Tempest of the Battlefield

Chapter 484: A Mechanic's Threat

Translator: Oneshotwonder Editor: Hitesh_

Eighteen Hammers!

This was the coup de grace of Nihlathak. It was obvious that the Hammer had taught his son well.

Despite the deadly attack he was facing, Duo Lun remained motionless with his eyes closed.

"Zenn!"

A glint of Blade Aura suddenly shot out of Hawk's blade, beaming directly at Duo Lun's throat.

At this moment of life and death, Duo Lun finally moved, and the timing was perfect. He slid underneath the silvery curve that the blade aura had traced out in the air, feeling the wind that blade aura had stirred up press against his hair.

He did not look like a level eleven fighter, but resembled someone who was much more experienced and powerful.

Hawk followed his attack with more hacks and slashes, his movement getting wider and losing fluidity. He always had been living under the wings of his father, and therefore, he rarely had any experience in real combat. After having missed many attacks, he felt annoyed and ashamed. Ignoring finesse and technique, he picked up the speed and intensity of his attack in order to bring the match to an end.

The Battle Wolf cheered after seeing the tide of the battle turning. Tan Bu looked to Wang Tong; he knew that the turn of events was because of Furface.

"Is this really Eighteen Hammers? It looks like Eighteen Rabid Dogs!" Tan Bu blurted out his insults. Hawk heard Tan Bu's words loud and clear, and a sudden burst of anger singed his throat, distracting him. In a blink, he caught a glimpse of white flash at the corner of his eyes, and then felt the coldness of steel against his neck. While he was distracted, Duo Lun's blade had pierced through his defense and rested one-tenth of an inch away from his neck.

Finally, Duo Lun opened his eyes. No one spoke a word in the arena, as they were all stunned by the victory of a level eleven against a level sixteen fighter. Marcos could not believe his eyes, but he swallowed down the defeat and quickly gathered himself as he said, "Hehe, Bother Dongyang's team is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Impressive! You have won this round."

Everyone around Marcos could feel the bitterness in his words. After hearing Marcos' announcement, Duo Lun sheathed his blade. He felt joyful, but not proud, since Wang Tong had instructed every move of his. Nonetheless, it was a good feeling to be considered a powerful fighter, although he was still far from it by a long chalk.

Even the warriors of the Battle Wolf were caught off guard by Duo Lun's victory. They would have never thought that the usually quiet and amiable Duo Lun was, in fact, one of the most powerful fighters amongst them.

Ye Zi knew something was amiss, so she sneaked a glance at furface and found a joyful smirk on his face, a proof that he was responsible for what had happened on the stage.

As everyone thought that the second round of match was over, they heard an angry roar from Hawk as he attacked Duo Lun from behind.

"Kom!"

A fireball hit squarely at Duo Lun's face, and the latter collapsed to the ground.

It was Guan Dongyang who had sent that fireball in order to defend his soldier from the sneak attack from behind. As the leader of the battle wolf, it was his duty to watch over his soldiers.

"Captain Marcos, please discipline your soldiers!" Guan Dongyang protested with a stone cold voice.

Marcos' face turned red like a lobster in a frying pan. Honesty, or at least its perception, was the most important quality while dealing with other factions. Hawk's action was outright shameful. If he were not Nihlathak's son, Marcos would have done away with him there and then. Plus, what kind of level sixteen soldier would fail to evade the most ordinary mastery spell?

Marcos was so ashamed that he failed to find any word in his mouth.

Nihlathak finally stood up and snorted at Guan Dongyang. "Young man, you are too presumptuous for your own good!"

"At least I don't think that I can get away with anything just because of my dad!" Guan Dongyang rose to the comment.

"Good, very good! Let me teach you a lesson today, young man! Marcos, I think you can save the rest of the eight matches and let me fight with this insolent boy to determine the owner of the rest of the loot!"

Nihlathak was the oldest and the most powerful in the camp, and therefore, he was offended by Guan Dongyang talking back. In a fit of anger, he announced a daring proposal.

Marcos' face lit up with glee; the situation was taking a turn in his favor.

"I will let you decide, Mr. Nihlathak," Marcos announced lightheartedly. If both of them agreed with the Hammer's proposal, it was the same as having Nihlathak, his best champion in this tournament, fighting for him for eight rounds instead of one.

As Marcos expected, Nihlathak insisted on his plan.

Guan Dongyang's mind raced. If he agreed to the proposal, he would be locked up with a level twenty warrior in a confined space, and his chance of winning was zero. However, he conceded that there was no other option, and he had to do it at this point.

"Captain, I can help you fight this round."

A voice rang at the back of Battle Wolf's soldiers. A young man with unruly beard stepped forward. Marcos frowned, as he could not recognize this face. One of his assistants pressed close to his ear and whispered something to him. But on hearing that, his puzzled frown didn't go away.

A mechanic? Absurd!

Guan Dongyang was caught by surprise. The moment Furface walked into the battlefield, he would be dead.

"Furface, step back! This is not funny!" Ye Zi urged with an edge in her voice.

Lie Xuan watched the events unfold with a smirk on her face. Earlier, a level eleven soldier had defeated a level sixteen, and now, a mechanic was going to challenge a level, twenty warriors? Ha! Things were getting more and more interesting!

Guan Dongyang was about to shot back at Furface when a voice rang in his ear. "Brother Dongyang, it has been a while since we last met on the Ark. Let me help you this time!"

The familiar voice sent a tremor to Guan Dongyang's body before he even realized who the voice belonged to. After half a second, hope lit up in Guan Dongyang's eyes.

It had been five years, so how could he have forgotten the man who faced Patroclus by himself in order to save time for the rest of the crew on Ark?

As recognition dawned upon Guan Dongyang, he gathered himself and announced, "Brother… furface… Please, go ahead. We will be counting on you."

The rest of the Battle Wolf warriors could only stare at the two in confusion.

But, Lie Xuan had picked up the subtle changes on Guan Dongyang's face. She knew something was amiss.

"Excellent! What a promising young lad! I am sure you will live longer than me!" Nihlathak laughed.

Guan Dongyang didn't mind the Hammer's satirical jab. "Mr. Nihlathak, if you can last more than five minutes against my mechanic, I will count it as your victory."

Everyone laughed; it was a preposterous claim!

Nihlathak narrowed his eyes and studied Wang Tong's face. "Who are you?"

The tone in Hammer's question silenced everyone; he was getting serious.

Wang Tong cracked a smile and then replied, "I am a nobody, just a lowly mechanic. I will try not to hurt you too badly."

Some people gasped, and some laughed at Wang Tong's absurd confidence.

Guan Dongyang relaxed in an armchair as if he were about to watch a good show. However, his clenched fists had betrayed his excitement.

Despite the blazing anger inside him, Nihlathak reminded himself to be careful. He had sneaked a soul energy attack at Wang Tong, but he didn't seem to be affected by it at all.

Suddenly, a tsunami of deadly energy gushed toward Nihlathak. Acting out of instinct, Nihlathak charged up his soul energy to defend, and the two waves of energies collided. The impact sent an overbearing attack at Nihlathak's sea of consciousness and gravely damaged it.

Nihlathak's face turned pale like a piece of paper, and he could no longer sense the presence of Wang Tong's soul energy. He finally realized that his opponent was not a lowly mechanic, but a legendary, Einherjar level warrior.