Chapter 111: An Unexpected Departure (1/2)

Seen in that light, one might think that Dioh was a scheming potato, yet I knew that this was not the case. The hot headed teen had merely acted on his impulses with not much scheming to speak of.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that this second sneak attack of his forced the Third Chief’s hand. Whether it was to prevent a loss of face, to prevent a loss of face or even just to prevent a loss of face, this bandwagon wasn’t one he could easily disembark from. If he didn’t teach this brat a lesson now, how was he to survive in this dog eat dog world of his?

“You mangy brat! I swear I’m going to kill you!”

Screamed the bandit dead set on punishing Dioh. However, there was no way that George, as his elder brother, would allow this to happen; so the battle between three-stars began for real.

While the Third Chief still suffered from injuries gained during the previous fight it didn’t hinder him one bit. Instead it stoked the flames created by the numerous provocations he endured today. Fuelled by rage, the bandit abandoned any attempt at defense and instead went on a reckless rampage; which ironically gave him an unprecedentedly imposing aura.

George on the other hand still hoped for a peaceful resolution in order to avoid the possibility of the bandits attacking their hamlet. They were after all, the weaker party in this confrontation. Should the bandits ever break through their defenses, the entire village might get massacred in order to set an example.

Even if by some stroke of luck they manage to avoid such a fate, the entire hamlet would still end up as the possession of the bandits; while the villagers would become slaves for them.

Thankfully, the situation hadn’t worsened to that extent. The Third Chief had only sustained some injuries and wasn’t dead. That meant that there was still a chance to settle this amicably. As for those small fries who died in this attack…did you honestly think that a bunch of immoral thugs would care about the death of their subordinates? Stop kidding yourself.

Compared to the Third Chief’s increasingly fierce display of power, the uninjured George seemed to be gradually losing ground. At least that was the impression he gave as he was forced into a purely defensive stance.

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Logically speaking, George should’ve been a lot stronger than the Third Chief. After all, it wasn’t too long ago that he showed us his violent style of fighting where he ruthlessly hacked the bandits to death.

And yet he seemed to have become significantly restrained in front of the Third Chief; did he take some laxative by accident or something? Did he have a sudden tummy ache?

Either way, this situation seemed to have no connection to us at all.

The bandits tried to help out their chief, yet as they stepped forward, the hunters raised their bows and immediately pointed their arrows at them. With their morale shattered from before, they swiftly caved in to the threat of the bows and backed off.

George continued his passive stance as before but in the face of the Third Chief’s furious slashes, his defenses began to show signs of collapsing. From the looks of it, he would lose in another 10 moves or so.

As for Dioh, I honestly did not know what to say about this kid. For some reason, he seemed dead set on starting a feud with these bandits.

The kid stood there with his bow drawn and his arrow aimed right at the Third Chief, and yet he didn’t fire it off but instead merely kept it locked onto the bandit. “Hey you thieving bast*rd, I got my arrow locked right onto you so you better watch out!” Dioh shouted that reminder out as if he was afraid the bandit might forget about him.

As his long blade knocked the passive hunter back a few steps, he took the opportunity to sneak a glance in the direction of the taunting voice. The veins in his forehead bulged as his anger boiled over from the kid’s obvious provocation. To think this kid actually dared to point an arrow at him while he was busy fighting George in a one on one!

Having been pushed past the brink, the Third Chief swung his long blade out as hard as he could, forcing the three-star hunter to the side. “YOU DAMNED BRAT, EVEN IF IT KILLS ME, I’LL SKIN YOU ALIVE!” He bellowed at the kid not caring if this action ended up exposing himself to the hunter.

Before anyone could react to his words, he charged at the bow-wielding teen with a mighty kick of his legs, leaving the hunter behind as he focused his attention on his young nemesis.

Kid, did you practise your taunt skill while you were in your mother’s womb or something…

Yet before he could hack the offending teen to death, his long blade was blocked once more by George who managed to circle around him despite his earlier dash.

As expected, George was the stronger of the two. In the face of the Third Chief’s furious attempt on Dioh’s life, George didn’t dare to hide his true strength anymore. Which reminded me, how many times has this kid been saved already?

When you think about it, this pair of siblings worked pretty well together; one taunted while the other blocked as if this was a well choreographed play.

Naturally, the Third Chief didn’t think this way. It was one thing when you were the one watching the show, it was a different matter altogether when you were the one being watched; especially when that show involved you being shot at time and time again without being able to retaliate.

The bandit withdrew his long blade and gave the hunter a long pointed stare. He finally realized that harming the kid was impossible as long as this fellow was here. Then the question arose in his heart, who was more important? Dioh or the hamlet?

“Good. Very good.” Having no way to vent his anger, the chief laughed instead. However, it was a laugh that had a bone-chilling coldness to it. He pointed his long blade at Dioh before turning a hateful gaze onto George as if he was an injured serpent: “I’ll give you two choices. One, let me kill him.”

Having a blade pointed at him naturally ticked the teen off who immediately tried to draw his bow once more. Unfortunately for him, his brother had seen through his intentions and promptly knocked the bow away before giving the immature teen a reprimanding glare.

However, this bit of infighting wasn’t enough to satisfy the Third Chief whose face was just as icy as before: “Two, you let me kill off everyone in the hamlet.”