Chapter 185 – The Summons (2/2)

Darting behind the enemy, Calron punched a darkling in the middle of his spine and quickly switched to his neighbor and struck that darkling at the back of his head. Both punches were not enough to kill them, but it did cause a major damage to their health.

“KRAAAH!”

The darkling leader howled, lunging at Calron before more of his subordinates were killed.

*swish*

The leader managed to scratch Calron’s arm, drawing blood from the shallow wound.

Calron ignored the injury and continued to harass the other three darklings, leaving the leader for the last. The darkling swiftly raised its claws to protect its face when it saw Calron throwing a fist towards it, but contrary to what it was expecting, Calron changed his tactics mid-strike and grabbed the darkling’s throat through the gap between its elbows.

*crunch*

Even without the help of his essence, Calron had a powerful body that could crush bones and flesh.

The other two darklings were already suffering from grievous injuries, so once their peer was dead and they saw the pile of corpses around them, they fell down to their knees and submitted to Calron.

“KRAKAAH!”

The leader roared in their language at the sight of the two darklings submitting, but it did not have an effect whatsoever.

“Good, now it’s your turn.”

Calron easily twisted the necks of the two darklings, and turned around to face the darkling leader.

“GRAAAAH!”

The leader lowered his body to the ground, but unlike his subordinates, he was positioning himself for charging at Calron with full speed.

“I thought I would get a perfect pass, so I guess I have to pay you back for this.”

Calron laughed while raising the arm where the leader had scratched him.

The leader darted towards Calron, his claws aimed directly at his eyes. Rolling on the ground before the leader struck, Calron used an uppercut with his full force at the darkling’s abdomen.

Groaning in pain, the leader fell to the ground but quickly leapt back up and charged again at Calron. Wanting to end this fight soon, Calron stood still and waited for the leader to near him.

His next strike would end it.

“GRUAHHH!”

The leader pounced at him, his razor-sharp claws swinging at Calron.

Die.

Calron thought as he raised his fist, but right then, the strange feeling returned. Time slowed down for him yet again. However, Calron was prepared for it, so he grabbed the leader by his face mid-air and brutally smashed him to the ground.

A mini-crater formed where the leader’s head was pulverized.

All twelve enemies were neutralized. There was no sound in the air, besides the rotten stench of flesh and blood.

Silence.

And then, sounds of clapping followed as Drien, Vala, Eva and Felror all came down towards Calron.

“You’ll do fine in our next mission, lad.”

Drien congratulated the young man on his victory and flashed a grin. Eva gave a dismissive grunt, but also offered her compliments to Calron while Vala went ahead and patted the young man on the back repeatedly. Felror simply smiled at Calron.

“Thank you.”

Calron scratched at his wound in embarrassment and accepted their wishes.

“Alright, we don’t have much time to waste. You’ve been summoned to the Royal Palace, so you should go there and wait for the Patriarch to come.”

Drien interrupted, recalling the Patriarch’s message through the communication crystal while Calron was battling.

“Palace?”

Calron asked, curious as to why he was summoned there.

He did not know yet, but this was the second battlefield that Calron would have to fight in today. The battle of politics at the Royal Palace.