327 Monster Rush (1/2)
The reserved trainees as if used to such events immediately went into formation. Calm and organized orders resounded in the area as numerous carriers streamed out of the Red Portal.
The flash of light continued until Adrian finally understood what was happening.
It was a monster rush.
Adrian faced Sheila and kissed her forehead. ”Since we're already here, let's help out a bit.”
Sheila loosened her hug and glared at the horde of carriers continuously appearing from the Red Portal. ”Might as well exercise, right? I'm getting bored with teaching basic first-aid skills all day.”
When there are no missions for the Elite team, Sheila acts as one of the instructors in Black Haven Academy. Her central subject was first-aid and healing, while she sometimes offers lessons on how someone could act better as support.
If people can become craftsmen by repeatedly producing items, medical personnel would surely appear after repeated studies, right? Although not guaranteed, as long as there is a chance, people would willingly try it. Besides, there are no risks in studying and the survivor only benefits by learning practical life-saving skills that would become useful in the future.
Sheila whipped out a gorgeous black spear from her inventory. It was the Tier 3 Spear crafted personally by Old John from the bones of a Rank 3 Destroyer. After several spins as if a majorette performing a series of baton twirl, she ended the showcase with a hard dash, running forward.
Adrian has been living with her ever since they got together, yet he still can't get used to the aggressive change when it comes to fighting.
Nevertheless, he still finds her cute whatever she does. Even the wild swinging and severing of the enemy's head shows her charm to the world.
This monster rush had at least 100 blackened carriers coming out. After the first month in the apocalypse, most regular carriers have evolved into a new version, Their skin color changed to black and has become much resilient. Still, they retained the iconic dark cracks around their eyes and the inability to speak.
Adrian followed after her and made sure that nothing could attack her from behind. He didn't even have to unsheath his katana and only bludgeoned most of the enemy's away, weaving and dodging every basic attack sent to him. They were just helping and the negligible amount of experience could help the trainees better.
Or so he thought.
Amidst the shouts of order and slaughter, two hunters at the back of the horde focused on the two of them as if sensing that they were the most troublesome of the bunch. This was the only time that Adrian had to use his weapon.
A drawn sword is the deadliest, and also the weakest. Once the sword is pulled out from its sheath, one must fully commit itself to strike. The katana isn't the most durable sword and it often leads to breaking if not used correctly.
A sheathed sword and a drawn sword are the difference between offense and defense. As someone who trains in the way of the sword, one must know how to protect his own sword.
As the Hunters lunged at them, Adrian pushed the hilt outwards with his thumb and lowered his body, making a dashing-leap stance.
Due to his natural skill as a thief, actively observing the surrounding has become as natural as breathing to him. He waited for the opportune moment to strike.
Although the time didn't slow down, he was able to follow their trajectory thanks to his heightened speed stat.
With a forceful leap followed by a swift diagonal slash and a horizontal strike, Adrian managed to breeze through the air and land a few meters away from his original spot.