That was truly a battle that could be said to be utterly insignificant in the eyes of first-tier adventurers.
Whether it was the apparently obvious and re rookie white-haired adventurer or the Minotaur, a symbol of disaster in the eyes of beginner adventurers, both were insignificant compared to the first-tier adventurers whose lowest level was Lv.5.
Any one of them could easily kill the one man and one monster before them in an instant.
Any one of them could effortlessly end this battle with a single strike.
Yet when everyone regained their senses, they found themselves unknowingly putting down their weapons and even withdrawing their bodies backward, away from the battlefield.
Because they had been utterly captivated by the battle before their eyes.
"Boom boom boom boom boom——!"
The white-haired adventurer, wielding a black short sword in one hand and stretching the other straight towards the monstrous bull, like setting up a turret, roared and continuously released Fla Thunder, turning the flas into lightning-like bombardnts that continuously blasted the bull monster, causing it to howl in pain.
He was indeed using magic, and not just any magic, but no-chant casting, similar to Reiger’s echelon and decompose magic, surprising the first-tier adventurers present.
In this world, magic always required chanting.
Ranging from super short spell chants to super long spell chants, regardless of the length, chanting was essential — it was a universal truth of this world’s magic.
Yet now, what appeared before them was no-chant casting magic that had never been seen before, capable of rapid-fire casting with just a lift of the hand.
Utilizing this unprecedented magic, the white-haired adventurer continuously struck the bull monster, causing the bull monster to howl in pain and charge madly at its opponent, swinging a steel greatsword that shouldn’t even be in a monster’s hand, wildly chopping at the young man.
"Clang—— Clang—— Clang—— Clang——"
Facing the rampaging greatsword, the young man dared not slack for a mont, swiftly parrying every striking blow with his black short sword, on which mystic ancient characters flickered, catching Reiger’s eye.
Wielding such a mysterious short sword, the young man’s roars and shouts rged as he traded blows with the bull monster.
Sparks flew from the clash of weapons, and scars repeatedly appeared on both the young man’s and the monster’s bodies, causing blood to splatter and sweat to splash.
The tenderfoot adventurer, facing a mid-level large-scale monster that he shouldn’t be dealing with, bravely confronted it in front of a group of first-tier adventurers.
He cast aside luck, crushed hesitation, abandoned the desire for survival, transforming his unyielding spirit and determination into a raging fla, shouting hoarsely and charging bravely, sparing no effort and resorting to every stratagem, aiming solely for victory, even if the opponent was evidently stronger; he charged on valiantly, not retreating even when bathed in blood.
It was that posture that drew the attention of the first-tier adventurers present.
It was that sorrowful sight that shook everyone’s hearts.
Thus, everyone stopped fighting, subconsciously retreating and leaving the battlefield to that adventurer who was indeed taking an "adventure."
"... It feels like watching another Reiger."
Theona unknowingly had such an untily thought, yet Ais and the others tacitly agreed.
Especially Ais, as she watched the white-haired young man dash into the fray against the large-scale monster, she couldn’t help but recall Reiger’s deadly battle with the dragon-crocodile born from an extraordinary state on the sixth floor.
At that ti, Reiger was also like this young man, a rookie adventurer with a level of only Lv.1.
The dragon-crocodile, however, was classified as Lv.2, the strongest among all monster species, a calamitous presence in comparison to a Lv.1 rookie adventurer.
Yet, faced with such a formidable foe, such a disastrous enemy, Reiger, who was only Lv.1 at the ti, bravely stood forth, not only protecting Rephia, who was far above his level, but also engaging in a fierce battle with it, fighting with incredible brutality.
In Ais’s eyes, the blood-drenched figure of the young man overlapped with the image of Reiger from back then.
Obviously, the rest of the Loki Clan felt the sa way, focusing intently on the white-haired young man, unconsciously drawn to his blood-soaked combat figure.
anwhile, the first-tier adventurers of the Freyja Clan were smirkingly blocking the way of the Loki Clan, preventing them from entering the battlefield.
Even Ota, who had been fiercely battling Reiger, appeared to regain his calm, subtly blocking Reiger’s path.
Witnessing this scene, Finn understood.
"So, he is the one you want to evaluate as "potential," right?"
Finn directed a aningful gaze at Hedine.
Theone seed to recall sothing important and suddenly spoke up.
"Could it be, the human you brought into the city before was him?"
Before their expedition, Theone had already received the news.
Word had it that Freyja Clan’s [White Demon Staff] and [Black Demon Demon Sword] had been frequently leaving the clan’s base, roaming in the city, and so people witnessed them taking a severely wounded human to a treatnt facility; it was unknown what they were up to.
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