A few of the warriors lost their will to fight as they realized the hopelessness of their situation. They knew that even a single Minotaur was powerful enough to challenge their chief directly, and now, dozens were charging toward them. The sight of the largest Minotaur towering over the others with a nacing aura left them trembling in fear. Its sheer size and presence seed insurmountable.
Despair quickly spread among the tribe mbers.
"We’re finished! The Toda Tribe’s end has co!"
"We’re all going to die!"
Cries of hopelessness echoed through the village as the Minotaurs thundered closer, their monstrous forms looming ever larger in the minds of the terrified warriors.
Apollo remained calm as he observed the largest Minotaur with growing interest. This creature was indeed different, far stronger than the others. Its physique was imnsely more powerful, a living embodint of brute strength.
But what truly caught Apollo’s attention was the burning fla emanating from its horn. Unlike any ordinary fire, this fla crackled with an intense, dangerous energy, radiating a sense of destruction that was palpable even from a distance.
It wasn’t just the heat that made this fla formidable—it was the formidable law of fire and destruction embedded within it. Apollo had never encountered such a powerful fire before, and it intrigued him.
"You all don’t have to worry; you all just need to take care of yourself so as not to get caught in the battle; I will take care of everything else."
Apollo voiced and echoed, surprising them, but before they could say anything, he was already outside the village, calmly walking towards the incoming group of minotaurs.
The group of Minotaurs also noticed Apollo, their crimson eyes glowing fiercely with killing intent. Unable to control themselves any longer, they charged toward him with unimaginable speed, each step shaking the ground like a thunderous drumbeat.
Dum! Dum! Dum!...
Apollo, however, remained unfazed. He continued to walk forward as if taking a leisurely stroll, calmly drawing his sword, ’Frost Star.’
"Ninth Sword, Flowing Stream."
In an instant, he vanished from sight, disappearing right before the eyes of the charging Minotaurs, who were like mad bulls. When he reappeared, he was already standing to the side, his sword now glistening with blood.
Splash, splash, splash...
A mont later, one by one, the Minotaurs’ bodies began to fall apart, their cleanly severed pieces collapsing to the ground in a grueso display, creating a pool of blood around them.
The Toda tribe chief and warriors, who had been watching from afar, couldn’t help but take a deep breath, their minds struggling to comprehend what they had just witnessed. They stood in stunned silence, unable to believe whether what they saw was real or rely a hallucination born from the fear of death.
Apollo swung his sword to clean off the blood and calmly looked at the strongest and only remaining Minotaur, who still hadn’t lost control and charged toward him but seed to have retained so mind.
"Interesting," he murmured, noting that the leader of this group wasn’t a mindless beast. This realization sparked a hint of excitent in him, as it ant the upcoming battle could be genuinely exciting and fun.
"Ant, you have so strength, but that’s all. It’s a sha to die in such weak hands; they all deserved to die a hundred tis, unable to stop a puny insect like you," the larger Minotaur bellowed in a voice that echoed throughout the village, startling everyone who heard it.
Unfazed by the death of his comrades, the giant creature continued to walk straight ahead, each of his steps heavier than a mountain, creating a rhythm that seed to intensify the oppressive atmosphere with every stride.
"Haha, then ca, let see what you fat bull can do." Apollo didn’t feel intimidated and instead laughed at the minotaur, who clearly spoke humane words.
Both of them walked towards each other, and with every step their aura surged, and they clashed with each other, creating large winds.
The tension in the air was palpable as Apollo and the giant Minotaur slowly closed the distance between them. Each step they took sent tremors through the ground, amplifying the anticipation among the Toda tribe mbers who watched from a distance, barely able to breathe.
The sheer contrast between the two figures—Apollo, calm and composed, and the massive, raging Minotaur—created a scene of impending chaos.
As they drew closer, the Minotaur’s fiery horn blazed with even greater intensity, the destructive energy within it crackling ominously.
Apollo, on the other hand, remained steady. The cold gleam of his sword, Frost Star, reflected the Minotaur’s fiery glow, creating an eerie balance between the forces of ice and fire. As their auras clashed, the wind around them whipped into a frenzy, tearing at the ground and sending debris flying in all directions.
