The first Origin beast, the Thunderwing Drake, flapped its wings once more, disappearing into a blur of speed and motion, its claw sweeping towards Logan’s neck just like before.
This ti, Logan was already prepared.
The daggers around him danced dangerously, forming a circular shield. At the sa ti, he quickly scanned the location of the other beasts, then flicked a coin toward one.
Bang!
The daggers exploded into a burst of lightning and wind, but at the sa ti, Logan’s coin landed in front of the Glacier Titan, glimring with a soft golden light.
The Glacier Titan glanced down at the shimring object in confusion, only for it to burst apart.
Swish!
A terrifyingly sharp blade pierced through the Glacier Titan’s neck, slicing cleanly through flesh and ice with unstoppable montum.
Bang!
The Glacier Titan stiffened for a single mont before exploding into fragnts of ice and rock.
In an instant, Logan had slain one of the ten rank 3 beasts before anyone could react!
A thunderous roar erupted across the battlefield.
The Crimson Fla Tyrant charged forward, an enormous fiery lion nearly eight ters long with a blazing crimson mane flowing around its body. Flas exploded from its jaws and paws the mont it roared, instantly lting the remaining ice across the battlefield.
Logan knew that even a direct graze from those flas would reduce his body to ash.
But he had already expected this.
Ding!
Another coin flicked outward toward his previous location.
At the sa ti, the Thunderwing Drake shot forward like a streak of blue lightning, racing toward the human that had dodged its attack yet again.
Bang!
The ground where Logan had stood collapsed violently inward, but Logan had already vanished in a burst of silver light.
The gold coin lying on the ground cracked apart with a soft clang before erupting into spatial light. Logan reappeared instantly, a faint smile forming on his bloodstained face.
He stood tall atop the ruined battlefield, daggers spinning around him like a raging silver hurricane. His eyes burned with battle hunger as more beasts surged toward him.
A tallic-feathered eagle descended from above, violent winds spiraling around its enormous wingspan. Sharp steel-like feathers glinted coldly beneath the storm clouds.
Poisonous mist spread rapidly across the battlefield as a graceful fifteen-ter erald serpent slithered forward, its glowing eyes fixed entirely on Logan.
Heavy footsteps shook the earth as a towering iron golem advanced with unstoppable montum, each movent causing the ground beneath it to tremble.
The Storm Harpy.
The Venom Empress Serpent.
The Iron Colossus.
The three attacked simultaneously, refusing to give Logan even a second to breathe.
But Logan moved like lightning.
His instincts scread as danger closed in from every direction.
He flicked two coins toward different locations and vanished in silver light, reappearing directly in the middle of the charging beasts.
His daggers shot outward like hunting predators, ripping deep into the Storm Harpy’s tallic wings and forcing the Venom Empress Serpent backward.
At the sa ti, deafening tallic clangs echoed as his spinning blades repeatedly smashed against the Iron Colossus’ armor.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Logan beca a silver blur across the battlefield.
He teleported relentlessly, his spinning daggers carving bloody trails through the air. Suddenly, a ferocious wolf-like beast covered in dark crimson scales lunged straight toward him. Jagged spikes protruded from its body as blood-red eyes burned with savage hunger.
The Bloodfang Ravager.
Logan reacted instantly, twisting his body midair to et it head-on. The collision sent a violent shockwave through the battlefield, forcing both of them backward.
Before the beast could recover, Logan vanished again.
A silver flash appeared atop the Ravager’s back.
Three daggers plunged violently into its neck under the force of his spatial telekinesis.
The Bloodfang Ravager howled as it absorbed traces of Logan’s blood, its muscles visibly swelling as its speed increased further.
Logan’s pupils narrowed slightly.
It was becoming stronger from his injuries.
Without hesitation, he teleported over twenty ters away, landing atop a shattered pillar while calmly scanning the battlefield below.
Just then, a slippery fox-like creature split into dozens of illusions that lunged toward him from every direction simultaneously.
The Mirage Phantom.
Logan remained expressionless.
His foot pressed against the pillar.
