Chapter 134: An Unexpected Developmen (1/2)

“Hahahaha, you were actually able to destroy my weapon in one blow, as expected of that legendary blade…” He tossed aside the broken chunk of metal and nonchalantly entered a barehanded stance. With a provocative wiggle of his fingers, he instead taunted me, all the while wearing a crazed look on his face: “Even without my weapon, you’re still no match for me. Come, I’ll make you understand the difference between me and you.”

I’m the one who should be teaching you the power of Shadowfang! To think you dared to take me on barehanded and even wanted me to attack first…how much of a reckless idiot can you be?!

Shadowfang, just from the name alone, you could tell that this blade was probably of the darkness element. When I used the straight blade as a staff, it enhanced my fire magic so did that mean that my darkness magic will be enhanced when I wield Shadowfang?

Well, I’ll know soon enough.

Focusing my will onto my shadow, I instantly activated the Shadow Guardian once more. Having experienced its attack once before, Dawson naturally noticed the shadowy tendrils snaking across the ground towards him but instead of dodging it, he arrogantly allowed it to wrap around im.

In a split second, the shadowy snake zipped around his body and coiled several times around him, binding him tightly. Under normal circumstances, its binding prowess was able to contain a two-star devil. As for a three-star warrior, that was clearly not possible. However what if Shadowfang’s effect was added onto it?

As reality soon proved, my assumption was right. While the shadow didn’t undergo any visible changes, Shadowfang had indeed boosted its power. Dawson had already tried a couple of times to break free but failed to do so.

Logically speaking, if Shadowfang hadn’t boosted the spell, he would’ve broken free already so clearly it had an effect on the Shadow Guardian.

“So this is your shadow? Interesting…HRRGH YIELD BEFORE ME!” With a thunderous yell, he stimulated the Fighter’s Aura in his body and broke through the shadowy tendrils in an instant. Without wasting a second, he broke into a furious charge and hammered his fist down on me with a running leap at the end.

I immediately faced the edge of Shadowfang towards the incoming blow; in a headon clash, Shadowfang should be able to cleave his fist apart.

Yet how could a fight with Dawson end so easily? Right at the very last second, he withdrew his fist and with a twist of his body, flashed to the side and gave me a quick but heavy jab on my shoulder.

With his speed, that jab was one that I couldn’t dodge at all and like a lone boat in a roiling sea, the punch sent me tumbling head over heels for quite a distance before I finally stopped

As a result of his heavy punch and the subsequent crash, I was severely winded for a while. My mouth opened to let forth a cry but nothing issued forth from my throat. Next to my neck, I could feel a throbbing pain in my shoulder which could barely lift up my arm now.

So this is the power of a three-star…even with an epic-grade weapon protecting me, I’m still no match for him.

“The blade is a good blade, too bad you aren’t worthy of it.”

Thanks to that punch, I was knocked a substantial distance away from Shadowfang. Being unable to stand up for the moment, all I could do was watch from my prone position as he strode towards Shadowfang. A wave of anxiety hit me as I desperately willed my body to move but no matter how much I tried, it wouldn’t listen to me. That punch was simply too powerful; I couldn’t even crawl over let alone stand up.

It’s over…he’s bending down to pick it up…

“This blade…”

Just as he was about to start trash talking again, he suddenly paused. A second ago, just as he bent down to pick up the fallen blade, just as his quivering finger was about to make contact with the blade, it suddenly moved?

Hmm, it really moved. It’s the Grimoire of the Dead! I don’t know when you flew out of my pocket but good job! You’re normally such a rascal but who would’ve thought that you were actually so dependable when it really counted! That’s right, keep tugging on that chain, pull it away and don’t let that bandit touch my Shadowfang!

Seeing a strange book suddenly deny him of his greatest desire, I bet his heart must’ve felt like bursting apart right this instant. As he stared at the fluttering book, his eyes were practically fuming out of their sockets.

“Don’t you dare make fun of me! I’m a warrior who is about to advance into four-stars!” His arms flailed wildly about as he furiously jumped into the air and tried to catch the grimoire. It was as if I was watching an agitated hound trying to bite at its offender.

Unfortunately for the bandit, the grimoire was able to easily evade his arms. As the anger overtook him, he began cursing nonsensically, “ARGH! I dare you to come down and face me. IF you have the balls to do so!”

Of course it doesn’t have any balls…

So he’s about to become a four-star…that explains his overpowering strength. But just look at you now…jumping about like a madman while ranting at a book…by the way, why does it seem like you’ve become dimmer?

With Shadowfang as a bait, it began leading the bandit around by his nose as it flew around in circles. Thankfully, a defeated foe like me wasn’t worth his attention so I ended up gaining time to recover my strength.

It was times like this that I’m thankful for being a devil. Their constitutions were truly hardy; just moments ago, I was writhing in pain and now I was already on the verge of recovering.

So…what should I do now? The grimoire is currently keeping him busy but it can’t stray too far from my side. Furthermore, Dawson seems a little off right now.

If that plan to capture the villagers and use them as hostages was his idea, then even if this man didn’t have an impressive foresight and intelligence, he was at least an ingenious schemer. So why was a man like him losing his cool over a blade? Was the appearance of this blade that much of a shock to him? Or was there some other reason for his sudden stupidity?

Damn…I didn’t expect this fellow to be so strong. Looks like the best plan right now is to stall for time and wait for George and the others to arrive. But exactly how many wolves were attacking them right now? What was their current status? Were they overwhelmed by the sheer number of wolves?

There were simply too many questions and uncertain factors yelling at me to rely on myself instead of praying that someone else would come to my rescue. Then that raises the question of what could I even do? Rather, what other trump cards did I have that could defeat Dawson?