Above The Sky
Chapter 72 - 72 69 Stormy Weather

72: Chapter 69: Stormy Weather 72: Chapter 69: Stormy Weather Whoosh!

At such close range, the wood dart soaked in a dark green, poisonous venom arrived in an instant.

If it were a surprise attack, even an elite knight would find it difficult to block this dart that had already reached his face, let alone a child.

But something unexpected happened.

The tremulous child, as if he had been watching the hunter all along, raised his left hand just as the poison dart flew toward him, a pale blue glow flashed faintly, and the dart aimed at his eyeball was blocked by an invisible force, then caught between two fair fingers.

“Won’t even spare kids at the side of the road?”

Not fully understanding the ways of the natives, Ian was filled with confusion; that strike had also startled him, as he hadn’t expected someone to get the jump on him, even though he had been prepared to launch a surprise attack.

He stood up.

Even though he had blocked the enemy’s attack, what followed was head-on combat.

Two months earlier, Ian, unable to ambush, would have just run away, and then relied on Foresight View to find an opportunity to strike from the shadows.

After all, there was no hurry to fight, and even if the enemy caught up, it didn’t matter.

In the complex alleyways of Harrison Port, with his clairvoyance, he could give the natives the runaround.

But now, he didn’t need to waste time.

Throwing aside the poison dart held in his left hand, there were now light green traces spreading over his fingers, but the toxin from the poison-arrow wood posed no threat to Ian, who had already begun the sublimation of his liver.

And what he held in his right hand was a flake-shaped stone he’d pried off from a nearby house.

Weapons aren’t always such cumbersome things, right?

Don’t underestimate stone-throwing; it was humans’ treasure to overcome ferocious beasts, and, in essence, all weapons that humans have used or will use in the future boil down to throwing stones.

“Only his head is showing.”

Thinking to himself, Ian’s eyes locked onto the native hunter, who slowed down his pace in astonishment, and a pale blue light of Origin Quality flickered in his right hand.

The next moment, he leaned forward, almost half-kneeling, and hurled the stone in his hand, which was nearly half a kilogram, with all his might.

Instantly, with an urgent whistling sound, the spinning strip of stone broke through the rain and the air, like a stone knife, unaffected by any wind, and sliced straight towards the native hunter.

“What monster!”

The elite hunter cried out in alarm, and his battle instincts, ingrained deep in his marrow, made him sidestep reflexively, but the super-high-speed stone blade still grazed his left cheek, scraping away all flesh and blood, revealing his ghastly white bones and teeth.

There wasn’t enough time to feel pain, to bleed and reduce combat capability, but likewise, he had no time for shock.

Because that white figure had already started sprinting, against the storm and rain, closing in on him rapidly!

For a moment, he couldn’t even capture the other’s silhouette.

Just when he managed to focus, his eyes locked on the target for an instant, and the hunter even thought he saw a young Sharp Claw Tiger—youthful, delicate, yet swift and fierce!

Ian wouldn’t give the hunter any time to react.

He had already seen that his opponent was more skilled than those hunters he had fought alongside Brin, the real elite of the natives.

In that case, he absolutely couldn’t give the other a chance to call for backup, to summon other elites.

Channeling Origin Quality and crushing the stone in his hand, in less than a breath’s time, Ian leaped forward with the momentum of his sprint and threw a handful of crushed stone at the enemy like torrential rain.

The hunter could only hurriedly lift his rain cape amidst the confusion.

Woven from brown elm tree leaves and soaked in shamanic potions, this leaf garment was flexible and thick, comparable to good leather armor, enough to block ordinary spears and swords.

But faced with the onslaught of stones, it still couldn’t block them all.

The hunter was hit on the right leg and the crown of the head.

Besides pain and numbness, the force of the blows even made him take a step back, losing the upper hand completely.

But he was a true elite; in the blink of an eye, the hunter suppressed all astonishment and disbelief, instead treating this White Folks boy as a slightly smaller adult Sharp Claw Tiger.

Close combat with a ferocious beast meant a fight for life—he let out a shrill scream, raised his elbow, and didn’t retreat but advanced, barreling head-on!

Though he hadn’t systematically learned martial arts, through years of hunting magical beasts and skirmishing with Imperial People, the combat skills of the Redwood natives had been honed to a considerable level.

The hunter bent his body slightly, took a step forward, pressed his right fist against his chest, and raised his elbow forward.

The protruding bone joint instantly became like a short spear, aimed at Ian’s head, who was leaping toward him.

It was a suicidal move against strange, ferocious beasts, sacrificing one hand and concentrating all one’s strength in this one thrust.

If it made contact, even a large Swamp Bear could be temporarily repelled, let alone a human.

If he could just repel him for a moment, he could call for reinforcements.

But while Ian indeed lacked extensive combat experience, he had systematically learned combat skills.

He had a good teacher.

