Chapter 895: Challenge (2/2)

The sword started glowing the wind in the surroundings turned sharp.

Even ever breath Sam is releasing is giving of a sound of sword cutting through air. He is in perfect condition to slash his sword.

Druv held his spear and started running towards Sam.

He started stabbing towards Sam who dodged easily leaving a sharp after image.

The barbarian is fast, they are dexterous and they have a good battle sense. That is what Sam saw in two minutes of dodging.

”Fight Back you fucking coward.”

”Really, I let you have a go and in two minutes you didn't even manage to make a scratch and you actually stooped to name calling. I thought this would be more interesting than that.”

”Hiding and running are these the only abilities you have?”

”Okay okay, Stop. At least learn how to scold properly and remember you asked for it. And it seems like your folks are nearby, so it is also my time to leave.”

As he spoke, he lunged towards Druv as both of them directly exchanged the attacks.

Sam's sword blade brushed past the spear shaft and he used the repel style to shift his body and the blade as it moved towards the head.

Druv knew he was going to die, he felt the horror gripping his throat. Even before it touched him, he could feel the coldness.

He saw Sam's eyes. The eyes that are so nonchalant.

He is so calm as if taking the life was so insignificant, he almost seemed bored.

Sam landed on the ground with a crash and the dust rose up.

He looked at his blade which has a faint trace of blood on it as he turned around.

The young head is currently holding Druv in his arms.

There is a large slash on his large chest. He couldn't hold it in and saved his brother in last second.

Sam looked at the group that almost reached the gate.

Everything happened so fast. It was just three minutes from start to finish.

”The Great Kala tribe. The Barbarian honor and pride as a great battle race.” Sam said as he shook the blood off of his blood.

The young head and Druv are looking at him with embarrassed expressions.

”It is ironic isn't it? All that bragging, provocation and everything with me being a coward and all. It is easy to not be a coward when you have a whole tribe backing you. But it is hard not to be a coward when a sword is on your neck.”

”He is not a coward. I saved him.” The young head came to his brother's defense.

”Really? Why don't you ask him if he is one or not. Don't take my word for it. But remember, I was never a coward when a sword is coming towards my neck, because I am always sure that I can make sure it doesn't reach me or my sword would reach the other party first.

Unless you have that same confidence. Don't call out for me. Just sit tight and wait to experience whatever I do to you and your little tribe.

And at this moment, I am still giving you guys a chance to defend yourselves, that might change depend on the way you treat my friends.

So, if you want to do anything to him or want to threaten me with him, please do wait until dawn tomorrow, I have a special presentation or demonstration for you to what could happen if I become serious.

Just multiply whatever happens at that time a hundred times and imagine it.

Now goodbye.”

Sam left his words and used a spatial technique to blink a few meters and then left on the harbinger to disappear from the place and the family members appeared at the spot right at the moment.

The tribe head looked at the scene and could imagine what exactly transpired.

Druv knelt on the ground as he wept continuously. He recalled Sam's words.

When that sword was nearing his throat, he kind of lost his will to fight back or think of all the possibilities that could let him escape or defend himself.

He felt dark and afraid.

The power behind that sword strike was so overwhelming and when he realized that his brother saved him, it is not the relief that he didn't die, it is a relief that he didn't die for that sword.

He was so afraid of it that he just wanted the death to not happen by it. He faintly felt like he would have been fine if he died in any other way, but dying by that sword is fearful than dying itself.