Chapter 115 - An Attempt (2/2)

Roarrrrrr!!!

The beast could not help but roar once again as it noticed that the two people in front of it did not seem to fear it at all. It seemed like...to them, it was not even something unbeatable?

Coming to this conclusion, the beast became filled with rage as a red wind started to circle around its body, giving off a pressure that was equivalent to a small-scale typhoon.

But for Vanadir, who was going to fight against the beast, this pressure was useless for he...

...was a Windwalker.

Whoosh!

With a large clump of Wind energy particles coalescing towards Vanadir's feet, Vanadir was able to dash through the red wind, even dodging the red wind that was aimed for him along the way. This resulted in him unscathed while the beast became shocked from Vanadir's prowess in front of it.

Before it could make its next move towards Vanadir, Vanadir started to move left and right multiple times as he turned into a blur in the beast's vision before...disappearing from the beast's sight completely.

Surprised, the beast started looking at all directions before hearing a whistle from up above its own head. Without hesitation, the beast looked up, revealing a gradually descending Vanadir with a grin on its face, holding Magnus Tempestria with two hands, aiming to stab the beast in one go.

”Hehe. I knew you were going to look up,” Vanadir muttered to himself. In an instant, the blade started to glow a bright green as a great amount of Wind energy particles started to circle around the blade before turning into two claws that resembled that of a Wind Dragon.

”[Wind Dragon's Four Forms]...”

As he was midway into casting his spell, his speed of descent accelerated by a great margin as a few meters was crossed in a matter of an instant, reducing the gap between the tip of the blade and the beast's head to a few decimeters.

”[Wind Dragon's Fury]!”

Whoosh! Whoosh!

At the instant the tip of the blade pierced through the epidermal layer of the beast's skin, the two claws made out of Wind energy particles clawed into the skull of the beast, allowing the blade to go in further as the beast's brain was turned into mush along the way.

Thud!

With no brain controlling the beast's body, the beast's body turned limp as it fell to the ground with a thud as Vanadir maneuvered his body to land a few meters away from the beast's body, allowing him to look at his kill with a confident smile on his face.

”Woo! That feels exhilirating!” Vanadir could not help but scream with joy as he looked at the blade he held with his right hand. He could not help but close his eyes and remember the sensation he felt from easily killing a beast of that level.

While remembering the sensation, a few motes of green light manifested from the beast's body before heading towards Vanadir's body, being absorbed in an instant as the aura surrounding him gradually intensified in power.

It took a few minutes for Vanadir to open his eyes before looking up to Dane, who was still floating in the air, with a serious expression and say, ”Let's go onto the next beast. I feel like something will happen on this adventure.”

”If that's what the Highness wishes,” Dane replied with slight indifference as he maintained a distance of a few meters behind Vanadir while still floating at a height of tens of meters.

Before the two of them could start walking towards another beast, Dane instantly felt a malicious presence within a hundred meters around both of them, prompting him to shout out, ”Your Highness, watch ou—”

But his shout was cut short.

Shinnggg!

In an instant, the sound of a blade cutting something was heard near Vanadir, making Dane's eyes dilate as he gradually turned his head to look towards Vanadir's direction...only to sigh with relief not long after.

With a single glance, Dane was able to see that two blades collided with one another in a perpendicular manner, with one blade trembling quite a bit. This blade was Magnus Tempestria, Vanadir's blade.

Maintaining his composure after the shock that was the blade aimed to end his life, Vanadir looked at the man covered in black who wielded the blade colliding against his. ”It seems an assassin has been caught. A Rank 5 Void Assassin at that.”

Not long after, the assassin slightly chuckled at Vanadir's words as it replied with a hoarse tone. ”It seems I have failed my mission.”

Whoosh!

In an instant, the weight behind the assassin's blade was gone, making Vanadir lean a bit as he regained his balance not long after, making sure to grip onto his blade tightly.

Looking around for a bit, Vanadir let out a sigh afterwards before tensing up once more as he heard the hoarse voice of the assassin resound from afar.

”Mark my words Ninth Prince, before the tournament for the throne, you will undoubtedly die.”

”This is a fact. And I...”

”...Will make it happen.”