Seeing that the native’s elbow thrust was imminently upon him, and no longer having any leeway to alter his move, Ian nonchalantly pushed off with his foot, sidestepped to the left, and dodged that strike.

This was not a retreat forced by the native; while dodging, Ian’s right fist that had been aimed at the natives’ head naturally opened, pulled downward, and his grasping fingers naturally clung onto something.

—It was the rain cape the native used to fend off the wind and rain.

“Not good!”

Alarm surged through the hunter’s heart, but at that moment, he was out of strength and couldn’t immediately undo and remove the rain cape…

So, before losing consciousness, all he could see was Ian letting out a light shout, followed by a forceful exertion!

Following his teacher’s guidance, the boy with white hair rotated his wrists, twisted his legs, waist, and arms to exert force simultaneously, using the rain cape in hand as a fulcrum, forcefully swinging the hunter’s body off the ground!

The earth and sky were spinning.

In an instant, the hunter’s view rapidly shifted from the streets of Harrison Port to a dark grey expanse under a downpour from the firmament.

Then, it spun back to the overturned street again!

—The ground is falling towards me…

This was the last thought that flashed through his mind.

Then all was pitch-black.

And the sound of a skull shattering.

Crack!

Someone grabbed his clothes, then slammed them down with brute force in an overhead throw, head hitting the ground, the elite native was clearly dead as dead can be.

“Almost didn’t make it, this native stood really stable,”

Exhaling, Ian felt his arm tired after the burst of strength, he slapped his palms together to wash away the blood that had splashed onto him with the rainwater, then quickly began searching the body.

He had found it odd that even he, a Sublimator apprentice, was having difficulty moving freely in the current cataclysmic environment, but all the natives were as swift as the wind on rooftops and eaves, treating the sixteen-level gale as nothing, which was obviously not normal.

You should know that when the wind blows, how much weight you carry and how much force you can punch out have nothing to do with it.

No matter how strong his punches were to ordinary adults, if he was hit squarely by a strong wind, then he would be sent spinning in the air.

The natives were only slightly larger than him; why could they move so effortlessly?

But in the moment he grabbed the opponent’s rain cape, Ian realized, the secret was in this dark green leaf garment.

“Figures.”

Quickly undoing the rain cape, Ian narrowed his eyes.

In Foresight View, the cape was a dense white, indicating it was of fine quality, but not an exceptional artifact.

However, inside the cape, a pale blue primitive inscription flickered faintly.

This inscription was flickering, weakening every moment, but as long as it kept glowing, anyone wrapped in the cape could ignore the force of the wind.

“It’s the totem pattern of the natives, the primitive art of inscriptions.”

Ian, now, was not ignorant about Terra Continent.

After two months of intensive catch-up learning, he was very familiar with almost all common knowledge about Sublimators around South Ridge, “It’s not too complex, but it’s still a First Energy Level inscription—a few dozen temporary windproof capes like this, the natives must have really bled for this.”

Without any hesitation, he draped the cape, still stained with the hunter’s brain matter and blood, over himself and quickly walked towards the direction of his home.

“How big exactly is this guy’s conspiracy?

It would be impossible for them to break through Harrison Port with just these people.

What is their true intention?”

Wrapped by the windproof totem pattern, even the torrential rain lost its force.

Ian could feel his steps lighten considerably.

With each step, he had the illusion of taking flight, covering seven or eight meters in an instant.

At this moment, there were still a lot of noises in the city.

“Natives!

There are natives!”

“Natives are in…”

In the storm, broken cries of alarm and screams ensued continuously.

Those pedestrians still running in the streets were doomed, and within just a few breaths, Ian heard the death wails of more than five people.

Although he empathized, he could not possibly go to their aid.

Setting aside whether there was time or not, what was most important now was to get home to make sure his brother Alan was safe.

Then, to retrieve a weapon.

If he had a sharp weapon in hand, he wouldn’t have needed two moves to kill a native just now.

“Teacher Hiliad has been missing since early morning, probably won’t be able to make it back now.”

The outline of his home was already in sight; although his heart was racing, Ian’s thoughts became even clearer: “The only weapons available at home are the splitting axes sharpened by the teacher.

Whether to stay indoors for refuge and self-protection or to help others depending on the situation, will depend on the unfolding events.”

If the natives were intent on slaughtering civilians unconditionally as sacrificial offerings, then he could not just stand by and watch because by the time the natives came killing, no one else would be able to help him anymore.

Exactly what power a successful native sacrifice could confer was an unknown.

But the natives’ plans were clearly larger than Ian had thought.

“Boom!!!”

A sudden roar blasted forth, making the ground tremble slightly—a sound even more alarming than thunder, causing Ian to instinctively turn his head to look toward the direction of the explosion.

Then, he widened his eyes and watched a rapidly rising black smoke column pulled apart by the fierce wind, ascending from the center of the city!

That was…

“The Viscount’s Mansion?!”

Ian exclaimed in shock, “They blew up the Viscount’s Mansion?!”

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