Blood Elf Monarch

At the moment, Herrera had casted multiple fireballs that were hovering around her like planets. The instant Tristan gave her the sign, she immediately launched the fireballs at the three close combat fighters.

The spheres of flame rapidly flew through the air, heading in the direction of the three fighters who were still hesitant. However, even though they were hesitant on whether to attack or not, it didn't stop them from dodging and parrying the incoming fireballs.

BOOM!

Smokes rose to the air as the fireballs exploded. Although they were unscathed from the fireballs, the aftermath of it were obstructing the vision of the three.

When the smoke slowly dissipated and their visibility gradually recovered, the three fighters suddenly heard a sound coming from their behind. Their faces changed greatly as they realized who the people behind them should be.

ARGH!!! A loud groan of pain escaped from a man holding a crossbow in his hand as Tristan slashed the unlucky man through his chest down to the waist. In the meantime, Tristan's other hand who was free had positioned itself on the forehead of the other person beside the now dead man.

[Blood Seal]

[Human, battle power 38]

[160 Blood Essence required to take effect]

[Proceed?]

After confirming the option just like usual, the familiar faint mist diffused out of Tristan's body and entered the young girl's body. Afterwards, Tristan ordered her to stay put and watch the upcoming bloodbath.

Now that he had captured one of these people, Tristan obviously did not need the rest. Hence, it was time to bring this farce to a close.

The other five people were shocked by how quick and decisive he moved. Without them realizing, one of them had instantly died, while the other was controlled by him.

"What the fuck! He was so damn fast!!" cursed Jim as he could see what was happening from the corner of his eyes. 

He then muttered something. "It can't be?! Is the rumor really real?" 

On the other hand, the two mages subconsciously stepped back when they saw how one of their companions was easily bisected into two separate pieces. Apparent horror was visible on the two faces as they looked at Tristan in trepidation.

Noticing the gazes he was receiving, Tristan didn't waste any more time as he immediately dashed towards the retreating mages. Naturally, the three close combat fighters were right behind his tail.

The wind element mage quickly cast a movement-enhancing spell on his feet. However, his action simply wasn't fast enough as Tristan had already cut his feet off his body before he could dash away. The unfortunate mage fell to the ground with a loud thud, and couldn't even take a last look at the sky before his head was separated from the neck.

The water element mage watched all this happening and she was terrified by it. Fortunately, she was still perceptive and astute enough to create a large bubble of water hovering in front of her, which successfully stopped Tristan's sword from reaching her neck. The spell also allowed her to retreat a few steps away from Tristan.

When Tristan was about to pursue her and completely send her to the underworld, the three fighters had arrived from behind and were attacking him from three different directions.

Facing the attacks, Tristan maintained his calm and utilized his Katra. He could feel the slight movement in the wind and the angle of which the attacks came from. Therefore, Tristan swiftly took action accordingly.

He slightly leaned his body to the left to dodge the incoming spear thrust before twisting his body to send a slash to his right. There, Tristan's sword was stopped by a massive club. Still not finished, Tristan took a quick step, ignored the muscular man, and shot toward the spearman, sending a thrust at the latter.

The sudden acceleration that Tristan did caught the spearman off guard, and thus he was stabbed on the chest, right at the heart. Pulling out the sword in one swift motion, Tristan proceeded to shift his body to the right, dodging the incoming slash from the sword user.

The next moment, Tristan had arrived at the close combat quarter and used his free hand to pummel the sword user repeatedly until most of the latter's teeth fell off. Seeing this, the muscular guy wielding the steel club decided to run away.

Looking at the running figure, Tristan laughed hard and threw the sword in his hand. It rapidly flew in the air and landed itself in a firm position on the man's back.

As for the water mage, she was stopped in her tracks by a fireball that landed right on her.

BOOM!

A loud bang explosion as the water mage slowly fell to the ground, her body mostly charred.

And just like that, all 7 silver-badge adventurers fell and were buried in this no-name land.

After the battle, Tristan took his sweet time extracting Blood Essence from the corpses while also watching the ongoing fight between Chieng and the only one remaining of the group - the gold adventurer, Jim. 

The two were trading blows ever since the start, and nothing substantial happened yet.

It was apparent that Jim was faster than the ex-space knights' mechanic. However, while the latter was lacking in the speed department, Chieng was able to compensate for that shortcoming with his advanced martial art movements and extensive combat experience.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

The ferocious swinging sabre Jim did was unable to do anything against the combat knife wielded by Chieng. The former's irritation grew even more, doubled, when he saw his whole team was utterly obliterated by Tristan in a matter of minutes.

It was clear that the elf was an even more terrifying monster than the human he was fighting at the moment. Therefore, Jim wasn't sure he should be glad that he didn't fight the elf, or depressed that his companions couldn't land even a scratch on the latter.

Sweat began drenching Jim's face as he tried to think of a way to get out of this dangerous situation. He knew his life and death could be decided by the other party on a whim if he didn't do anything else right now.

Clank!! Clank!!

Several exchanges later, Chieng finally managed to land a solid hit to Jim's hip because the latter was distracted by his thoughts. Blood splattered to the ground as Jim subconsciously retreated back because of the pain.

The wound wasn't that deep, but to a fighter who depended on speed, this one hit on hip was critical.

Knowing that he couldn't escape the situation with this new wound of his, Jim decided to drop his sabre and raised his hands to the air.

"I give up!! I give up! Please don't kill me!"

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