Chapter 40 - The Blood Spirit (Part 2) (1/2)

”Is your friend going to be okay? I mean, that thing is too strong!” Jean questioned Nathalia, as she slowed the pace of her running.

”Uff... Luke is one of the strongest people I know. He sure is as strong as any Class B. Rest assured.”

The mulatto-skinned man's eyes sparkled after hearing the girl's answer because he knew there were less than ten thousand Class B Adventurers in the entire world, so that dark figure must be quite strong to match up to one.

”If he's as strong as a Class B, what rank is he? Upper C?”

”We're Class F.” Nathalia said with a smile.

The rich man's face darkened on the spot, like someone who had just had his confidence crumbled. Still, he knew the Elf was no ordinary civilian, after all, she was carrying Lizz at the same time she was running, so the mystery man might not be either.

”Keep up with me, we have to run to the Guild.” Spoke Nathalia, a little breathless.

”To the Guild? No... it's too far away!”

Nathalia stopped, put Lizz down, and said: ”Then take care of her here and wait for rescue. I'm going to the Guild!”

”Wait, I have a much better solution in mind!” Jean shouted, braking the Elf's onslaught.

”I'm listening.”

*

Because of the Blood Spirit's rapid regeneration when in the physical state, and the creature's lack of physical and magical strength, Luke's instincts warned him that the Spirit was not in its full state.

'What do I do now?' he wondered, as he saw the monster coming towards him, slowly. 'Fuck it, I'm going to cut this thing down until it can no longer regenerate.'

The half-wolf knew that the physical blows of that mysterious being could not be ignored, not least because he was able to destroy a wall with ease, however, there was no alternative but to face him head-on.

So, Luke dived from the building toward the monster, his sword ready to strike a blow.

The Spirit put his arm in front of him, and thus he was easily severed. In the end, the blade that Ynosuke gave as a gift to Luke, was great.

This meeting of the blade with the creature's arm generated a strong draught, which knocked a few tiles out of place.

Just like the lost limbs of the Dungeons monsters, the right rear arm, turned into a kind of black dust, that in midair disappeared.

Tum! Luke landed on the ground and immediately looked up. A meter and a half above him, the creature was standing still, and moments later another arm grew in place of the one forcibly torn off.

'Damn, I have to be faster!'

The half-wolf did not give up, quite the contrary, seeing that his opponent was formidable, he began to get excited. Many more blows were made, and several arms were cut off within minutes, and the creature did not get out of the physical state once. Finally, all the results were the same: the Blood Spirit was still intact.

Lateral, bilateral, multiple, diagonal cuts... nothing worked. When Luke thought the problem was his speed, he adapted. When he believed that his strength was the issue this time, he doubled it.

The monster was also learning the half-wolf's movements because sometimes it came very close to hitting him.

”Huf... Humph... If I get hit by him, my instincts tell me I won't be intact... Unless...” A possibility crossed his mind. ”Okay, I have to test it.”