nownovels Chapter 150: Massacre Of Silva [6]
Chapter 150: Massacre Of Silva [6]
"Huff...huff...Two more to go" Aric muttered to himself.
Just as he was about to attack, stumbling a couple of steps, Aric lost control of one of his legs and took a knee to the ground.
"Akhhh...damn it, not yet!"
Screaming, Aric cursed as he felt all the muscles in his body spasm uncontrollably.
An electrifying pain coursed through his body, threatening to ruin his sanity.
It was so painful that he could barely scream in pain.
His body was riddled with cuts, and his clothes were dyed red in blood.
...but that wasn't the only reason why he was suffering so much. The muscles within his body were in even worse shape as they continuously spasmed and shook.
"N-o!"
Clenching his teeth and suppressing the pain coursing through his body, Aric couldn't help but be reminded of his most recent days when he trained every day.
Because of how much he wanted to catch up to Adrian, Aric increased the intensity of his workout.
...in the end, all of his excessive training resulted in his body becoming more fatigued and sluggish compared to when he was in his prime.
Even though he consumed potions continuously, potions couldn't fully heal the micro-tears in his muscles that came from overworking himself.
The only cure for that was rest.
But because Aric was blinded by power, he neglected that and as such resulted in his current conditions.
His every movement hurt like hell, and despite trying his best to not think about it and ignore it, the pain was slowly becoming sharper and more acute with each passing second.
"Hey, are you okay-" Lucas could not complete what he wanted to say, because one of the black-clad individuals attacked him.
An image flickered beside him.
BAM!
A bright light exploded before him. With a thump, a piercing sound of metal hitting against soft flesh resounded.
Lucas's eyes popped out, and his lips opened wide as out of nowhere, the person with the metallic gauntlet hit him in his gut.
His eyesight blurred, and before he could recover, a punch thrashed his face with a loud bang.
As his body slumped down on the ground, the enemy pulled him up by grabbing his hair.
Swaying his knee backwards, he then slammed it against Lucas's stomach.
BAM!
A strong gust emerged due to the hit.
BLUERGHH!
His stomach churned, emptying the digestive juices coupled with blood as his body fell to the ground.
As he fell, his, head became blank and his vision turned bloody.
The man clicked his tongue in displeasure and stared at his partner walking over to Aric.
Aric's broadsword collided with the assailant's metallic gauntlet, creating sparks that illuminated the grim surroundings. The relentless dance of blades and gauntlets intensified as if the corridor itself bore witness to the clash between unbroken spirits.
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Other black-clad individuals did not notice a sudden change in Aric, as his full focus was on Lucas.
TASH!
The man before him slapped his cheek and then kicked him to the ground.
"Boy lay low."
"You should know your place."
He commanded like a haughty Lord but seeing Lucas lashing his hands and feet like fish who had just been taken out of the water, his anger flared up.
Lowering himself, he pulled Lucas's hair.
"Ahhh!"
A burning sensation coursed through his scalp, which was followed by another slap.
SLAP!
"Wait until we get you back to our base, I don't why we have to take this shitty mission but because of you, many of us died." He said with anger in his voice.
SLAP!
Lucas's cheeks swell and he even felt one of his teeth loosened in his socket.
"You are nothing."
Lucas, who was groaning, clenched his fist and bit his lips.
Anger surged in his heart.
At that moment...
He felt something.
Lucas felt an intense amount of hatred for this man!
The man was about to slap again Lucas, but he stopped himself and jumped back from Lucas.
-Swoosh!
Lucas instantly appeared next to the man, his sword aimed at his neck but the man was able to evade in time.
Then round two began!
Lucas fought with a tenacity born from the brink of defeat. Despite the odds stacked against him, he evaded the calculated strikes of his opponent, his reflexes sharpened by the urgency of survival. Each parry and counterattack carried the weight of resilience and a desire to overcome adversity.
-Thwack! -Crash!
The sounds of combat resonated through the confined space, a testament to the unyielding spirit that refused to bow before torment. Aric and Lucas, driven by newfound strength and determination, transformed their plight into a fierce confrontation against those who sought to crush their spirits.
Aric's eyes, filled with unwavering resolve, met the gaze of his assailant. In that exchange, an unspoken declaration of defiance echoed—a proclamation that they would not be broken. The assailant, no longer revealing in sadistic pleasure, found themselves facing adversaries who had discovered a wellspring of strength within.
As the battle unfolded, the tide began to turn, and the assailants found themselves on the defensive. The momentum shifted, and the corridor became a stage for the clash between the unbroken and those who had underestimated the resilience of the human spirit.