The entire structure shattered beneath the force of his movent as he shot forward at terrifying speed.
His daggers traced deadly silver arcs through the air, instantly slicing apart the fake illusions before carving a deep wound across the real beast’s body.
As though waiting for that exact mont, the ground beneath Logan ruptured apart.
A gigantic twenty-ter black worm erupted upward, its body covered in countless twitching eyes while its enormous mouth split open with rows upon rows of jagged teeth.
The Shadow Abyss Worm.
A chill ran through Logan’s spine the mont he saw it erge beneath him.
Without hesitation, he thrust his hand forward.
Dozens of spinning daggers rained directly into the creature’s gaping maw, shredding flesh and causing dark blood to explode outward violently.
A thirteen-ter skeletal dragon ford entirely from blackened bones landed heavily nearby.
The Bone Sovereign.
The instant it landed, countless sharp bone spears materialized around it before shooting toward Logan like a storm of death.
Logan’s spinning daggers intercepted most of them midair while he continued teleporting across the battlefield without pause.
For several intense minutes, Logan completely dominated the battlefield.
A dark laugh escaped his lips as his aura surged outward wildly.
Every inhale burned his lungs from the poisonous mist.
Blood dripped steadily from the wounds spreading across his body.
Yet his eyes only grew sharper.
He was everywhere at once, teleporting, slashing, and tearing through the powerful Origin beasts with overwhelming aggression.
The crowd watched in stunned silence as one man forced back nine terrifying rank 3 monsters by himself.
Blood sprayed across the shattered battlefield.
Roars of rage and pain echoed endlessly through the air.
One of Logan’s spinning daggers rotated so violently that it released a sharp screaming sound each ti it cut through flesh.
With every passing second, his presence beca increasingly monstrous.
But the beasts were slowly adapting.
Initially wary of one another, they began coordinating with terrifying precision. The Storm Harpy carefully tid its wind blasts to disrupt Logan’s teleportation landings.
The Iron Colossus stopped charging recklessly and instead moved to gradually limit his movent options.
The Bloodfang Ravager and Venom Empress Serpent attacked from opposite angles perfectly, one growing stronger from every drop of stolen blood while the other flooded the battlefield with thicker poisonous mist.
anwhile, endless bone spears from the Bone Sovereign continued raining downward without pause.
The Shadow Abyss Worm erupted from underground more frequently, forcing Logan to remain airborne or constantly moving.
The pressure increased rapidly.
A sharp wind blade from the Storm Harpy tore deeply into Logan’s shoulder.
A mont later, poisonous mist invaded his lungs completely.
Every breath felt like inhaling burning shards of glass.
The Bloodfang Ravager’s claws ripped across his back twice in quick succession, tearing flesh apart violently.
More wounds appeared across Logan’s body.
His breathing beca heavier.
His reactions slowed slightly.
That was when everything changed.
The beasts, as though they had planned it from the very beginning, suddenly attacked together in perfect synchronization.
The Thunderwing Drake descended from the sky like blue lightning.
Logan tried to teleport away.
But at that exact mont, the Iron Colossus’ massive fist slamd into his side, disrupting his balance completely.
The Bloodfang Ravager crashed into his legs while thick poisonous mist flooded his vision for a fatal split second.
Logan’s defense collapsed instantly.
His focus shattered.
He couldn’t activate his spatial telekinesis in ti.
Nor could he lock onto a coin to teleport away.
For the first ti since the battle began, genuine danger exploded through Logan’s mind.
Death.
It was right in front of him.
The hearts of the instructors almost leapt into their throats as the attacks from the nine Origin beasts arrived far too abruptly.
Jacob’s fingers twitched violently.
He was already prepared to intervene.
The only question was whether he would be fast enough to save Logan in ti.
Just as ti itself seed to slow to a crawl, and everyone believed Logan was about to die beneath the combined strike of the nine beasts, a small white creature suddenly materialized atop his head.
Amid the storm of killing intent, blood, and destruction, a tiny white paw gently rested against Logan’s snow-white hair stained with fresh blood.
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