Arran was already expecting to be challenged, and he was really looking forward to it. Now that they had come clean with their objective, there was no reason for Arran to hesitate. He immediately accepted.The woman who brought up the issue in the first place was a little surprised at how quickly Arran had accepted the challenge. Then she became amused at the next moment.The woman could see that Arran had already guessed her objective from the very beginning and was just waiting for her to come to clean herself. In a way, it was very embarrassing for a child like Arran to see through her thoughts like this. But the woman didn’t mind too much. Instead, she slightly admired him once more.If before Arran being able to stand firmly before all these powerful people were worthy of admiration, then now his seeing through the woman’s intentions was enough for her to acknowledge Arran as a talent.The woman in question was a representative of the Furor race. In the universe, not much is know
As soon as the match started, the Furor, Arran's opponent, removed the cloak that covered his body and flung it away, exposing his bare chest to the crowd.Standing at more than three meters tall, the Furor was like a giant of a man. From a glance, his rough brown skin was like caked mud, and under the illumination of the light was like the tough hide of a bull pulled tautly across his entire body with muscles that bulged in a very exaggerated way from the slightest movement.Arran had never fought a Furor before. He also hadn’t heard of them before. As such, Arran didn’t know anything about their warriors and if they had any specialties in battle.But this was not a problem for Arran. With a single look at his opponent's rippling mass, Arran could tell he was a wild and out physical fighter that mainly relied on physical enhancements to fight. This kind of opponent was just right for Arran to test his natal weapon on. Compared to those that preferred to fight from a distance, someon
Arran forcefully stopped the Furor’s punch with his straight sword, whipping up a powerful windstorm that blew forcefully between them in the process. Blocking his opponent's fists with his sword was like using a toothpick to stop a chariot. But Arran stood firmly on the spot without being pushed back at all. The two of them were in a stand-off for just a moment before the Furor’s other arm came swinging down at Arran in a powerful sweep. Arran responded by thrusting his left arm below his right at a tricky angle as his wavy sword pointed at the opponent's sweeping arm. The dark, sinister light on the tip of the sword sends a foreboding feeling of danger to Arran's opponent. Exerting force on his right arm that was blocked by the straight sword, the Furor used the force to push his body backward. Leaning on his left leg, the Furor leveraged on the momentum to use his foot as a pivot to twist his body forcefully, causing the angle of his sweep to change, thus missing Arran's sword th
“Such a pity... I cut too shallow.” After missing, Arran complained silently. Although he had managed to cut his opponent, the cut had been too shallow and hadn’t drawn much blood. The wound wasn’t enough to affect the Furor at all. As Arran complained in his head, he heard a timid voice speak out to console him. “It’s alright big brother. You are still getting used to using me. After a little practice, you’ll be able to use my power without any problems.” Hearing the voice talking in his head, Arran smiled. He said, “Don’t worry, I know. But aside from the cut being too shallow, this guy's body is really tough. It was like cutting into stone with my bare hands. But you’re the one that’s really amazing. To think you can even cut something so hard.” “Hehe!” “Don’t worry, big brother, with me here you won’t ever have to worry about not being able to cut anybody at all.” “Then I’ll be counting on you.” Arran finally said. After talking with the voice in his head, Arran looked at
The hall of the secret auction was in profound silence as they listened to and tried to comprehend Arran's words.Listening to Arran explaining the effects of his natal weapons abilities, even people who are strong as those present here could not help feeling a chill in their hearts. Without a doubt, the abilities of Arran's natal weapon, Zaburi, was one that was solely biased towards the goal of killing and maiming his opponents.There was nothing more terrifying than facing such a weapon.One had to consider that what Arran had just said might not be the full extent of the natal weapon’s abilities. But just this was frightening enough.The Furor, as Arran’s opponent, was currently the only one experiencing just how terrible these abilities were. As he stood there, the Furor could feel the wound in his back slowly expanding just as Arran had said.Not only the one on his back, but also the wound on his fist from where it had met Arran's sword.The wound in the Furor’s back was locate
Clearly, Arran was not a fool. He wouldn’t go around revealing his hand without any reason at all. To the people who knew Arran rather well, they would know that most of what Arran did was usually purposeful and geared towards serving a particular goal.Like the time when Arran fought with three opponents, jerry, Winston, and Paul, during the chosen ceremony. At this time Arran had used his words to set a trap for Winston, which allowed him to win the battle then with minimal effort required.Similarly, in a certain way, this time was also like that.While it was true that Arran wanted to save the Furor and everybody else the hassle of figuring out Zaburi’s abilities on their own, he hadn’t exactly been completely honest with them too.To be specific, Arran had not told the complete truth about Zaburi’s ability, and he had left out some key critical details. For one, Arran completely left out the fact that the speed at which the wound expanded under the influence of Rippling Wound was
As the battle continued, the Furor continually fell into a desperate situation. It looked like any moment now he would sink completely into despair and be defeated.Suddenly, there was a gap in Arran's attack. Seeing this the Furor quickly took advantage of the gap to escape and widen the distance between himself and Arran only to notice that Arran was not even pursuing him.When the Furor finally came to a stop, he saw Arran staring at him with a frosty expression on his face. At this time, the Furor felt something was strange. The gap he had exploited to escape from Arran's attacks had come so suddenly and without any warning at all. Like a drowning man suddenly seeing the end of the ocean, the Furor quickly fled toward the gap. But when he thought about it now, he realized that the gap had not appeared then for no reason other than Arran had stopped attacking.That’s right... Arran, who had held the advantage this entire time and looked like he was about to win, had suddenly stoppe
Just as Arran and the Furor were in a heated battle. Outside the space station, a lone space cruiser silently approached Fort Crawford. As it sailed along the dark expanse of space, the cruiser attracted the attention of every other vessel in the vicinity. It was for no other reason than because of the star and crown emblem that was painted on the cruiser's body.There was nobody who didn’t know what that symbol represented in the whole Ether. With seven stars of different colors all circling a resplendent crown, this was the symbol of the personal guards of the rulers of the overlords of this realm.The cruiser had yet to reach Fort Crawford, but even from this distance, the space station had already discovered them. Immediately a fleet of starships flooded out of fort Crawford En mass and headed towards the cruiser.Normally, any spaceship above medium class in size was not allowed to come within one light year of Fort Crawford, not too tall of a large space cruiser. Seeing the floo