Way of Overlord
Chapter 353: Art of Killing

Chapter 353: Art of Killing

His double axe gleaming wickedly as the sunlight reflect from the sharpness of the blade.

Ota look at Yurmuk, like he was sizing him up and he chuckles. He did not have too many thoughts.

His thoughts is quite simple. He would kill Yurmuk and quickly end this battle

Now, the two armies look at these two warriors, some holding their breath and some are breathing heavily, like a respite from an orchestra of death.

The two armies separate into two regions.

One behind Ota, the other behind Yurmuk.

Once any of them fight against each other and die, the battle would continue

Martial virtues in the Steppe is even more respected and revered than in the Yan dynasty.

Yurmuk eyes narrows as he look at Ota laughing at him and he snorted.

Both of them sized each other up.

Yurmuk has always been curious about Ota.

This name is becoming even more famous in the west even more so when Khagai tribe returns from Nurshira.

Yurmuk himself is a prideful warrior and he does not like warriors with false reputation. But today, seeing Ota, with one glance, he could tell that this is a powerful warrior.

There is an aura that only the strong exuded. The same aura that he have is the same kind of aura that Ota is exuding. This kind of aura that have this trace of invincibility.

But Ota did not see impressed at Yurmuk. One could imagine the feeling of Yurmuk right now. He at least recognize Ota. But Ota seems to look down on him. So, how could he not feel; like his heart is being on fire right now.

His eyes is red, his grip on the battle axe become tighter and then without any word, he kicks the side of his horse, and his horse charged forward.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

His horse thunder forward, closing the distance between him and Yurmuk in a flash of lightning.

In an instant, they were now fighting against each other, clashing weapons.

Yurmuk did not have time to charge forward but he could raise his battle axe

"OTA!"

BOOOM!

Clang!

Yurmuk raises his battle axe and met the charge head on

Ota glaive was poised to strike.

BOOM!

The clash was like a god fighting another god.

The sound of metal rings across the battlefield and everyone around them could hear this metal ringing out like some kind of clarion call.

This is what it meant to be a powerful warriors! These are probably the thought of the warriors watching this battle

The curtain rises for these two warriors.

Today, one of them would be the stepping stone for the other. And today, one tribe would surpassed the other

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The horses hooves stomp on the ground , the ground shakes as two exceptional warriors clash with their most deadly craft, a sublime art, the art of killing

The battle between these two men continues and each attack is swift and lethal.

The longer they fight, the faster their attack become.

Each one of them seem to fall into a rhythm against each other, familiarising themselves and then attacking madly at each other

To others it looks like they are fighting madly, but only these two knows that each attack is deliberate , each attack is trying to open an opening that they could exploit, each strikes is an attempt to break the defense of others.

But to those people watching, it looks like they both went crazy and attack each other with such lightning speed.

How could they know that each attack is intentional and is only made after thinking about it.

People called scholars respectable because they learn the knowledge of the world.

They apply it in the court and they apply it in daily life.

Warriors are also like that. But they did not study books.

What they study is the way of fighting.

The art of killing.

And they are applying it right now.

Would scholar knows what kind of force need to be applied to kill a person or cut a person? How to deflect, how to parry?

They did not know it because they did not study this art.

And just like a warrior could not pick up the pen and create a soul stirring speech on parchments, scholars could not pick up arms and fight as well as these warriors

To perfect one craft, one needed time.

Only a few genius in the world could balance their time well to study both.

for something to reach a peak, one must focus wholeheartedly toward that profession.

Yurmuk and Ota is like the best student of this art.

This art of fighting and this art of killing. It is something both of these warriors practise almost every day.

And those who know fighting and see this fight would see it like an art.

Even in such a wild attack, none of the attack connect to each other.

Ota attack, Yurmuk deflect, Yurmuk attack and Ota deflect.

There is push and pull, there is advance and retreat.

All of it is calculated. Like a dance, a dance that dances to the tune of songs of life and death, and the weapons on their hands are likes fans of the dancers on the stage they called life

This dance continues

And then Yurmuk manage to release himself from Ota range and then retreat before changing back toward Ota

The axes swings and cut the air, missing Ota neck by a few inches, and another strike came.

"I am not that easy to kill" Ota deflect Yurmuk attack with the haft of his glaive.

BOOOM!

The force of the blow courses through his arms and Ota winces a bit.

"what a monstrous strength!" Ota thought to himself.

He even wondered to himself in that moment whether this kind of strength would compare to the strength of the famous Belarion of Brolgadhr.

But this thought only occupied Ota mind only for a second. He felt the sensation, the force of Yurmuk attack trying to numb him but he fight through it.

"Yeah!"

"KILL HIM YURMUK!"

Everyone could see that it seems Ota is in a weaker position, like he is on a disadvantage.

Ota himself did not even hear all of these background noises. He is concentrating to the utmost right now.

And it is probably the same for Yurmuk.

Around them both of their people are yelling to them.

On the Yurmuk side, they ask Yurmuk to kill Ota and on Ota side, they shouted anxiously for Ota to survive the battle.

One moment of mistake could lead to their death and nothing motivates someone to live than the threat of death.

Ota counters.

Swoosh!

The wind is cut, the wind howls, the grass sways wildly and was plucked out from the ground because of the force

A swift upward slash, cutting through the air, the air ripples and it seems like his glaive would cut through Yurmuk head.

Ota eyes shines.

"I got you" he thought to himself

But just when the glaive is about to cut, Yurmuk parried it.

His axe is moving like some kind of dance.

For its size, it surprisingly move with agility.

Yurmuk did not seem happy. Yurmuk himself knows that he is dancing on the edge o between life and death.

Those people that are chanting did not know that even though he looks to be in the advantage, he knows he is not.

His hand is already numb each time he accept any attack from Ota.

Ota is not only younger than him, but he is also very wise in using his strength.

When he could dodge, he would dodge instead of accepting the attack. When he could not dodge, he would deflect the attack so that he would have distance.

These two people fights in horseback and they of course tarted each other horse but their horses are also intelligent horse and knows to avoid axes and glaives

BOOM!

BOOM!

These two warriors is like a whirlwind personified.

Two storms that collides against each other, both trying to push each other away or force the other to retreat or fall

They rush and charges against each other, and each time they feel the impact on their body.

But they did not give up. When the gong get tough, they retreat and then meet again with their weapon like a raging bull that would not stop even if they got their horns cut off

The area where they are fighting is widened and the soldiers of both sides did not dare to come near for fear to be collateral damage of these two people fighting against each other.

Ota and Yurmuk exchanged blows with incredible speed, their weapons blur because of the motions.

All some people could see is like a spark flying every few second when these two people clash with their weapons.

The axe was swung, a wide arc cutting through space. The target is to cleave Ota from his saddle.

"Hahaha!" Ota laughed. He leaned back, the blade passing just inches from his red armour. But in that moment, Ota could feel the armor still have resistance.

"An aura of power" in that one moment, even though Yurmuk miss, the aura cut a bit of his red armor.

"It is amazing that he could do this. After all, my red armor is not an ordinary armor"

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