Way of Overlord
Chapter 381: The Winds that Came Out of Nowhere

Chapter 381: The Winds that Came Out of Nowhere

Right now, it might seem like the Brolgadhr tribe have an advantage but they are actually five thousand horsemen fighting ten thousand horsemen.

That is double of their men.

If not for Aeryon and himself rallying the men, how could these people truly become unswerving.

His first attack is a testing attack and at that time he already felt the limit of this square faced warrior strength. The second one was to lull him into some kind of thought toward himself.

Belarion wanted the square faced warrior to think that he could handle it.

And the third, as he got angry, he raises the speed of the attack and the strength of the attack

He appears mad, but that is also a trick to lower down the guard of the square faced warrior. No one could have known that in just a few strikes there is so many calculations. In the past Belarion would never think so complicatedly like this

But today is different than before.

Now, in the tribe he is second only to the Kan. A stupid person could not have lead the army and win every battle like Belarion.

He even uses the perception of people towards him to surprise his enemy. Now, he even knows how to have calculations when fighting.

That is why, he knows this time, this man would lose.

From the moment Belarion made his shot he felt it

This time it worked.

The square face warrior swung his blade again seeing the edges of that glaive is about to pierce him.

The same movement, the same pattern, the same deflecting attack

No doubt trying to shake the glaive away.

It seems a split second to everyone else but to this two, it is like the world around them have slowed down and the only thing they could see is each other weapon.

It was like everything about them is magnified and slowed down. Like their thought process focuses so much that everything seems slow

And the square faced warrior changed his expression when he realized what about to happen.

"The speed" that is his thought.

Clang!

The blade attack, the attack connected, the clang sounded again.

But this time it is different. It did shake the glaive. It did not deflect the glaive.

Belarion smiles.

"this is not the end!" the square faced warriors shouted. He roars it

A fierce look flashed in his eyes

In battle between two people, what is important is momentum and fierceness. Even though Belarion is strong, this person who is about to die, did not lose in term of fierceness.

And one could argue that he is even fiercer than Belarion.

The difference lies in the fact that Belarion did not think he would die.

This square faced warrior on the other hand has decided to die from the moment he rush toward Belarion

Nothing is more terrifying than a person who has nothing else to lose.

Belarion has fight many tribes since he follow his sworn brother into battle. He had fought powerful warriors, talented ones and even veterans.

Some of them is even stronger than this square faced warrior. But none of them have this kind of fierceness.

If all of the men of Wustkazan is as fierce as this man, Belarion would advise his sworn brother to return back.

It is a pity.

That not all of them is as fierce as this man.

Belarion has the time to think all of this.

Because he thought he has already won.

But that fierce look on the square faced warrior is because he did not yet given up.

In that swift second, in that moment that would determine the victory, the square faced warriors make a turn with the blade in his hand.

That blade is directly seems to enable him to make the glaive stuck for a moment and this moment is all the moment he needs.

This warrior wanted to slash Belarion right arm with the sharp edges of his blade.

"Hoh!" Belarion is surprised.

This warrior actually wanted to cut of his arm even at the cost of having his stomach slashed and cut.

Belarion did not mind getting hurt but that didn’t mean he likes getting hurt.

He sees the sharp edge, and he change his method, from slashing to a push

He increased his strength once again

A huge force surged out from his muscle and his vein rises up

And his glaive pushed the blade away directly

Neigh!

The horse ridden by the square faced warrior neighed loudly and retreated to ten step away from Belarion

Belarion did not expect that the Wustkazan has such a powerful warrior

He could not help but feel curious.

For a moment, these two warriors look at each other.

There is appreciation in Belarion eyes

"Who are you! Tell me your name! Such a powerful warriors should be famous!" he shouted

"I am Xiwanu Son of Uthrys" Xiwanu roared, tightened his grip on the reins and then without stopping, he charged toward Belarion again

Belarion never expected that this person he thought a simple warrior is such a talented person.

Belarion could feel that this person while is not as strong as him, is growing as they fight each other

There is a murderous desire to kill this person yet at the same time, Belarion also appreciate such person

He admire such bravery. Belarion was simple. Emphasizes on the was.

As he fight, it is like he grows with each encounter.

The more he fights, the stronger he become.

And it almost seem like he began understanding some things about human nature.

He is not as smart as his sworn brother or Mayeux but he began understanding certain things

Before, he would just be angry and would kill this person in anger.

Now, he even had such complex feeling of appreciating a warrior even though they were his enemy.

In the past, as long as the other person is his enemies, he did not need to think too much. He simply would kill such person without giving them a chance to do anything.

But, they are of different tribes. And he has a job to do. He should kill this person as fast as possible and then quickly goes to assist his sworn brother.

Just as Xiwanu charge towards him with his horse, he too gives a signal to his horse to charged forward

Clang!

This time when the two horses met, Xiwanu is repelled in one strike! Xiwanu coughed up blood but there is a smile on his face

"Hahaha! What a satisfying fight! Again!!" before he could shout again, Belarion attack again. He is even faster than before.

And his slash is dazzling

To the eyes of the soldiers watching the battle between these two, they could not even see the attack clearly.

It even looks like there is an afterimage of Belarion glaive striking on one position.

Like a mirage one would see in the desert.

The more amazing thing is how Xiwanu keep dodging left and right and even his horse sems to follow him

The clanging sound sounded but how could tell from which direction, the sparks of fire from steel sparkles in the air but from which direction the attack come from? No one could see it other than these two people

This is high level battle and whoever tries to enter the range of the attack of these two warriors would surely die.

The sound for weapons clashed continuously, resounding through seven feet radius around them, drowning the screams and shouts.

Belarion look at Xiwanu and he himself did not know what kind of feeling he is feeling right now.

He just feel happy. And happy, he laughed

The attack between them become faster and faster and Xiwanu take every strike.

But even though he could take it, it did not mean he could take it with ease.

Ten strikes, and his knuckles is directly broken, the armor around his body has already split into two, there is blood on his shoulders and his arms.

Ten strikes and Xiwanu has reached such a pathetic state. Belarion did not say anything. The fact that this person could even withstand ten of hiss trike is enough for him to think of this Xiwanu as a great warrior.

And as he fight, his fighting spirit become stronger and his aura rises, exuding terrifying power that is sent out continuously.

Some people called it Qi.

Some people called it Kusa.

But whatever it is called, it is the energy between heaven and earth

And Belarion energy , his strike all seems to melded with the energy of heaven and earth and he could not be stopped

Every momentum cut the air, and every aftermath of the strike sent out wind gust that cut everyone that tries to come

It is like the wind itself become blades.

The grasses around him was plucked up like there is a force from heaven pulling them out from the ground.

Yanlan was looking at the battle and he frowned. He is not only looking at Belarion. He is also looking at the battle that is happening on his left side.

There is also something happening on his left side and he could no longer ignore it. Just by looking at the battlefield, he could sense there is a sense of change is happening.

And he does not like it.

He felt like the winds of destiny is not favouring him today.

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