157 On the knees. (1/2)

”Who sent you?” he asked after a while.

Before, Ozul thought that these people might be sent by the Emperor to keep an eye on him. However, he had to think otherwise after he heard his title from their mouth.

”Who sent us?! Stop wasting my time and answer! It doesn't matter who sent who. Are you The Feral or not?!” Cyril said impatiently. He did not like to wait for so long only to hear such dumb questions.

”Does that matter?” Ozul asked apathetically, not really caring about Cyril's behaviour.

When Cyril noticed that Ozul again ignored his question, his face started to burn with anger as he shouted, ”You bastard!”

With a shout, he ran towards Ozul with an unbelievable speed. He had disappeared from his spot from a normal point of view, causing dirt to rise from the ground.

The next moment he appeared was in front of Ozul. Cyril had his fist covered in the fire before him, blocked by a thin layer of a black substance. It was actually the Ball of Purity shielding Ozul from the attack.

*Boom!*

A moment had yet to pass before the shockwave of the punch was felt by everything in the surrounding. Strong winds were generated, which caused Clara to take a few steps backwards.

This simple attack was enough to demonstrate how, after a certain point, Fighters lost their value. Even from Rank-6, the Mages started to incorporate Mana in their very own cells. And this was way more effective than just enhancing the body cells using Mana.

Cyril was only a Mage at Rank-8, but the force behind this punch was enough to bring down an entire three-floor building made up of solid concrete! It was almost equal to the force of a Rank-10 Fighter!

However, both Mark and Cyril were surprised at this time because Ozul stood firm like a mountain even after bearing such a tremendous force.

Cyril noticed that no matter how much force he applied, the black substance did not seem to budge from its place.

”Aaahhh!” He shouted before gesturing with his other hand as a giant arm made up of pure fire formed around his fist. He had decided not to hold anything back in this attempt as he continually fueled the fire with Mana.

The air around them started to heat up as the breeze followed in. Winds started to form around the area due to the heat, causing dirt to rise from the ground.

Just the intensity of Cyril's fire was strong enough to turn the whole weather of that area upside down!

”Stop shouting so much,” Ozul said coldly. The same shield which Cyril was trying so hard to pass through suddenly turned into a fist as well before hitting him right in the gut!

”Eeekk!”

Cyril spat a mouthful of blood as the giant arm made up of fire disappeared into thin air. He held his stomach with both his hands and could not help but drop down on his knees.

”Ughh!” Cyril whimpered in pain as Mark hurriedly approached him to check the injuries.

However, Ozul had not used a pin or a blade this time, so there were actually no cuts. He just wanted this annoying blonde to stop shouting, and he did so by getting a fist to his gut!

”So-” Ozul was about to say something. But Mark interrupted him this time, ”You Bastard!”

Just like how Cyril had done before, Mark disappeared from his spot and appeared before Ozul. The Ball of Purity again changed into the thin shield as Mark struck with his leg instead of the fist. He was more inclined to kick rather than punching.

However, Mark's kick was followed by water instead of kick. A splash of water followed his first kick, and the second one was backed by a giant foot made up of water surrounding Mark's leg.

The spell was almost the same as Cyril's, with the only difference being their Elements.

Just like before, it did not make Ozul move even a step back as the shield remained firm in its position as well.

The only difference between Mark and Cyril's attack except for their Element was that the latter was shouting all the time while the former remained silent.

They were killers who assassinated people for their own profit. So it wasn't unusual for them to be so aggressive with everything they did not find to their liking. Although they could not sense Ozul's power, they just thought that he was at most a Rank-8 Mage with some artifact to hide his cultivation base.

Cyril realized that Mark wouldn't be able to make Ozul budge by himself either, so he forcibly stood up as a groan escaped his mouth.