BXBX NOVEL Chapter 842: Cheer For Him!
Chapter 842: Cheer For Him!
For one, Brack was an initial-stage warrior at his peak, while Umonke was a middle-stage warrior and quite a strong one at that. Even if it wasn\'t someone from the Behemoth Clan, it was still a giant uphill battle for Brack.
Still, there was one thought going through his mind: at least he would last longer against Umonke than he would against Sha Mo.
Umonke pulled out a long curved sword from his back. He swung it in the air a few times as if he was warming up. Each swing sliced the air, and a piercing high-pitched sound could be heard coming from the weapon.
While Brack held out his own sword, it was regular, nothing special. In the first place, he focused more on martial arts-based techniques but had a sword to help him in certain situations.
"In normal circumstances, the two of us would have never met in battle," Umonke said. "Unfortunately for you, since you are no longer part of the clan, it means that now, killing you is an option as well."
Umonke charged forward, wasting no time, and the Behemoth Clan, seeing this, chuckled and cheered for their fellow teammate. No one did the same for Brack, especially considering he was a traitor, and the people of Flendon were more afraid of what was going to happen to their lives.
Brack reacted to the attacker charging right at him. He strengthened his stance and threw out his sword at the right time.
\'I haven\'t just been sitting around doing nothing this entire time!\'
A strange feeling had overcome Brack in that moment. He couldn\'t feel his sword hit anything, but he was sure of it-he saw with his own eyes his sword make contact with Umonke. Yet, what he saw didn\'t feel like reality.
Because his sword had just gone right through Umonke\'s. Now that Brack was on the other side, looking at his own weapon, he saw half of it falling to the floor. It had been completely cut through, and Brack didn\'t even feel any resistance.
\'I poured all of my Qi into reinforcing the sword, so how did it break so easily?\'
Brack turned around, and the moment he did, he saw Umonke right upon him.
"For having the guts to go up against me, I don\'t think you deserve death, so take this punishment instead." Umonke slammed his fist deep into Brack\'s stomach, lifting him in the air. Then, with a jump, Umonke slammed the back of his heel into Brack\'s back.
Excruciating pain coursed through Brack\'s entire body, and before he knew it, he had crashed into the ground. A large amount of sand and dust spread out. Brack was coughing up specks of blood, and he didn\'t look like he was in any condition to fight.
"You spoke badly about the Behemoth Clan, and what for? To protect this town?" Umonke said. "Well, with your own eyes, you can witness its downfall."
The sight of Brack losing in front of them had only caused the fear among the guards of Flendon to grow. Some of them had never gone up against Pagna warriors before. To witness superhuman feats right in front of them-fast movement, extreme strength, and jumping power-was something none of them could ever imagine beating. Of course, not all Pagna warriors were obviously strong compared to regular citizens.
They had witnessed one of the Pillars fighting, but the people didn\'t really understand or know that.
Lince couldn\'t help but feel slightly bad for the sight he was seeing.
\'I know you meant well, young one, but you might have just crushed the will of everyone here to fight. From the beginning, the difference between the two of you was too large.\'
As Lince finished his thought, though, he started to slow down as he saw something he didn\'t expect, and everyone else was looking at it too.
Brack was standing up. He stood on his feet again, no sword in hand, blood dripping from his mouth onto his clothing.
"I would have expected the Pillars... the Pillars," Brack said. "To take me out, but look, I\'m still standing. I guess you\'re not as strong as I thought you were!"
Brack charged forward again and went to deliver a kick while Umonke wasn\'t looking. Umonke stepped to the side, avoiding the kick, and then grabbed the back of Brack\'s head, slamming it into the floor.
Brack\'s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his nose cracked, and for the second time, he seemed to be dealt with.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
With that, Umonke was ready to walk back to the Behemoth group, ready to start the charge, until he heard the sound of his own men gasping, and others as well.
"He\'s up again! He\'s standing up again."
Brack was standing, wobbling on his feet for a few moments, but he soon took a fighting stance. His mouth was moving, but no words came out.
"How is he still standing?" Fixteen said. "Why is he still standing? It\'s all pointless."
"It\'s not," Andy said. "He believed the Dark Magus, the Crimson Crane, would be here to save us... we have to believe it! Come on!" Andy screamed the last words at the top of his lungs.
He continued to cheer, and in doing so, the others on the wall started to cheer as well. Soon, those on the ground began to cheer for Brack. Initially, when he stepped up to fight, not a single person was cheering for him.
Now, after seeing clearly that Brack had no way of winning the fight, they were cheering for him. They didn\'t understand it themselves, but seeing Brack trying so hard for them, it was the least they could do.
"Fine, I didn\'t want to do this," Umonke said. "But let\'s see if they can cheer when I cut off your head!"
Umonke charged forward, his sword swinging right for Brack\'s head. Just before it reached him, a loud clang was heard, and a person appeared right by Brack\'s side.
"Who are you?" Umonke said, surprised to see his sword stopped.
"I guess I really was the first one here," Cronker said worriedly. "There\'s a lot more of you than I thought."