The Minotaur let out a thunderous roar, its voice reverberating through the mountains as it charged forward, swinging its massive battle axe with deadly precision. The force behind its swing could have easily cleaved through mountains, but Apollo stood his ground, his eyes locked on the Minotaur’s every movent.
He didn’t move until the axe was just above his head. Then, with lightning speed, his sword shot up and intercepted the gigantic weapon mid-swing.
Clang!
Boom!
The sound of tal clashing echoed through the air, creating powerful shockwaves that radiated outward. The ground beneath Apollo shattered and sank several ters, forming a six- or seven-ter crater from the sheer force of the collision.
"Oye, big bull, don’t tell you didn’t eat enough grass? You’re swinging that axe like a little girl," Apollo taunted, holding his sword effortlessly in one hand while his other hand remained behind his back, easily stopping the Minotaur’s attack.
"Impossible..." the Minotaur growled, its voice deep and guttural. It had never encountered anyone capable of such a feat. But Apollo’s mocking words only fueled the creature’s rage further. With a roar, the Minotaur pushed against Apollo, attempting to overpower him with brute strength and powerful flas. The gigantic axe burst with powerful and destructive flas and clashed with him.
But Apollo remained calm, almost bored. His grip on Frost Star didn’t waver, and his feet stayed firmly planted in the ground. To the onlookers, it was as if he were toying with the Minotaur, effortlessly deflecting the colossal force that would have crushed others underfoot.
The shockwaves from their clash rippled through the surrounding area, burning, uprooting trees, and sending boulders tumbling down the nearby hills.
"You really should put more effort into this, you know?" Apollo continued with a smirk, his tone laced with a taunting edge. "At this rate, you are too weak to even consider a warm-up."
The Minotaur, infuriated by Apollo’s nonchalance, roared again and pulled back its axe for another strike. But this ti, Apollo didn’t wait for the attack to co, as now he already knew all about this Minotaur’s strength.
Its strength had reached the peak of third-rank limit breakers, but it was still just a brute, lacking proper control or skill. The flas it wielded appeared to be an innate talent, but it was wasting their potential by throwing them around like a re flathrower.
This Minotaur didn’t understand the first thing about the laws and had no idea how to use its flas effectively. Although it had higher stats than most third-rank peak warriors, if it faced a warrior who understood even a bit of the law to offset the oppressive feeling of the flas, that warrior could easily defeat it.
Apollo, still holding his sword in one hand, took a step forward. "I warned you," he said, his voice now carrying a dangerous edge.
Before the Minotaur could react, Apollo vanished from sight, reappearing just inches from the creature’s massive chest.
"Tenth Sword Piercing Strike."
With a swift, decisive motion, Apollo thrust Frost Star forward, the blade glowing with a white, silvery ice aura. The sword pierced through the Minotaur’s armour-like skin and flesh with ease, the powerful aura extending out from its back, tearing through dozens of ters of land behind it.
A deafening silence followed as the Minotaur froze, its breath hitching in its throat. It looked down at Apollo, its fiery eyes dimming as the reality of its defeat settled in. Apollo twisted the blade slightly, and the Minotaur let out a pained gasp, its body trembling.
With that, he withdrew his sword in a single, fluid motion, and the Minotaur’s massive form collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, shaking the earth one last ti.
Apollo didn’t even look back at Minotaur’s body, as it was too weak for him to be challenged, but instead felt dissatisfied.
"Master’s swordsmanship isn’t bad, but now, after three years of training, it should be possible to improve it," Apollo mumbled, feeling his sword techniques could be improved further, while calmly walking back to the village.
The Toda tribe warriors, who had watched the entire battle in stunned silence, erupted into cheers. Their voices echoed through the mountains, celebrating the miraculous victory that had saved them from certain doom.
But Apollo didn’t care as once again the voice rang in his mind.
[Help the Toda tribe in surviving the Bull Demon attack]
[Task ti- Two days]
[Status- Completed]
[Reward is being generated....]
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