Chapter 10: The Battlefield on Both Sides
Starting a battle was a straightforward task—simply drew your weapons, and it naturally led to combat. All that was required for both sides to unsheath their weapons, and the battle naturally began.
Initially, when Ron brandished the Ashes of the Furnace against them, they thought he seemed clumsy. This type of Ron was not to be feared at all. After all, he appeared to be the weakest link on the battlefield.
However, as the battle progressed, they observed that Ron seemed accustomed to his weapon, slashing more vigorously.
“What’s going on with this guy?! He suddenly became so formidable!”
“We need to find the boss! Hurry up and find the boss!”
It wasn’t until Ron stood amidst their crowd, wreaking havoc, that they realised Ron was on the same level as their leader.
Unfortunately, it was too late, even if they had understood this.
“I don’t believe it!” One bandit, refusing to accept it, swung a hammer at Ron.
How could someone become formidable just by fighting? Did they think combat experience could be gained, like eating vegetables?
It must be that everyone was intimidated by that big sword, causing them to fight too cautiously!
At this moment, the bandit’s wrist was numbed, rendering him unable to do anything other than retreat. At that moment, Ron used his wrist to adjust the angle of the entire sword, changing the sword’s body, which was originally directed at the bandit, into the blade.
The artistic blade of the Ashes of the Furnace effortlessly cleaved Ron’s enemy in two, splattering blood onto the other bandits. These were definitely not actions that someone without combat experience could perform. Perhaps Ron had been pretending to be a novice all along.
“It’s not working! Let’s run!” The remaining bandits, awakened by their companion’s blood, spoke in fear. “This guy is playing with us! He’s not weak at all!”
As the bandits had said, only the bandits’ leader could deal with Ron, who was acting recklessly.
Seeing the bandits fleeing in panic, the Phylin tribe cheered, “Mr. Ron is amazing! Of course, we are also amazing!”
They defeated the bandits. They were truly remarkable!
Peeking out from behind, Doran whispered, “Oh, so Mr. Ron, you are indeed a powerful warrior!”
“That’s great! Now I’m truly saved.” He took off his hat and sincerely thanked, “After I arrived at the Wind Veil Basin, I thought I was at a dead end.”
“Indeed, when one door closes, another opens,” he started talking as if he was prepared for a lengthy conversation.
“I don’t have time for this. Come on! We need to hurry to the cave entrance!” Ron grabbed Dorana’s hat back and rushed towards the cave entrance. “Moluna and the others are in danger!”
Ron didn’t have time to listen to Doran’s ramblings. After all, bandits were still at the cave entrance, and the leader was likely among them.
Who knew if the bandit leader could take on ten at once? After all, facing Moluna and Loloan head-on, Ron found it hard to imagine the bandit leader being outmatched in front of them.”
Now that they had dealt with the bandits inside the cave, the ones at the entrance were likely the last group.
Upon careful consideration, the reason they could easily reach the inside of the cave was probably because the bandit leader wasn’t present.
Initially, he had planned to catch the thieves first and then the king, but the bandit king wasn’t there.
“Charge!” The Phylin tribe shouted in unison, following Ron in a frenzy. “We’re going to save Moluna!”
Listening to the passionate voices of the Phylin tribe, Ron became more convinced that Grandpa Susu’ya had deceived him. “Slow down, everyone!”
What’s this about not liking to fight? They were clearly a group of berserk warriors.
“Wait for me a bit, don’t leave me alone here!” Dorana, seeing everyone leaving, hurriedly followed. “Oh! Have some pity on me!”
He had absolutely no combat ability. If there happened to be a bandit nearby, he would be killed for sure. As Ron led the group from the cave towards the entrance, the battle at the cave mouth ended.
Countless bandits lay in pools of blood. Even though the blood had been diluted by water, the area was still shrouded in the smell of blood. The blood here belonged to both bandits and members of the Phylin tribe.
“You idiots! Get out of my way!” The bandit leader angrily brandished his axe at the Phylin tribe in front of him. “I’m going to kill this witch!”
The Phylin tribe clung to the bandit leader like chewing gum, preventing him from getting close to Moluna.
Without the protection of the Phylin tribe, the bandit leader believed he would have killed Moluna long ago.
“Wow! Loloan, help!” A Phylin tribe member was directly hit by an axe, leaving a deep wound in front of them.
“Change places. Let him step back!” When Loloan saw this injured member, he decisively had him move to the back, taking the forefront himself.
This bandit leader was much more formidable than Loloan had imagined. He had practically cut down all the injured Phylin tribe members.
“We can’t afford to lose anyone!” Loloan blocked a blow from the bandit leader with his spear and shouted.
Courage couldn’t bridge the gap between their weapons, let alone the difference in strength between Loloan and the bandit leader. The bandit leader kicked Loloan with one foot, glaring viciously at Moluna.
The injured Phylin tribe members were being pulled to the back. With increasing casualties, the Phylin tribe members in front of Moluna were dwindling.
The bandit leader looked menacingly at Moluna, “You annoying folks should have died long ago!”
His mood was terrible now. He wished to kill all the Phylin tribe members present. But before that, he had to kill Moluna.
Moluna looked at the heavily injured Loloan lying on the ground, and even her impassive face couldn’t help but show some emotion. However, like the bandit leader’s stamina, her magical power gradually depleted.
After all, there were just too many enemies. Helping the Phylin tribe deal with one bandit required her to expend some magical power. Especially suppressing the bandit leader, it consumed the most magical power.
