess you thought yourself in the backyard of the clan you came from; you thought you were living the sunny noon time where you played warrior together with mama's boys resembling you, didn't you?"
No matter how hard it was for Alano to accept, the words of the green creature wandering around him like the Grim Reaper were very true.
This was his first exit to the outside world, and in this place he came to, he was constantly with types who couldn't even come close to him, let alone be his equal.
As a result of the self-destruction of the pressure and inferiority created by the students ranking above him in his clan, he had been experiencing the intoxication of his existing power for a long time.
"Pehlivan, this is yours now! Just leave his head behind, that's enough!"
Alano was expecting the hulking orc to make the final strike; when he shook off the thoughts in his mind, he would see him turning his back and walking away.
A hope sprouted suddenly in his heart; maybe they wanted to take him as a prisoner. If this happened, it meant he was saved; the only thing he had to do would be to wait for Lord Galeno to come and rescue him.
His eyes would shine with the vitality of life; until the moment he saw the brown bear possessing claws bigger than his own head making a strike towards him.